Friday, March 8, 2019

Bob Kaufman's Golden Sardine, Prince Albert Out of the Can


 read at risk of your own enjoyment
online, in it's entirety, the greatest
and most  golden sardine
offered by poetshouse
link below...
I will not tell you why
not really
but will share
certain atomic
excitements
at syllabic lettriste
levels seamlessly


http://digitalcollections.poetshouse.org/digital-collection/chapbook-collection/Golden-Sardine

 everything is happening at the gate of experience in this piece in pieces. it's exciting from start to finish because it really seems to have had no plan when it was planned not to have one and then makes us unsure we haven't yet forgotten it or if we have any plans of our own while it confidently moves, station to station, flipping itself out, crisply, page by page. a kind of surreal helical circulatory system shadowed by the mayan calendar effect, where the suns ceases to seem "quadrate" any longer because the earth itself is no longer pressurized to resist space entering the subduction. lands and spaces are perpetually renewed. high spirit rules. les yeux e oreilles  the birds are an ear in this language, the space is exquisite, aimless, the song brings contagious laughter. and it seemed to me, seems still to be, hailing from the blackfoot mountains everywhere aboriginal...
 even after so many years, a kind of South and Meso and North america's ta'wil --

what is Ta'wil?  

 تأويل

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esoteric_interpretation_of_the_Quran
  
Ta'wil, is the allegorical interpretation of the Quran or the quest for its hidden, inner meanings. but why do I apply this word to a book by an African poet of the America and sometimes Parisian realms, a man who I knew to have been 86'd from every bar in North Beach, that legendary hang-out haven of  the Beatniks in San Francisco? I say this book itself alone can tell you why through it's secret hilarity, based as it is upon various archetypal games being played out inside it like in an exhaustive serialism, a logic so coherent and unnerving, leaving nothing untouched, nothing and everything therefore remaining sacred, bubbling over, runnethinge overeth withe, all the patterns and paradigms of lost paradises, atlantean calderae. To read and attempt to explicate the soul it is required to undergo an initiation and this book opens the door, being perfect dadaism and designed to both construct and inspire involvement: as if every line depending on your contribution and why the America's of course because of the rebellions and the drift and the mixtures of musics, foods, peoples, languages and that Kaufman represents this all within the Western twist of spaghetti --

if that does not explain yet Ta'wil, I leave it dangling for now, for the next post, with the promise that I shall return -- for the return and the turning of the eternal return, continues the very substance of the creation and hand... read Kaufman, and about him... until next time...

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