June 9th 2013

“SURELY JOY IS THE CONDITION OF LIFE”—Henry David Thoreau

Welcome to our Poetry Slow Down, KRXA 540AM, think for yourself radio with Producer and icon Hal Ginsberg, whose vision of poetry on this show was excited by a poem about John Muir, and HIS excitement and joy in this June world, and I’m Professor Barbara Mossberg, “Dr. B,” your host and companion on this journey of ours, with the news we need, in William Carlos Williams’ words, yes, poetry is despised and difficult, he says, but “without which men die miserably every day” (“To Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”); for what we are about, slowing down together with poetry right now, is not dying miserably but living joyously, and celebrating what poetry has to do with our ability to do that. This is our annual show today that takes place as I am in Yosemite National Park, speaking at the Sierra Club Headquarters there with Curator Dr. Bonnie Gisel at the LeConte Memorial Lodge, named 100 years ago for Professor Joe, Joseph LeConte, one of the first natural sciences professors at the brand new University of California in the late 1860’s when John Muir had arrived in Yosemite and Professor Joe and his students hiked and rode up to Yosemite and met Muir and began a relationship of mutual enthusiasm and joy and rapture at being in such a glorious—as they called it—place. We’ll begin with our ritual reading of e.e. cummings poem “i thank You God for this amazing,” and as I read, imagine you and me (I do) around a campfire or sitting in this river-rock round building under the vaulted beamed ceiling of the Lodge, the fragrance of pine warmed by sun, woodsmoke, and slowing down to savor such a time. We’ll hear the official story of how Yosemite National Park came to me from the National Park website, which leaves out how “public pressure” and John Muir actually came to bear on resulting legislation and national leadership: the poetry! Fortunately, our Poetry Slow Down has the scoop, and we will hear the role of poetry in our National Parks, beginning with ideas about wilderness and wild nature prevalent in John Muir’s day. We will hear about John Muir’s day job as self-appointed and anointed PR guy for wilderness, interpreter, reader of nature’s “text,” “the only one” who can do justice to the case for preservation of wilderness when Western governors seek to erode embryonic legislation protecting forests. Talk about pressure! We’ll hear Muir rise to the occasion and strut his poetic moxie, looking at his work as a palimpsest of the writers in his backpack-mind: the Bible, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Thoreau (and Emerson, of course) (DON’T FORGET BOBBY BURNS, Dr. B). Thus when we come back after our break for our glorious sponsors who savor poetic language and moxie on behalf of civic joy, we’ll hear poetry that inspires our joy in creation, the world at hand, the possibilities of vision, keeping in mind what Wallace Stevens said about the greatest poverty being not to live in the physical world, and sometimes, perhaps, all we need is a walk around the lake, a concept developed by Sandra Simonds in “Poem with Lines from Pierre Reverdy,” a poem of the week selection from poets.org, the Academy of American Poets, and Reverdy’s poem on which her poem is based, “The Moment,” about saving the world by joy. We will continue to explore how John Muir, a botanist and geologist—that was the career written on his death certificate– learned a literary way of seeing joy—as well as seeing joyfully–through poetry. In our final section of this radio news campfire program, we will do an homage to rousing singing of You Are My Sunshine, because you know you are, as we beam across the airwaves today, reflecting with you on why and how it matters what poets say about our world, giving us a sense of the possibilities of joy in what we behold . . . so I will share with you some of the ways John Muir has inspired me to experience our world including the roaring hot poem I wrote covering John Muir, “John Muir Takes a Sauna With the Finnish Ladies of Kuopio” (John Muir High School, of which I am a loyal alum, should have its mascot be the “Sierra Heat”), invoking the passion in Muir’s rhetorical flow on nature. I share my (failed) efforts to save a willow from destruction, using my words, as we teach our kindergartners, using John Muir’s playbook, chapter and verse, spirit and letter. What kinds of words can save a life, an ecosystem, a world? Here is the poem inspired by Muir, using the concept of joy as irresistible as a value for wilderness.

WOULD YOU CUT DOWN THIS TREE IF YOU SAW THIS WEATHERPROOFED SIGN ON IT ENCIRCLED BY A CHAIN MY FATHER WRAPPED AROUND ITS TRUNK?

 

What law or words could protect a tree? How could words make us see a living being in such a way as not to slay it? As being worth more than a flat lawn or tree-less view? What words could ground a law to hold such tree in reverence? These words did not serve. But my father and I threw every rationale in the Book into this poem, beginning with the way that since Biblical times and through romantic poets like Wordsworth and botanists like John Muir we have called us to gaze with reverence and awe . . . this was our bald-faced strategy to save this tree when I sold our house in Vermont, and left it in the hands of fellow human beings. Every line was a call to see one’s way to preserve the life of this tree. What did we leave out?

 

Behold!

The Good Luck Tree

Recipient of the John Muir Educator Society Award for

Promoting Love of Earth

A Vermont Treasure

Rare Magnificant Specimen Willow

This tree has inspired poetry

And dedication to the preservation of the earth.

All who live with this tree

Are protected by her strength; soil is bound

Preventing erosion and flood damage;

In life’s storms she provides comfort and joy

And gives courage to the spirit.

Known also as “The Blessing Tree,” in many hard times this

Tree has reawakened my sense of gratitude and wonder

For living on this earth and my commitment to teaching

About its beauties;

She has given me heart and seen me through;

Danced a hula, graceful as a ballerina in her tattered tutu;

As you come under her care, know

THIS TREE IS LOVED

And will love you too—

 

c 2001 Barbara Mossberg

 

RIP Great Willow, 104 South Cove Road, Burlington, VT 05401.

 

Published in John Muir, Family, Friends, and Adventures, eds. Sally Miller and Daryl Morrison, Albuquerque, University of New Mexico Press, 2005.

 

CONCLUSION

As we wind down our time together today, around our campfire, we reflect on Sandra Simonds “maybe the world will not be saved,” at least, it won’t if we despair, so let us in the poetic footsteps of the Bible and Milton and Wordsworth and Thoreau and Shakespeare and all the poets you and I love, find joy in this world of ours . . .

Next week, Bloomsday, James Joyce’sUlysses, and all the ways we are inspired in our lives by Homer, with songs by Susie Joyce including Molly Blooms’ he asked me with his eyes to ask again yes yes I will yes I said yes,  and that’s me asking you to say yes to poetry and this amazing day and your tremendous scene opened up by your eyes and ears that you have lent to us today, making my day, being my sunshine, for sure, I’m thanking you, yours truly, Professor Barbara Mossberg

© Barbara Mossberg 2013

 

June 2nd 2013

GALL AND NERVE, GUTS AND GLORY

–THE POETRY OF INDIGESTION, PAIN, AND GLORIOUS PHYSICAL DESIRE TO RUN AND TO WIN (AND EVEN LOSE) IN LANES AND LINES, POETIC FEET

. . . HOMAGE TO STEVE PREFONTAINE AND THE PREFONTAINE CLASSIC. . . a comparison of twin hearts in the race of life, Steve Prefontaine and Emily Dickinson (yes!)

. . . AS WE BRING TOGETHER NEWS OF THE HOUR, RUNNING NEWS FROM TRACK TOWN USA, TALKING ABOUT THE GUTS OF PERFORMANCE, AND MORE PERSONAL NEWS OF GUTS

…POETIC SPRINTERS AND FAST TWITCHERS, THE POETS OF LONG DISTANCE AND SLOW TWITCHERS,

POETS WITH KICK, FRONT-RUNNING POETS . . .

YOU GET MY DRIFT . . .

Poets discussed include Elizabeth Bishop, Walt Whitman, Sylvia Plath, with shouts out for Pablo Neruda, St. Paul, Yeats, Shakespeare and Olivia Shakespeare, Whitman, Basho, LiPo, Allen Ginsberg, Gerald Stern, William Carlos Williams, Ludwig Bemelmans, and more.

The topic of poetry and running is to be continued! Stay tuned for rivers and poetry! And June 15—Bloomsday of course! Write me at bmossberg@csumb.edu or facebook at Barbara Mossberg’s Poetry Slow Down.

As Emily Dickinson said, “my river runs to you.”

© Barbara Mossberg 2013

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