ANNE WALDMAN, IMPRESSIONANT

ALTRES REGISTRES

Vaig llegir que perfora el silenci. Sens dubte. Escoltar el darrer treball editat en disc de la poeta nord-americana Anne Waldman, no et deixa indiferent

En plena paranoia confinadora, va convocar a la seva amiga Laurie Anderson, al famós contrabaixista William Parker, a Debbie Googe (My Bloody Valentine) i al també reconegut music noruec Guro Moe i els va afegir als seus habituals – i familiars – musics acompanyants, Ambrose Bye i Devin Brahja. De la trobada, va sortir aquesta impressionant obra major. Es diu Sciamachy i l’ha editat la marca de la casa, Fast Speaking Music. 

El nom del disc està extret del terme grec que fa referencia a la guerra en les ombres i son poemes agafats de diferents llibres i projectes poètics d’ella. Crida contra les oligarquies mundials i els governs a l’ombra. A Extinction Aria pt II, una peça sobre un possible final dels nostres dies, Waldman recita: ‘Enemy is the creation of a warring god realm / a becoming in fact / becoming isolated.’ La seva veu, perfectament envoltada per un conglomerat sonor, ens convida a investigar què podem fer ara a continuació. I precisament no es refereix a ser-ne còmplices. Perfora el silenci i consciències. Si et deixes, és clar.

(d’esquerra a dreta) Anne Waldman, Ambrose Bye i Devin Brahja Waldman

foto de Natalia Gaia – Fast Speaking Music

DIBUIXOS DES D’UN ALTRE PLÀ

LA MÈDIUM I EL POETA

UNA CONVERSA ASTRAL

FUNDACIÓ JOAN BROSSA - BARCELONA

fins el 31 de maig

EXPOSICIÓ

Ella deia que per fer aquells dibuixos, un ésser de llum li guiava la mà. Brossa en deia dibuixos fluídics

Josefa Tolrà va ser una mèdium catalana que el poeta i els seus amics de Dau al Set i del Club 49 visitaven de tant en tant a la seva casa de Cabrils.

Josefa Tolrà forma part d’aquell tipus de persones capaces d’explicar amb les seves notes i il·lustracions la realitat d’una manera diferent. Cosa que fa que ens atregui tant. Salvant les distàncies, els dibuixos amb aquests personatges voltats de misticisme i misteri que s’exposen a l’espai del carrer de la Seca, em van transportar als que feia el nord-americà Daniel Johnston. Formes de donar missatges per a qui els vulgui gaudir.

Una retrat d’ella, en blanc i negre, obra d’en Leopoldo Pomés, presideix la sala.

POEMA INÈDIT DE DAVID BERMAN

RELACIONATS

Darius Van Arman, fundador del segell Jagjaguwar, li va demanar al seu amic David Berman que escrivís alguna cosa per a una biografia del segell cap el 2016. Explica que ‘David va dir que li venia molt de gust fer-ho, però van anar passant les setmanes, quedàvem de tant en tant. I un dia va arribar aquest text’.

(foto DC Berman)

Com sabem, David Berman amb 52 anys, va ser trobat mort dimecres passat al seu apartament de Park Slope a Brooklyn i un parell de dies després es va confirmar que va ser ell mateix qui va posar fi a la seva vida d’aquí, deixant-nos a totes amb un pam de nas.

En uns dies havia de començar la gira on presentaria el seu darrer disc, el meravellós Purple Mountains (Drag City).  

recitant recentment al nord-americà James Tate

okay….
gate pratt had an old house in charlottesville on 9th Street
one of those literally on the other side of the tracks jobs.
no college kids in the vicinity.
A couple cross streets were called Wine St and Dice St.
I always wished they'd crossed, but no city could hold on to
signage like that.
he'd painted it transfat yellow with army green trim and it
leaned badly. the interior was done in malt liquor bottle brown
and robin's egg blue lead paint. the only new section was built
by gate, a back room addition to the rickety two story house.

gate was one year ahead of me in college and one of my closest
now it was seven years later and i was living outside of town
renting steve keenes house.
gate was training to be an architect and practicing on this
house and it was the first time someone i knew built a room.
i'd come in to town and we'd go do something and i would pass
out there to save driving.

at this point gate decided to rent the backroom.

gate had never given up his saturday afternoon radio show
and he knew darius from the station. His mother came down
and put up curtains.

this is all around 1996-97

I was probably 29. Gate was 30.
Darius 21?

Darius was a very gentle person who nevertheless
took the lead in getting things done among his peers.

I don't think Darius classifies as a millenial but he embodied
several positive qualitative traits i associate with millenials.

more kind, more competent, more curious, more worldly,
not as quick to judge, better able to work in groups than people my age.

At some point i asked Darius by what route he had come to educate
himself about music. I think he told me he was a pink floyd fan who
fell for the smiths.

Today everyone contributes to the internet. At that time the idea
of anyone in charlottesville creating and distributing local work
for outside public consumption was a "cute" thing to try to do but
charlottesville's discographical heritage was one of the shortest
and weakest in collegetown history.
the happy flowers and the dave matthews band.
but nothing in between.
there's a lot of space between those two you know?

He slept late, but then he took charge.
He got good work out of others. I dont remember him as a nag
but I dont see how else he could have got me write something for him back then.

and he couldnt have filled all those 2-6 am dj slots no one wanted in the summer
without being a nag

but he got stuck doing that late shift a lot and he became a daysleeper.
when id come over he'd be getting up bleary-eyed and rubbing his face.

he got most of his work done elsewhere. when he was back in his room
he couldnt help falling asleep.

He'd put shows at tokyo rose
and sometimes he'd bring a band home to flop on the floor.

bedhead came in one night. one sat down and opened his laptop
id never seen one before. i was surprised to find someone i knew from
high school had joined the band that was touring with them.
i pulled him aside "what the fuck is going on?
is he communicating with people through his computer?"

two foot flame was a funny group of people. i was listening
to a uva/florida state football game on the radio at the house. the game
was going two miles away, right over the trees from tokyo rose
and i always liked that effect of the radio delay and the crowdnoise
coming through the window. darius brought them to the house before
their show and gate cooked his weird "health food" for the band
they were three very fun people, jen michael and peter.
i was impressed that michael morley from the dead c was there.
in the house that was the objective correlative of a dead c song.
of course he didnt know much about football
but he picked it up and was able to know what was going on
over the radio.
the chance of uva beating florida state in 1995 was about as low as the likelihood that
a local record could ever matter to anyone in the outer world.

florida state had been #1 all season. UVA was unranked.
florida state had joined the acc four years before and was
29-0 against Acc opponents.

but uva wasnt getting blown away.
somehow uva's defense was pushing florida state off the line.
they took the lead into halftime.
these were fourth year classmates of darius

michael was as excited as i was by this point…we were pounding
beer and whiskey
i dont think darius cared about sports. maybe im wrong. at any rate
he cared about getting the band to the show. but the game was too exciting.
[tiki barber ending up rushing 200 yards +45 passing for uva. florida state threw for 500 yards,
both qbs threw 3 interceptions] with 7 minutes left it was 33-21 uva.
and then we threw an interception.
and then florida state started to pour it on. score 33-28
and life in charlottesville seemed due to return to normal.
on the next possession uva went four and out. florida state got
the ball back with 3 minutes left.
darius insisted we leave or we'd hit stadium traffic.

i had to explain to the band that the end was a foregone conclusion
and i didnt think id be going to see their show anymore
but i was not excused and me gate darius and the three players
crowded into gate's 75 dodge dart for the two mile drive to tokyo rose.
fsu began its march.
despair in the air. and two foot flame wasnt a party band.
i stick my head out the window to lower the volume to where i can just
barely hear the play by play.
uva intercepts! i hauled myself back into a totally different car.
noise band acapella as we pull into the parking lot
and burst out of the car and through myself on the asphalt.
. the crowd noise is huge coming over the trees.
45000 famously tepid uva fans are losing their minds on prime time
national tv.
but of course it wasnt over.
fsu uses their three time outs and gets the ball back. we're all standing around
the car. the radio's up all the way. they come down the field. i back away from the car.
darius goes inside. i can just hear the radio. it wont hurt as bad when it happens.
it'll be like bad news whispered in my ear.
florida state makes it all the way down to uva's three yard line. i could just keep walking
west on Rt. 250 and hitch my way to the blue ridge parkway to freeze to death on a mountain top tonight.

here's how it ended. go to 11:00 and you experience the tension yourself:

i hit the glass doors of tokyo rose like they were blocking sleds
and….while the place was full,
it was as quiet as japanese restaurants are quiet.
no one else was screaming. no one cared.
these people came here to get away from sports.

a post script on darius: after darius moved out gate discovered
the gas heat to darius room had been hooked up wrong. no wonder
he couldn't stay awake in there.

"Symptoms of mild acute poisoning include lightheadedness, confusion, headache, vertigo, and flu-like effects;
larger exposures can lead to significant toxicity of the central nervous system and heart, and death.
Chronic exposure to low levels of carbon monoxide can lead to depression, confusion, and memory loss.
Carbon monoxide poisoning has also been implicated as the cause of apparent haunted houses; symptoms such as delirium and hallucinations have led people suffering poisoning to think they have seen ghosts or to believe their house is haunted."

how could jagjaguwar have evolved in such oxygen depleted environment?

"Carbon monoxide is not toxic to all forms of life. Its harmful effects are due to binding with hemoglobin
so its danger to organisms that do not use this compound is doubtful. It thus has no effect on photosynthesising plants.[5]"

i am not qualified to say, but i theorize that jagjaguwar is a plant and not an animal.
From there we can rule out grasses, flowers, and weeds since they have such short lifespans.
Tonight I believe Jagjaguwar is a tree.

JAAP BLONK

ACCIONS SONHORES – 15

L’AUTOMÀTICA – GRÀCIA

03 – 05 – 2019

DIRECTE

Assistir a un recital de Jaap Blonk, és com pujar al màgic-bus. Per una estona, les seves expressions sonores i musicals et permeten sortir de la merderada general i lliurar-te a un món paral·lel de pura agitació emancipada. Performances de poesia sonora realitzats amb sons i sorolls singulars que entronquen amb els pioners de la música electrònica i amb les avantguardes dels col·lectius experimentals dels setanta.

(fotos cortesia de Núria Ros)

RE – SINTONIA

INDEFINIT

Ginsberg amb Barbara Rubin el dia del seu aniversari a Londres – feia 39 anys 

‘Estimo Ginsberg:

feia tant que no llegia poemes d’un poeta germà –

crec que des del temps, en aquell poble de temporals

[i prímules,

que vaig llegir els cants grecs de Tommaseo i Machado.

Cap artista és lliure en cap país.

És una contestació vivent,

Pound va anar a la presó com Siniavski i Daniel,

I el senyor Lennon els ha escandalitzat a tots,

[crec que fins i tot als Russos.

Pier Paolo Pasolini

Poeta de les Cendres

(traducció de Gerard Cisneros)

GENERACIÓ COMPROMESA

D’ESQUITLLADA

Ha estat arrel de diferents aniversaris, com el de l’edició en català d’un dels seus llibres, L’Illa, o el del seu pas per Sant Feliu de Guíxols ara fa 40 anys, que aquests dies s’han escrit alguns articles dedicats a l’escriptor i poeta Robert Creeley.

Aquest home, nascut a Arlington, Massachussetts el 1926, de l'any 1951 al 1955 es va assentar a Banyalbufar, un poble de la serra de Tramuntana, a Mallorca, i va ser des d’aquí que va posar en marxa l’editorial Divers Press que editava obra de l’anomenada ‘tercera generació’ de poetes com Paul Blackburn o Robert Duncan i on dirigia la Black Mountain Rewiew, la revista on van començar a publicar el personal de la Beat Generation com Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs o Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

Creeley a l’esquerra amb Ginsberg

La generació beat va ser un moviment dels anys cinquanta que va posar potes amunt la societat benestant nord-americana  i que encara avui, molta part d'aquesta, encara hi segueix. Amb les potes enlaire.

Allen DeLoach, Tom Pickard, Ron Silliman, Lawrence Ferlinghetti  i Creeley

Mercury Rev acompanyant a Robert Creeley llegint el seu poema So There

POESIA BROSSA

fins el 25 de febrer

MACBA – BARCELONA

POESIA

No se si encara passa, suposo que sí. Si vas al MACBA a veure l’expo del Brossa, a fora, just davant de la porta d’accés, et trobes una taula amb tres, quatre persones impossible de sortejar de manera que comprens que allà esta passant alguna cosa:

que continuen en VAGA INDEFINIDA.

Reclamen unes condicions de treball dignes en mig d’aquest món feliç i d’aquesta Barcelona tan guai. Això i prou. No es cobra entrada – estan en vaga – sí però que demanen una contribució de suport per a totes elles, ajuda que diposites en un pot. A dins només hi ha les que vigilen que no toquis.

L’exposició, que omple tota la primera planta, consisteix de 1.500 peces de les 60.000 que la Fundació Joan Brossa va cedir al museu el 2011, entre les que hi ha els ses coneguts poemes visuals, cartells, documents, vídeos, tot plegat per entretenir-te una bona estona i oblidar-te amb la seva màgia del món exterior, tan guai.

Teresa Grandas, co-comissaria de l’exposició junt amb Pedro G.Romero, ho resumeix molt bé: ‘L’exposició emfatitza l’encreuament constant de llenguatges i mitjans que utilitzava Brossa en la seva producció poètica’. El seu company també ho explica bé: ‘Brossa permet llegir el present’ i posa d’exemple dos documents visuals, “Barcelona per Brossa” un recorregut que va realitzar el 5 d’octubre del 79 per Barcelona en el context de la Festa de la Lletra on a través de les fotografies de Colita realitza un passeig antituristic i l’altre és “Striptease Català” una performance per el programa de TVE Mirador on Christa Leem es va treient la roba i al final del curt surt Brossa del darrera de la cortina que ha fet de fons i crida “Visca els Paisos Catalans!”. Tot un poema.

MARIA ANTÒNIA MASSANET i MIRIAM REYES

BAR PASTÍS – BARCELONA

28 – 04 – 2016

POESIA

Com mana la tradició, vam pensar que l’aigua caiguda al llarg del dia era auspiciosa. Com també vam agrair, arribat el moment de dirigir-nos al bar Pastís, que deixes de ploure.

Prop de tres quarts d’onze, l’amo del local va aturar la veu d’Edith Piaf per poder escoltar la de dues poetes explosives: Maria Antònia Massanet i Miriam Reyes. Silenci i atenció per part de totes les congregades al petit clàssic del carrer de Santa Mònica així que s’hi van posar, alternant-se, fins a deixar-nos seques d’emocions. Sort que allà, sense moure els peus de lloc, de nou ets a la barra.

I va tornar a sonar la Piaf allà on l’amo, havia fet ‘pause’.

no és prou el llenguatge

per dir tots els buits i silencis

que ens corsequen.

No s’han inventat les lletres

per confegir el significat

de tots els esfondraments

que ens devoren.

Al ventall de fonemes

li falten sons que diguin

l’ofec de tanta malura.

On hi trobareu forats

no hi busqueu sintaxi

MARIA ANTÒNIA MASSANET

del llibre KIRIBATI – AdiA Edicions (2015)

Detesto las impresiciones

cuando dices todo el tiempo

en realidad deberias decir en ocasiones.

Detesto aún más la ligereza

con la que usas ciertas palabras

cómo construyes frases enteras

sin cimientos.

Cuando dices todo tiene más sentido a tu lado

siento ganas de hacerte daño

físicamente.

MIRIAM REYES

del llibre HAZ LO QUE TE DIGO – Bartleby Editores (2015)

MOONDOG - 50 COUPLETS

LLIBRES - POESIA

Al viking de la sisena avinguda el coneixem per la seva música, brillant i transgressora. Bé, i també per la seva distinció i gust a l’hora d’escollir què posar-se per sortir al carrer.

Ara, l’editorial francesa Lenka Lente, dins de l’exquisida i sucosa col·lecció de llibrets que porta traient des del 2013, posa en òrbita terrestre un dedicat a Louis Thomas Hardin, alies Moondog, el poeta de Nova York.

En els anys 40, fotocopiava i venia els seus poemes plens de sarcasme, per dir-ho suaument, tenint per aquest motiu, alguns problemes amb l’autoritat que ens protegeix dels homes del sac. Guillaume Belhomme, de l’editorial, els anomena ‘petits contes, històries d’amor o fins i tot insults’ sobre diferents temes que inclouen, la filosofia, la política o el medi ambient. En versió bilingüe anglès-francès.

“I find the greatest freedom in the stricture of a form

that paradoxes abnormality within a norm”.