Another Promise of Another Return

Well, it's been quite a long time since our last post. To briefly explain: both Conversely and I are officially and very deeply into our respective "dissertation stages" of the Ph.D. program here at South Carolina. Additionally, I am now the father of a one-year-old girl, and as you might expect, my free time is not what it once was. Unfortunately, this means we have both been quite distracted and have lacked either the time or motivation to keep posting on here with the regularity this project used to rely on (and which used to be one of this project's strengths!).

In any case, I'm posting today to announce that I (I'm not sure about Conversely) want to get back in the blast poetry saddle. I've been thinking a lot, and maybe it's the sleepless haze I'm constantly in or my perpetual state of intellectual exhaustion, but I think I've got some good ideas again. I'm not going to make any official promises about posting--instead, I'm just going to say that I'm going to do the best I can. I know we have probably lost essentially all of our readership over the past year, so I can say all of these things with the confidence that I'm not going to be offending very many people, at least. I also plan on putting up some of the rough demos from our musical endeavors over the past year or so. Gaston Monescu did some incredible work on these songs, and they deserve (at least) an internet forum. With some luck, I believe Gaston is going to have an opportunity to put together slightly more professional versions of his material in the next few months, so I'll be sure to pass those along as well. As for other materials, poem/lyric changes should be posted soon, and as always, we welcome feedback on any of our archived material (remember: the basis of this project is that none of this material is ever truly 'archived'...it's always 'in process'!).

Oh! One other bit of news: Two of my poems--"The Haitian President to His Women" and its companion poem, "Women to the Haitian President"--were published a few months ago in The Breakwater Review...which of course means that I am now, officially, a published poet. So that's cool, I suppose. I've already dusted off my beret and great God, you should SEE the soul patch I've grown: it's amazing.

So, until the next post, let me say again that I appreciate those of you who have been involved in this project with all my poetic heart (twice the size of a regular heart, btw!). Take care, and we'll get new material up soon.

Also: enjoy those Paterson photos! They're old, but aren't they AWESOME?!?

-T. Az. (or, more humbly, Kenny Camacho)

Photos from Paterson, New York City and Atlantic City

Paterson: Book II, Chapter I, p. 52

Imagined Indians / the Ground Spoke

Looking past

suction-cup arrows

and cheap plastic bows,

my brother settles

on a toy wooden

musket and coonskin

cap, hung to the left

of the sale window

in a Blue Ridge

tourist store.

Our parents buy a

second set, and we’re

matched the rest

of the day:

exchanging empty

rifle cracks from behind

the boulders along

the clean hiking paths

to the top of the

mountain.

At the summit,

my brother raises

the butt of his gun

and rams it against

my cheek; his face: red,

angry. Our mother

scolds him, reminds him

we’re brothers; we don’t

fight with each other;

we’re not savages.

In the afternoon,

our father buckles us

both into the back-

seat of our car, and we

close our eyes for the

long, winding drive back

down the Parkway: two

Boones, two Crocketts, foe-

less, now, and silent;

sleeping on and off.

I have a picture

at home: A doe-skinned

Mother, papoosed,

paused mid-stride along

a game trail, bare foot

lifted and waiting

to slip silently

into the oil-painted

underbrush. White streaks

filter down through the trees.

Caps in my pocket,

striped raccoon tail pinched

in the nape of my

neck, I imagine

Indians, smooth, dark,

hatchets in hand, bows

on their backs, quiet –

each frozen in step

as our car turns tightly

around another corner.

10-21-08

Paterson: Book II, Chapter I, p. 52-53

Mount (Mount)
Mount Garrett
(Mount):

Two hundred steps up a dirt road,
and then two hundred more from an old lookout tower
bring you to a flat rock with no trees in front of it. From there,
You have a view of Paterson, the West end of Passaic,
And in the distance (a bit purpled),
New York.

I think everyone looks for the Towers first,
and then they look away quickly, as if their look had caught
the city undressing.
There are plenty of other nice buildings to see:
the Chrysler. Empire State.
The whole lot of them are much closer than you would think,
maybe an hour by train.

There are so few sounds from here,
and although this (mount) is small,
there are no others between here and the City.
New York is flat and static on the horizon and
Paterson moves beneath it, wriggling,
even undulating, it seems,
as the backs of cars appear
and then disappear
between buildings.

But not for anything. It’s just gray and
white and brown and
red roofs and houses and street
lights and streaks of resurfaced asphalt;
an empty and crumbling stadium,
an apartment building with dark windows and
open, dirty curtains; a half-dozen
cheaply stucco-ed hotels littered near
the Turnpike, all smaller
than the silhouettes that give them
(this)
any meaning at all.

It’s a lot to throw out ten miles of _________ ,
but four hundred steps make it easier.
In any case,
the walk back is slowed by the frozen patches of mud that have
thawed while we were taking more pictures
than were necessary.

Paterson: Book II, Chapter I, p. 45

Walking (Fig. 6B)

Feet bear
especially heels
weight

heavy heat
still, bare
on hardwood.

less, however,
Fig. 6B
when walking

one imagines
point between
hip foot

there rolls
except ground.

One waits
on another
the great

catch up
move spool
for worth.

Meaning through
the foot
roll up

numbers or
Fig. 6B
nothing noting

joints’ ligaments
stretch bear
weight.

Some Technical Housekeeping

I've added an updated page to archive.org with our songs on it. However, you no longer need to go over there. Just click on the flash player on the right.

A New List! Paterson: Book Two, Chapter I

* NOTE * Paterson: Book Two, Chapter I spans pages 41 to 61 in the 1995 New Directions edition of the complete Paterson, editor Chris MacGowan.

To the festivities! A new and incredibly awesome list of titles is ready! Proceed with jubilation:


Paterson: Book Two, Chapter I
(Catastrophe of the Falls)


1. Dr. Paterson's Walk from the Cliff; or, Two White Towers [p. 43-61]
2. (so close are we to ruin every day!) [p. 45]
3. Walking (Fig. 6B) [p. 45]
4. Unrequited; or, Exiling One's Self From One's Self / Another Letter Unanswered [p. 45]
5. "How Do I Love You? These!" / Preceding Whispered Voices [p. 45]
6. An American Occupation [p. 46]
7. The German Singing Societies of Paterson Present: "Not On This Ground!" [p. 46]
8. "A Great Crowd, A Great Beast!" or, McNulty has a Plan [p. 46]
9. Pecking Order [p. 46]
10. Imagination; or, Pheasants in Flight [p. 47-48]
11. Chapultapec! Grasshopper Hill! [p. 47-49]
12. M.N. to W.C.W. / W.C.W. [never] to M.N. [p. 45, 48]
13. combating sleep/------------/the sleep [p. 49]
14. Officer Goodridge's Encounter; or, The Little Critter That Had Caused So Much Fun, 1939 [p. 49]
15. A New Mind, A New Measure [p. 50]
16. Lovers in the Park [p. 50-52, 54-55, 58-61]
17. Imagined Indians / the Ground Spoke [p. 52]
18. MountMt.GarrettMt. [p. 52-53]
19. The Bitch and the Man in the Park [p. 53]
20. Musty: A Love Story [p. 53-54]
21. "A Great Crowd, A Great Beast!" or, Voices Lifted in Voices [p. 54]
22. The Quaking of the Great City / The Capital of Call and Response [p. 55-56]
23. Hungarian Metronome; or, Time Over the Falls [p. 55]
24. A Song for Nothing [p. 55]
25. Eisenstein's Heavenly Man! [p. 57-58]
26. (Priapus!) [p. 58]
27. 3000 Years, 3000 Lovers [p. 58-61]
28. Desire and the Evangelist [p. 59]
29. Rush Over the Falls: A Good Dream [p. 59-60]
30. A Town Spread, A River Accepted [p. 60]
31. A Horn, A Trumpet! / Meaning Therein [p. 61]
32. To Be Good Dogs. [p. 61]
33. NO DOGS ALLOWED AT LARGE IN THIS PARK [p. 61]

So, the new rules: any response is a valid response, and any post is a responsive post. What do you guys think so far?