Yes: it all begins with sound, with wave, and of course, our voices are ways we connect with each other, our brain waves, becoming voice, and radio waves, and I think it makes sense on the imagery of waves that itâ€™s the Beach Boys who produce Good Vibrations, as itâ€™s all about frequency:
and other things I learn from my students: a celebration for graduation week, AND REFLECTIONS ON POETRY IN THE NEWSFEED AND ON THE SCREEN THIS WEEKâ€”the news we need, the news we heed, the news â€œwithout which men die miserably every day.â€ We are all about living, living happily, every day.Â Towards that end . . .
Hello, Poetry Slow Down, my peoples, speaking of living happily every day, weâ€™re all about making the morning last! Paul Simon says to slow down, we move too fast, weâ€™ve got to make the morning last. Whatâ€™s up with morning?Â Weâ€™ll hear from Thoreau, and Mary Oliver, and Tracy Smith, and video game and Eagles and Whitney Houston, and to start us off, a hymn by Eleanor Farjean, sung by Cat Stevens, and the great song from â€œHair,â€ Good Morning Starshine.
In which we hear from Zappa Johns about new-fangled farfalle from theÂ internetâ€™s video games of virtual physics for â€œinteractive fictionâ€ in the digital era (that would be now), including â€œCar Boysâ€ and BeamNG.drive, the poetry in the news this week of the worldâ€™s most daring free solo climb up El Capitan, Bob Dylanâ€™s under-the-wire Nobel Prize lecture on the roots of his lyric balladic contributions to Literature (think Odyssey), Robert Creeleyâ€™s meditation on rain (definitely a dab), W.S. Graham on morning (â€œlistenâ€), and Nate Cameronâ€™s reflections on his own bold climb of poetry beginning with poetryâ€™s El Capitan, theÂ Odyssey. Weâ€™re board hanging, putting on morning, making it last, with the Poetry Slow Down.
Further readings on Car Boys:
On Car Boys, Which Changed Everything
Game Realities, McElroys, And The Power Of Meta-Narrative
Â©Â Barbara Mossberg 2017
A theory brought to you through blood, sweat, tears, and fears, through the post post-Civil War South, by your own fearful Dr. B, host of ourÂ PoetrySlowDown, recreating the experience of John Muirâ€™s post-Civil War 1000 Mile Walk to the Gulf, enduring insects, cutting vines, alligators, and snakes, but failing utterly at starving. The slithery, slimy, stinging, starving and armed realities are a lens that illuminate Muirâ€™s rapturous depictions of wilderness that turned our nationâ€™s mind around in the light of trauma and danger in war-burned and desecrated land, shell-shocked people, and desperate crime. His sojourn through ravaged rural and community life forged his way of engaging wilderness in the Western Sierras. And on the note of converting trauma into poetry, we consider squirrels, as in googling, â€œsquirrels peeing on patio furniture.â€ (We long ago became resigned to what we had googled as â€œsquirrels eating all the seed in the birdfeederâ€ and â€œsquirrels eating every last ripe peachâ€â€”to which the first google entry had â€œseven pumper.) There are ways to transform our annoyance. Weâ€™ll slow down our indignant heart rates to enjoy what poets know and say about squirrels. From Rilke to Emily Dickinson to Henry David Thoreau to yes, John Muir . . . . and who knewâ€”these creatures have found their way into peopleâ€™s hearts and if not my hearts, certainly my own poetry.
We’re produced today by Zappa Johns, our fusion man of tech arts and music science, and I’m Professor Barbara Mossberg.