Joanne Kyger
Genova
4 Luglio 2001
Testo che scrissi per il libro POETI IMMAGINATI La Lontra 2008
“Quando viene non la si può contenere;
Quando va, non la si può fermare.”
(Lu Chi , 261-303 a.C. “Frammento riferito al corso dell’ispirazione poetica.”)
Joanne Kyger spalanca i grandi occhi sul mondo perché suo è il canto dell’osservazione.
Nel resoconto del quotidiano vive il “ Fare”, più arduo del “Conoscere”.
Con il gesto proprio delle mani sostiene il libro.
Lei sa che le parole contenute volano alte quando vengono pronunciate, vanno ad incontrare il vento, che le porgerà ad altri occhi, orecchie e cuori.
L’arte racchiude la risonanza dello spirito creatore.
Ricordo il pensiero (fotografico) che feci guardando le mani di Joanne che reggeva il libro che conteneva i versi che stava leggendo .
In un libro c’è (o ci dovrebbe essere) una grossa porzione di ciò che siamo stati in grado di “sentire” e desideriamo in forma d’epifania offrire al nostro pubblico.
Ecco che quel gesto assume un’importanza “altra” rispetto all’esercizio di stile che un fotografo può prefiggersi giocando con tagli luci e diagonali. Ecco perchè tanta fotografia di scena che oggi vedo in giro non mi smuove nulla nella sua apparente perfezione dei dettagli, attraverso binarie calibrature di contrasti e toni. Quelle immagini all’apparenza perfette equivalgono ai funambolici esercizi di stile dei nuovi cantanti licenziati dai talent che hanno intonazione perfetta, gestione del vibrato e della gestualità.
Ciò che veramente mi interessa è al di sotto di tutto ciò che vive. Siamo corpi fatti di sangue e visceri perchè volete rinchiuderci a forza nell’eleganza posticcia di una curva di contrasto ?
Teaser del mio libro Poeti Immaginati 2008
Ten Lovely Poems by Joanne Kyger
Monday Before The Recall
                               Sun on the hand so deeply spotted
                           Yours for the duration, though
	        Little allergy in the inhalation of the moment
	        Liturgy of gold crown
                  or is it radio electronico
                     electric hedge trimmers
                       actually the acacia 
                           being clipped
                 In some kind of mantra of Glass 
               which surrounds and penetrates the air
Be deeply reverent as you move towards shore
It's getting pretty loud out here
  What happened between June and September this year
         was way too local to loaf
             just watched the deer change its spots
                and get older,  awww cute!
  Ate all the California poppies too
and if you want to go
                                 	Go
                                                    Just Go
September Panics
    You got MY vote
         just let me know
            who you are
                Is that a dog howling?
You are very alone
      like everyone else
        You have just finished reading
            September's Vanity Fair
And the bright moonlight is empty
           'I don't want to hear 
            your CRAP anymore!'
            Your angst
            and your country's pain
            are often the same
     So pick up that Manual of Buddhism
             you threw on the floor
            Consider being
  like water running
  reaching the other shore
     
  and your mind won't be so bumming
  by some suck up oppressor
The Psycho Pathic Personality
"I am the commander
I do not need to explain why I do things.
That's the interesting thing about being
  President.
  Maybe someone needs to explain to ME
       why they say something, but I don't feel
I OWE ANYONE AN EXPLANATION."
                                         USA TODAY 11/25/02
                                         DIRECT QUOTE
Rock
Hit absolute rock bottom Are you there rock? No? No rock on bottom
Buddhism Without A Book
                          
                                      Well, you had to find it some
                 where     another person passed simplicity
              on to you, the practice of some syllables
             the position of a seated body   and you believe
          a lineage of recognition     of 'mind'
          not perfect, but intimate
          with suffering
          and the futility of maintaining
          those troublesome states
          of fear and hate
          "Try this
       Lift the corners of your mouth slightly
    and take three breaths
this is known as mouth yoga"*           (*Yvonne Rand)
It has nothing to do with smiling
It has nothing to do with happiness
Sleeping With The BBC
At least they have a nice accent
   when they talk about the bombs
       and a slight
twist of voice
when they use the word 'Bush'
When we go away
     how much do we need
         to take with us
           To take our beautiful country
              to get the words right
    Okay that's it
           You've written it down
White light
        coming through the water lily petals
              The yellow green glint
                   at the center
Untitled
It's terrible what's happening in this war atmosphere
     when 'your' government lies
           to you and neglects the people
It's bad for your mind when the politics of connection
     show ignorance and preference
          for the stupid junta
              that has slyly preempted the beehive
Time to dive for the Madhyamika school
     the middle way ourselves
          through the course of the oppression to come
             phew!
I'd prefer not to have to bother
   in this landscape of spring to judge
       whether these apple blossom branches
           are natural or not
               I just want to be ordinary
                   and finish my toast
While Arthur Okamura is on the prowl
   with his notebook and pen
      sketching the dust
           in the wind
The Distressed Look
        From our 'leaders' -- please be
      as frightened as you can in apartment
   buildings, bridges & airports-- 
                                    But really
                 you're on your own,
                     you rattled and oppressed citizens
                  of the 'free' world --
berserk jackals of the moment are after you!
    Look carefully at those you know --
                                       corporate crooks! have fucked
                    with your energy!
     'Freedom' is dubiously hyped to a world
against which 'our country' seems to be waging a war!
    Yes, a war against The World!   which is full of 
          creepy crawly evil turrrists.
                'You' my government,
                      have made us Totally Unpopular
BASHO SAYS PLANTS STONES UTENSILS
     have individual feelings
     similar to those of humans   
 
A zillion little butterfly thoughts
      simultaneously flap.
You are the sum
      of all you 'know'
        and the more you forget
          the more ordinary
             you are really nothing
                 special   so why
                    all the anxious push-push
                      just hang
the clothes on the line
   Put the black ones
       in the washer
         Feel the myriad little bits
             of sensation
               that make up emotion
                            As the Sun
                           rises high
                         in the sky
                     so does the arrogance
         I'm still  waiting
           for the 'Buddhist'
              poem to arrive
                 Darn it takes so long
                      for the Dharma
                      Up in arms
                  on the moral high road
              wanting to sum it up
          and END it
Look! new moon
           And you
              have been born  
                into the world
                  for the first time	
                                            a mere puppy! 
                                          don't be startled						
                                      'life' is made up
                                    of feelings        
                                  awareness  
                              of being at one
                            with the flea
                          that you are
                              Look! I'm disarmed
                         except for my rotten thoughts -- 
                                The familiar old joke
                             of the self
                                turned on, to the moment
                               "Suddenly, while at the depths
(Zen Master           it struck me like a thunderbolt
   Bankei                 that I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN
1922-1693)           and that my birthlessness
                                could settle every matter"
                      The birthless buddha mind
                           waits for life after capitalism
                               waits for a government
                                   that survives a president
                                       we can't afford anymore
                                                   along with his weird god
                                                       and his good sleep --
                                 -- "I'm a patient man
                                       and your five seconds are up POW!"
                                            And your locker room jock
                                       retires to his 'Turd Blossom'
                                    Karl Rove
                                 to get his brain tweaked
                              for the next round
                             Leaves one with Ridicule
                                as the least expensive
                         weapon around
                      towards a 'commander' in chief'
                   who insists he Must protect us
                         O protect us
                        from this protection
                             of war and coalition's aid
                                unwilling and overpaid
Realizzata con: Contax RTS III
Pellicola: Kodak T Max 3200
Anno: 2001
Luogo: Genova
            
            


			
			
			
			
			
			
			
			
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