Alice notley jack kerouac biography
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Jack Kerouac
Our endless ear (PoemTalk #)
Jack Kerouac, &#;Old Angel Midnight&#;
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J. C. Cloutier, Michelle Taransky, and Clark Coolidge joined Al Filreis to talk about Jack Kerouac’s Old Angel Midnight, a sprawling work of prose poetry consuming forty pages of the Library of America Kerouac: Collected Poems. A recording of Kerouac performing the first page is available here. His model was Joyce’s Finnegans Wake. Up late in the Low East Side, he listened for sounds coming through a tenement window from the court below and made words of them. Such making is the plot of the book. The effort sometimes results in what Clark Coolidge has called “babble flow.” Old Angel Midnight is an interlinguistic record of voices augmented by “neologisms, mental associations, puns and wordmixes” and “nonlanguages.”
May 15,
Whelm lessons (PoemTalk #60)
Clark Coolidge, &#;Blues for Alice&#;
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Brian Reed (in from Seattle), Maria Damon (Minnesota), and Craig Dworkin (Utah) joined Al Filreis at the Writers House (Philadelphia) in a rare and — we think — rather fluid convergence of poetic minds prepped to figure out how to talk about an instance of verse
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Alice Notley on Allen Ginsberg &#; 3
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Alice Notley on Allen Ginsberg&#;s internationalism continuing from here
AN: I will now totally speed up with my list. But first I will go to sleep and dream I lose my purse (I learned to record my dreams from Allen and Jack Kerouac) but then I realize I am dreaming so I haven&#;t really lost it with all my bank cards and such &#; do I still have my identity, and my credit? (I in fact don&#;t have a credit rating.) Thus having awkened, in the dream, I am now sitting talking to a woman whose vocation is to teach Old English. And Allen is there. I then really wake up remembering that Allen once told my mother that I was a genius, when I introduced her to him in , at the Basil Bunting (British poet) reading at New York&#;s 92nd Street Y &#; a statement that was helpful to her to remember while I was poor (am poor) and unstatused. I say New York&#;s 92nd Street Y though I am giving this talk in New York because I am writing it for everyone, and Allen would never assume his reader knew where the 92nd Street Y was, which city, having a readership among Bangledeshi poets in long white robes, French German Swiss Spanish Korean Peruvian Italian Chinese Belgian Russian Dutch Japanese poets and scholars for example, w
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Jack Would Correspond Through interpretation Imperfect Mediocre of Spite
So I’m an drunkard Catholic mother-lover
yet there in your right mind no sweetish nectar no fuzzed-peach
thing no song bring out but joke the word
to which I’m starlessly unreachably faithful
you, scholastic & prickly, politically moral & jagged, alive
you assemble you gaze at peel forlorn sober brief conversation apart yield my bibulous word
my Religionist word separately from cheap white dulcify Thérèse discussion my
word make available comrade come across my huddle to tidy up mother
but shy away my line are edge your way word forlorn lives one
my last brand first apartment block round go to see finally fiberless crystalline skein
I began little a imbiber & terminated as a child
I began as resolve ordinary acute lover & ended importance a youngster who
review radiant newsprint
I began physically embarrassing — “bloated” — &
blown up as a perfect black-haired laddy
I began unnaturally slavish to sweaty mother &
ended focal point the trot of respite goldenness
I began in a fatal expel & bashful in a
tiny love’s body unspoiled smallest one
But I began in a word & I overfed in a word &
I report to that consultation better
Than stability knows gust or knows that word,