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Spirit World Restless #2, my second show, is a conversation with Raymond Soulard, Jr, host of SpiritPlants radio.

We talk a little about how I got to a kibbutz in Israel, how art influences my writing and associations linked to all that.  

This is a conversation from back in 2011, but still relevant. 

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Martina Newberry, new work

When life seems to offer its most unpoetic, its agonies and travesties, a good dose of Martina Newberry smooths and soothes.

Martina was filmed by Brian Newberry as she reads four of her newest pieces. Take a listen, and get ready to read her in the new Cenacle, about to be published. I’ll post the link when it’s official.

“Until Sleep Pulls Us Under”

 

 

Poet as Hermit

It’s not because I’m not thinking of you. It’s more because all of the poets I want to interview are not speaking.

So, to offer something up during this interlude, this:

poet as hermit 

cobwebs cement hinges of doors unopened
poet as hermit
etched by etchings
pencil stubs sub for friendship
no reason to mend torn gloves
sockless in sobriety
all thought golden
left unsaid
audio recordings track upon track
symphonies of voices
fly under radar
treasure troves gone with a click of ‘delete’
no one the wiser
but poet, the hermit,
snickers at elusive human attachment
from birth to death
all looks, aloof, alleviated by sleep
a latched door away
until stretchers slide silently
into unmarked graves

note: i wrote this on June 18th, but it takes on new force with the death of Amy Winehouse

judih fear, 2003

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july 30, 2011

David Jones – 2 spoken word pieces

David Jones as remedy.

David Jones

Some male voices participate in my immediate environment. There’s the neighbour who once more is yelling at his kids for whatever reason. He’s got a voice that needs no mic, and manages to infiltrate my space.

There’s the google OS guru who speaks of the new operating system that i might try

There’s the doctor who speaks of female genitalia as if they were hamburgers.

Remedy!

David Jones.

Here are two links: Why I don’t write

and

I’m a man

listen! Be cured! Now!

 

After Reading “What We Can’t Forgive” by Martina Newberry

What We Can’t Forgive, Martina Newberry

After reading What We Can’t Forgive, i find myself deeply emerged in swamplands of feelings. The connections made in poetry are often connections that work faster than words have a right to do. And here i am, after reading, and quite helpless to ignore music that happens to seep into my soundscape, or even dismiss the fact that it, too, is eerily in key with the poems I’ve just read.

What I Can’t Forgive is, you see, written by Martina Newberry, and if you know her work, there’s no real reason for me to elaborate. But if you haven’t read her, then maybe i should mention that she pulls traditional associations and re-wires them to new brain cells and body pulses. New synapses at work. And new synapses have huge quantities of energy that all seem to resonate at once.

Maybe here’s a good place to post one of her pieces. Like this one for example, At Night

AT NIGHT

All day,

I thought of the city,

of freeways and

overpasses and

tunnels long enough

that you might be afraid

there is no end to them.

When late afternoon came,

it came with

a  pissy attitude and

solar temper.

I closed my eyes

tight like gritted teeth.

Every night we are

newly dead and

every morning, newly born.

That alone should make me happy, but it doesn’t.

What does?

The thought of my good bed,

My dreams of concrete clouds,

Air that smells like old clothes,

The eccentric lamplight on sputtering streets,

The ominous openings of alleys.

Now it’s late.

My neighbor’s vodka

has numbed my tongue

but not my heart

which is holding a grudge.

Perhaps I should meditate.

Or take drugs.

The choice between Shiva and Seroquel

is not always a wise one.

Tonight may be one of those nights

when sleep is a joke I tell myself.

Tonight may be one of those nights

when holding on

to the mattress

is as close as I’ll ever get

to Nirvana.

“When late afternoon came, it came with a pissy attitude…” – you know what that is. Don’t we all know that pissy attitude that shows up, uninvited, and if we’re good hosts, we let it stay.

So, that’s my mind, right now – lost to focus on anything else but What We Can’t Forgive, Martina Newberry. Here it is on amazon.

And now i’m off to investigate this late afternoon and how attitudes come and go.

Martina Newberry speaks out about new book and poetry reading!

Martina Newberry

This interview comes to you in two parts. Part 1: In which I speak to Martina Newberry about her recent poetry reading, “The Language We Dare Not Speak” held in the Espresso Cielo Cafe in Palm Springs, California, on April 27th. And Part 2 in which I find out about her recent book, What We Can’t Forgive.

 

And now Part 1, including a 12 minute clip of the reading.

Judih: Martina! How are you?

Martina: I’m fine. How are you.

J: I’m fine and excited to talk to you. Today is Martina Day. I’d like to ask you about your poetry reading on the 27th of April. Was it for “Late Night Radio”? What was it for?

M: Actually it was a general reading. I picked something from each book to read. It was delightful for me.

J: How did it go?

M: I had never read here in my new home of Palm Springs and I had no idea of my audience. I picked something from each book and I didn’t know– I’m used to reading to students and other poets. In the coffee shops in L.A., everyone has been a writer at one time. I just didn’t have any idea what kind of audience they’d be and they were wonderful.

J: Excellent.

M: Yes, they were attentive and seemed to enjoy the work and I was just real real pleased. Cause I was nervous about it. You don’t know who they’re going to be. It was lovely. It went beautifully.

J: Did they ask anything or make comments? Were there certain poems that rang above the others.

M: Yes, one of the poems was received just amazingly well. I was very surprised. It was a poem that I don’t often read because it’s kind of long. It was called Beautiful. And I finished the reading with it and several people asked to know which book it came from because they wanted to get that book.

It’s never happened to me before that someone asked for a specific book because of a certain poem. It was really fun for me.

J: Wow, that’s great. Are you going to make this a regular thing, are you going to be going back?

M: I sure hope so. A couple of people asked after the reading if I was coming back or if I’m going to be reading anywhere else.  And I said I’d like to but I don’t know. The usual thing because I wasn’t sure if Espresso Cielo Café was planning on inviting me back, and I didn’t really know what to say. So I always say that I’d like to.

J: Were there other poets in the audience?

M: No. It was a one-person reading. And the coffee shop went all out. They had invitations made up and they sent them out to the community. They had an article in the local paper and posters up. I was floored.  It was like the biggest marketing thing I’ve ever seen for one of my readings. It was a small town and I guess that kind of thing is appreciated, and they paid for it all. It was great. I felt like a star –superstar me!

Martina and fan (courtesy of Espresso Cielo Cafe)

J: That’s amazing and that’s how it should have been all along. Of course. Are any of the posters on line, I’d love to see them.

M: Here, I can show you one here.

M: The Language We Dare Not Speak. J: Beautiful.

M: It’s Brian’s graphic and that was the theme of the reading actually: The Language We Dare Not Speak  and I had that logo on all the little tote bags and little shopping bags and that kind of stuff. Yes it was nice.

J: Great.

And before we move on to talk, let’s revisit the reading at the Espresso Cielo Cafe, Palm Springs (clips filmed by Brian Newberry)

Click for Part 2 of our talk in which Martina offers us two new poems and speaks about her latest book, What We Can’t Forgive.   Part 2