May 19th 2013

For Scientist Jim Sedell

CALLED, CREEKSIDE

ANY TIME MORNING, ANY PLACE WALDEN, ANY MOMENT ALIVE, AWAKE: GOING TO THE WOODS TO LIVE DELIBERATELY . . . . WITH MOM’S PIE BERRY PIE AND PBR–THE HORSE LEAVES THE BARN, THE TRILLIUM TRUMPS CLEARCUT HILL, AND POETRY THEREOF INCLUDING THE LIKES AND LOVES OF ROBERT FROST, MARY OLIVER, E.E. CUMMINGS, WENDELL BERRY, JESSICA GREENBAUM, RUMI, WILLIAM STAFFORD, GALWAY KINNELL, WILLIAM BLAKE, RAYMOND CARVER, DONALD HALL, DONALD RAVELL, SHAKESPEARE, 23 PSALM, OH AND YES, THOREAU, AHEM! AND YOUR RADIO HOST’S ENGAGING

ADVENTURES WITH WOODS AS AGENCY OF MORNING FOR OSU’S SPRING CREEK/TRILLIUM PROJECT (E.G., “WHAT I ATE AND WHAT I LIVED FOR”)

What is it about morning, the best time of the day, coming out of darkness, this miracle of resurrection, “I who have died am alive again today,” that line from e.e. Cummings in us, morning our time and earth’s time of turning, returning to our star of which we are made, rising, to more and more light, shining world in rain or sun, what was dark dazzling and glistening, what was silent now bird song, rooster crow, we’re slow, we’re been asleep, half unconscious . . .but now awake—as in e.e. cummings of this same sonnet which sings “i thank You God for most this amazing,” “i who have died am alive again today,” ending his morning prayer of gratitude, “now the eyes of my eyes are open and/now the ears of my ears are awake”– a fresh start, for all that is possible in our day and life. This is how Mary Oliver captures morning essence, “I happened to be standing,” from A Thousand Mornings. Let’s begin! There is more day to dawn! The sun is a morning star! This show was a joy to do and I send you morning energy from immersion in these poets and scientists whose reverence for woods and words inspires conviction of resurrection. Know you are earth’s beloved. (Write me at bmossberg@csumb.edu)

© Barbara Mossberg 2013

LABOR OF LOVE:

OF COURSE WE’RE HEARING POETRY ABOUT MOTHERS! I WON’T LIE TO YOU, THERE IS NOT A WHOLE LOT IN OUR HUMAN HISTORY OF POETRY ABOUT MOTHERS. YOU WOULD THINK, AS A TERRAN ARCHEOLOGIST FROM THE SIRENS OF TITAN THAT IN FACT WE ARE BY AND LARGE A MOTHERLESS RACE, ATHENAS POPPED OUT OF ZEUS’ HEAD, BASED ON THE ABSENCE OF POETRY ABOUT MOTHERS (AND IT USED TO BE, BY MOTHERS) AND EVEN DENIAL OF MOTHERS (“I NEVER HAD A MOTHER . . .”—E. DICKINSON). WE CAN DO WAR AND PEACE AND LIFE AND DEATH AND DADS AND INFINITE AND THE MOST SUBTLE AND BRING TO SIGNIFICANCE THE SEEMINGLY INSUBSTANTIAL, BUT MOTHERS . . . THE PEN QUAILS. THE QUILL QUIVERS. HOWEVER POETRY SLOW DOWN, YES, THERE ARE GREAT POEMS BY GREAT POETS ON MOTHERS HERE AND THERE—REALLY GREAT POEMS–, SO WE ARE IN LUCK, AND WE’LL HEAR POEMS ABOUT MOTHERS, BY MOTHERS, FOR MOTHERS, AND I’LL CONFESS MY OWN SNARKY TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS WITHOUT A CLUE WORK AS A SCHOLAR AND POET ON MOTHERS PRE-MOTHERHOOD AND THEN DURING HUMBLED MOTHERHOOD, AND SO WE GO ON THIS LABOR OF LOVE! WHICH IS, IN HUMAN EVOLUTION, EMBRYONIC, IN ITS INFANCY OF JUSTICE WE DO TO CREATION, CONCEPTION, LABOR, DELIVERY, AND THE WHOLE SHEBANG OF CONNECTION AND RESONSIBILITY FOR ANOTHER’S BEING, HOPE AND WORRY AND FEAR AND COURAGE AND BRAVERY AND SORROW. LET US GO THEN YOU AND I ON THE SUBJECT OF MOTHERS AND POETRY. A DYNAMIC “YOU AND I” OF MIND, BODY, AND SPIRIT. LISTEN FOR EMILY DICKINSON, WALT WHITMAN, CHRISTINA ROSETTI, ALICIA OSTRIKER, ALLEN GINSBERG, SANDRA GILBERT, MAY SARTON, PABLO NERUDA, TONY HOAGLAND, DAWN LUNDY MARTIN, ROBERT DUNCAN, RUDYARD KIPLING, ANNE TYLER, ANNE BRADSTREET, MARK STRAND, YEATS, R.L. STEVENSON, POE, NAOMI SHIHAB NYE, AND OTHERS INCLUDING TRULY YOURS,

Professor Barbara Mossberg, The Poetry Slow Down, KRXA 540AM, SUNDAYS NOON-1 PM PST

Thank you for joining me! Please write me at bmossberg@csumb.edu and slow down–you know you move too fast! Next week, going to the woods to live deliberately, in search of morning, round the clock . . . and more on the NASA Mars haiku send-off.

For more poems about mothers and motherhood, consider the following:

Sandra Gilbert’s book on motherhood poetry and her poems “After Thanksgiving” and “Belongings”

“Sonnet to My Mother” by George Barker

“Wedding Cake,” Naomi Shihab Nye

My Mother Would Be a Falconress” by Robert Duncan

Kaddish” by Allen Ginsberg
”Portrait” by Louise Glück

“Clearances” by Seamus Heaney

“A Poem for My Mother,” Pablo Neruda

“Kaddish” by David Ignatow

“In Memory of My Mother” by Patrick Kavanagh

Mother ‘o Mine” by Rudyard Kipling

“Mother, Summer, I” by Phillip Larkin

“The 90th Year” by Denise Levertov

Parents” by William Meredith

“Medusa” by Sylvia Plath

To My Mother” by Edgar Allan Poe

“From Childhood” by Rainer Maria Rilke

To My Mother” by Christina Rossetti
”[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]” by Christina Rossetti

“For My Mother” by May Sarton

To My Mother” by Robert Louis Stevenson

“You Just Go On and Wave That Dishrag, Honey,” Barbara Mossberg

My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer” by Mark Strand

Mother Doesn’t Want a Dog” by Judith Viorst

Mama, Come Back” by Nellie Wong

© Barbara Mossberg 2013

WHAT IS ALL THIS JUICE AND ALL THIS JOY?

A JUICY SHOW: POETS DEFINE AND PRACTICE THE JUICE, PROVIDING ANSWERS FOR WHEN WE EACH ARE POSED THIS QUESTION IN THE HEADLINE NEWS—ASKED OF OUR PRESIDENT, NO LESS, DO YOU HAVE THE JUICE? Just what is meant by this metaphor? We’re going to hear how poets define the juice from Gerald Manley Hopkins to Shakespeare to Pablo Neruda to Gerald Stern to Winston Churchill, with mojo moxie displayed in poems from Emily Dickinson, Grace Paley, Walt Whitman, Robert Herrick, defiance energy from William Ernest Henley, Whitman, Albert Goldfarth, C.K. Williams, Timothy Seibles, the sense of fighting exuberant spirit of Rumi, Hafitz, Kabir, our most senior poets weighing in and showing us juice by the quart, Ruth Stone, Stanley Kunitz, Wendell Berry, Thomas Merton, W. B. Yeats; we’ll hear Mark Strand’s juice unnerving a librarian; we’ll see besieged and beleaguered leaders showing ways of juice including M. L. King, Jr., and we’ll hear Nikki Giovanni—the ultimate juice machine—and Thoreau message of the juice that may always be there no matter how dried up it looks, and even your own Professor B, showing some juice chops as gravity weighs her down. How indeed do we reply when we are asked, do you have the juice? Our show will show just what the juice is about and how poets are the Go To consultants when reporters come to our press conference. Continue reading