Friday, September 4, 2009

Sen. Ted Kennedy poem

The Man Who Should Be President

In memoriam:

Senator Edward M. Kennedy,

Feb. 22, 1932 – Aug. 25, 2009

“For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on,

the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dream shall never die.”

— speech conceding the 1980 Democratic presidential nomination.

Ted, headlines read of your passing,

Camelot Ends, Again;

Liberal Lion Dies;

A Torch Extinguished –

But we refuse to believe it.

You taught us better than that,

“I speak out of a deep sense of urgency

about the anguish and anxiety I have seen across America.”

The death of our Liberal Lion

Must not nullify his roar.

“The cause endures” in a jungle

Of disease, poverty, unemployment,

And every child left behind.

In a cacophony of conservative voices

You sang of Jefferson and Jackson,

Committed to jobs and health care

While opponents labeled you liberal,

Your laws and causes, Socialism.

But you knew better than that.


Which 300+ bills

You authored and enacted

Into law were written in the reddest ink?:


Immigration and Nationality Act, 1965,

National Cancer Act, 1971,

Comprehensive Anti-Apartheid Act, 1986,

Americans with Disabilities Act, 1990,

Ryan White AIDS Care Act in 1990,

Civil Rights Act of 1991,

Mental Health Parity Act in 1996 and 2008,

State Children’s Health Insurance Program, 1997,

No Child Left Behind Act, 2002,

the Edward M. Kennedy Serve America Act in 2009,

Or was it several unsuccessful efforts at immigration reform?

Or Universal Health Care you championed for since 1970?


In Camelot you would be King,

In America, the man who should be President.

Contemporary Ben Franklin,

Master Orator, Elder Statesman,

Super Diplomat, The Man

Who got the deed done,

White hopes shrouded

By the black cloak draping

Your desk, formerly your brother’s,

white roses in a black vase – a song of yourself,

The great “I” not individual

But communal, community, America.


Your 46 years in the chamber

Outlasted single and two-term occupants

Of the Oval Office, 9 to be exact –

there would be no rest

For a Senator whose cigarette box

Engraving read, “The first shall be last.”

Good Catholic, Moses of the United States,

Your Old Testament values

Never shrugged due to New Testament politics,

And none of us have yet seen

The Liberal Land of milk and honey.


Though your body be dead

Your legacy is not.

Out of that deep sense of urgency

The cause must endure.

The illiterate must not remain illiterate,

The unemployed must not stay unemployed,

The sick must not get sicker,

The hungry not get hungrier

While the rich continue getting richer.


You vowed yourself to Whitman’s America,

Gave us a song and a dance and a dream.

Had you been President

America would be coughing less

And missing less time at work.


May every Patriotic American,

With Faith rooted in the Bill of Rights,

Get a tattoo of you on their Left arm,

The one used in the voting booth,

Hoping to keep the American Dream alive

And showing that “the dream shall never die.”

© Joe Gouveia, August 26, 2009

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Monday, January 19, 2009

Word on Inaugural Poets

It has been 12 years since a poet read at the US Presidential Inauguration.  That changes on January 20th, when President-Elect Barack Obama is sworn into office and Elizabeth Alexander, a prize-winning poet who teaches at Yale, becomes the fourth poet to read at an inauguration, the second who is African-American and a woman.

 

The first African-American and second inaugural poet was Dr. Maya Angelou, who vacations annually on the Cape, at Bill Clinton’s first inauguration in 1993.  She was America’s second inaugural poet, both the first Black and first Woman.  Most people remember her reading as “The Rock, The River, and The Tree,” the repetitive line used as metaphor, though the poem’s title is actually “ON THE PULSE OF MORNING.”  Dr. Angelou was already historic in the fight for Civil Rights and acclaimed as a poet, but doing the inauguration made her name a household word.  Now she has a contract with Hallmark.

 

Miller Williams read at Clinton’s second inauguration in ‘97, though most people don’t even remember it.  Mr. Williams is no less a poet than the good Dr., and I would highly suggest reading his works.  He is a fine poet with strong narrative skills and apt use of imagery.  So why is he forgotten?

 

Consider the political ambiance of the country when poets have read at an inauguration: Robert Frost was the first in 1961, when John F. Kennedy was sworn in, taking office following eight years of a Republican President, Dwight D. Eisenhower.  Bill Clinton took office after 3 terms of Republican predecessors when he asked Maya Angelou to read.  Both Kennedy and Clinton took their respective oaths as young presidents from a party that hadn’t held the White House in double-digit years.  Words like “change” and “hope” and “reinventing government” were tossed around like wet towels, with all this hype behind a new young president, promising to make things better.  The poets served to pick up those wet towels and put them out to dry, in time for the inauguration and contribute to the alleged cleaning up of America’s woes.

 

Yes, Dr. Angelou did give a great inaugural reading in 1993, but the political weather played to her favor.  The proverbial winds of change helped fill the inaugural sails with a lot of hype.  I wouldn’t say that hype was a bunch of hot air, but you really had to read a very, very bad poem to mess up that gig.  It was the first inaugural poet the USA had heard from in 32 years.  For the first time in, well, maybe ever in America, the mass population was hungry, maybe even starving, for a poem.  And the good Dr. fed them inspirational nature imagery.

 

After Clinton’s re-election, an inaugural poem was still cool, but certainly not as pertinent or pressing.  Neither the inaugural poet nor the re-elected incumbent President was something new or fresh.  So Miller Williams, as fine a poet as he is, wasn’t original or unique in American’s minds.  Bill Clinton is the only president to have a poet read at back-to-back inaugurations, Williams the first poet to read for an incumbent.  With the last reading being only 4 years prior, the poet Williams hadn’t the hype that Frost or Angelou enjoyed.

 

Remember, reading at an inauguration made Maya Angelou a household word.  Will Ms. Alexander be blessed with a similar fate, or will her name fall into obscurity like Miller Williams?  Most likely, I believe, Ms. Alexander will be remembered.  Firstly, she is reading at a first inauguration, not a second.  That plays to her favor, as the country is again ripe for change and new leadership, with Americans hungry for a poem marking history.  Considering the current socio-political state of the Union coupled with the energy and intensity surrounding the President Obama inauguration, America the beautiful has not been this hungry for a poem to mark this history since our first Inaugural poet, Robert Frost, on January 20th, 1961.  

 

Robert Frost was 87 years old when he read for JFK, the first poet appearing at an inauguration, one could almost refer to it as performance poetry.  The poem was not read, but recited.  It was a very cold and windy January 20th in 1961.  Frost had actually written a poem specifically for JFK’s inauguration, titled, “Dedication.”  But no one remembers, nor heard, that poem, at least not past the first few lines.  Due to the wind and cold, Frost’s eyes watered up and he couldn’t see the page, so he proceeded to recite a poem of his he had committed to memory, an old poem “The Gift Outright.”  It still fit the event, and the first poet at a US Presidential inauguration was a smashing success.

 

But Frost’s reading would be akin to Stanley Kunitz reading for President Obama this year, were he still alive, or Gerald Stern, who is very much alive.  Frost was one of America’s oldest poets, if not the oldest and already enjoying international fame as the face of American Arts & Letters.  He didn’t gain any fame from this Presidential gig, he got chosen because he already had it.  Angelou & Williams were known among literary circles especially, but the inaugural readings certainly helped their careers, although in different ways.  Frost enjoyed his honor a mere two years before his death.

 

And now we have Elizabeth Alexander, reading for the new, young President Obama, at an inauguration that makes history.  Barack Obama, the first Black President in US history, and a Democrat taking over after 8 years of Republican rule, up to face a task the size of which last seen when Franklin D. Roosevelt took office.  This inauguration, Americans again will be hungry for poetry, and Obama is supplying it, Ms. Alexander delivering.

 

Her poetry is that of constantly changing global histories and the way poetry confronts that.  She has written of the working class and their conditions.  Her poems are filled with apt observances from varying points of view with a dramatic voice and known for her eye to detail.  Her poems are persona and personal, and Janet St. John of the American Library Association says “Alexander has a musical voice that shifts from jazz-quick to bluesy to soulful lamentation.”  She has also written her own music.  Will she read her poem, or recite it as Frost did?

 

Elizabeth Alexander is Ivy League, a Yale professor, has published five volumes of poetry and made the final three short list for the Pulitzer Prize for her 2005 poetry publication, American Sublime.  She has won two Pushcart Prizes, NEA Fellowships and a Guggenheim.  According to her website, she’s the first recipient of the Alphonse Fletcher Sr. Fellowship for work that “contributes to improving race relations in American society and furthers the broad social goals of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown v. Board of Education decision of 1954,” and she has won the George Kent Award, given by Gwendolyn Brooks when she was alive, and who read at Cape Cod Community College in 1994.  About her work, former US Poet Laureate Rita Dove has said that Alexander’s “poems bristle with the irresistible quality of a world seen fresh.”  So the chances of her reading a bad poem are, well, none to none.  She will be remembered

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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Word On Inaugural Poets

The following was first published in The Barnstable Patriot newspaper, on Jan. 9th, under the heading of my monthly Poetry column, “The Meter Man.”  Online editions appear at  www.barnstablepatriot.com

Word On Inaugural Poets


It has been 12 years since a poet read at the US Presidential Inauguration.  That changes on January 20th, when President-Elect Barack Obama is sworn into office and Elizabeth Alexander, a prize-winning poet who teaches at Yale, becomes the fourth poet to read at an inauguration, the second who is African-American and a woman.

 

The first African-American and second inaugural poet was Dr. Maya Angelou, who vacations annually on the Cape, at Bill Clinton’s first inauguration in 1993.  She was America’s second inaugural poet, both the first Black and first Woman.  Most people remember her reading as “The Rock, The River, and The Tree,” the repetitive line used as metaphor, though the poem’s title is actually “ON THE PULSE OF MORNING.”  Dr. Angelou was already historic in the fight for Civil Rights and acclaimed as a poet, but doing the inauguration made her name a household word.  Now she has a contract with Hallmark.

 

Miller Williams read at Clinton’s second inauguration in ‘97, though most people don’t even remember it.  Mr. Williams is no less a poet than the good Dr., and I would highly suggest reading his works.  He is a fine poet with strong narrative skills and apt use of imagery.  So why is he forgotten?

 

Consider the political ambiance of the country when poets have read at an inauguration: Robert Frost was the first in 1961, when John F. Kennedy was sworn in, taking office following eight years of a Republican President, Dwight D. Eisenhower.  Bill Clinton took office after 3 terms of Republican predecessors when he asked Maya Angelou to read.  Both Kennedy and Clinton took their respective oaths as young presidents from a party that hadn’t held the White House in double-digit years.  Words like “change” and “hope” and “reinventing government” were tossed around like wet towels, with all this hype behind a new young president, promising to make things better.  The poets served to pick up those wet towels and put them out to dry, in time for the inauguration and contribute to the alleged cleaning up of America’s woes.

 

Yes, Dr. Angelou did give a great inaugural reading in 1993, but the political weather played to her favor.  The proverbial winds of change helped fill the inaugural sails with a lot of hype.  I wouldn’t say that hype was a bunch of hot air, but you really had to read a very, very bad poem to mess up that gig.  It was the first inaugural poet the USA had heard from in 32 years.  For the first time in, well, maybe ever in America, the mass population was hungry, maybe even starving, for a poem.  And the good Dr. fed them inspirational nature imagery.

 

After Clinton’s re-election, an inaugural poem was still cool, but certainly not as pertinent or pressing.  Neither the inaugural poet nor the re-elected incumbent President was something new or fresh.  So Miller Williams, as fine a poet as he is, wasn’t original or unique in American’s minds.  Bill Clinton is the only president to have a poet read at back-to-back inaugurations, Williams the first poet to read for an incumbent.  With the last reading being only 4 years prior, the poet Williams hadn’t the hype that Frost or Angelou enjoyed.

 

Remember, reading at an inauguration made Maya Angelou a household word.  Will Ms. Alexander be blessed with a similar fate, or will her name fall into obscurity like Miller Williams?  Most likely, I believe, Ms. Alexander will be remembered.  Firstly, she is reading at a first inauguration, not a second.  That plays to her favor.  Past remembered inaugural poets read when the country was ripe for change and new leadership, and that certainly holds true even moreso this year. 

   

Robert Frost was 87 years old when he read for JFK, the first poet appearing at an inauguration, one could almost refer to it as performance poetry.  The poem was not read, but recited.  It was a very cold and windy January 20th in 1961.  Frost had actually written a poem specifically for JFK’s inauguration, titled, “Dedication.”  But no one remembers, nor heard, that poem, at least not past the first few lines.  Due to the wind and cold, Frost’s eyes watered up and he couldn’t see the page, so he proceeded to recite a poem of his he had committed to memory, an old poem “The Gift Outright.”  It still fit the event, and the first poet at a US Presidential inauguration was a smashing success.

 

But Frost’s reading would be akin to Stanley Kunitz reading for President Obama this year, were he still alive, or Gerald Stern, who is very much alive.  Frost was one of America’s oldest poets, if not the oldest and already enjoying international fame as the face of American Arts & Letters.  He didn’t gain any fame from this Presidential gig, he got chosen because he already had it.  Angelou & Williams were known among literary circles especially, but the inaugural readings certainly helped their careers, although in different ways.  Frost enjoyed his honor a mere two years before his death.

 

And now we have Elizabeth Alexander, reading for the new, young President Obama, at an inauguration that makes history.  Barack Obama, the first Black President in US history, and a Democrat taking over after 8 years of Republican rule, up to face a task the size of which last seen when Franklin D. Roosevelt took office.  This inauguration, Americans again will be hungry for poetry, and Obama is supplying it, Ms. Alexander delivering.

 

Her poetry is that of constantly changing global histories and the way poetry confronts that.  She has written of the working class and their conditions.  Her poems are filled with apt observances from varying points of view with a dramatic voice and known for her eye to detail.  Her poems are persona and personal, and Janet St. John of the American Library Association says “Alexander has a musical voice that shifts from jazz-quick to bluesy to soulful lamentation.”  She has also written her own music.  Will she read her poem, or recite it as Frost did?

 

Elizabeth Alexander is Ivy League, a Yale professor, has published five volumes of poetry and made the final three short list for the Pulitzer Prize for her 2005 poetry publication, American Sublime.  She has won two Pushcart Prizes, NEA Fellowships and a Guggenheim.  According to her website, she’s the first recipient of the Alphonse Fletcher Sr. Fellowship for work that “contributes to improving race relations in American society and furthers the broad social goals of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown v. Board of Education decision of 1954,” and she has won the George Kent Award, given by Gwendolyn Brooks when she was alive, and who read at Cape Cod Community College in 1994.  About her work, former US Poet Laureate Rita Dove has said that Alexander’s “poems bristle with the irresistible quality of a world seen fresh.”  So the chances of her reading a bad poem are, well, none to none.  She will be remembered.

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Friday, August 8, 2008

RUBBER SIDE DOWN The Biker Poet Anthology

Biker poets ready to ride between book covers

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by Joe Gouveia   

From the halls of academia to the shores of coffeehouse tables, poets find difficulty in being taken seriously.
It helps a little when they have a book out.  The Biker Poets now have a book out, and it is available online and at the Biker Poets & Writers Association website, www.bpwa.net

It seems that the twenty-something year old genre of biker poetry can now be taken a little more seriously, with a new biker poets anthology now out; RUBBER SIDE DOWN, The Biker Poet Anthology.  Not that any biker poet worth his salt that I know would care what someone else thinks about them. But this new anthology, published by Archer Books, LA, CA, is a case of a very rich literary history finally coming to fruition.  RSD features work by 44 poets (16 are women) and also features the incredible photography of Michael Lichter of Easyriders magazine fame.

On August 4th, 2008, Archer Books officially released RUBBER SIDE DOWN.  There is a saying among bikers as they ready to ride, “Keep the rubber side down, shiny side up!” In other words, don’t tip over, fool.  The biker poets in RSD don’t tip over, but rather take you on one hell of a ride from cover to cover.  To quote the great, famous Alicia Ostriker on this book, “The shiny side is truly up, the rubber side is truly down, and the language is truly alive, in this speedy, funky, glamorous, gloriously freedom-loving, death-defying, windblown and joyous anthology of poems.”

Poetry is the fine art of literature. It is what tells us of our history and our humanity, connects our spirits and moves our souls. Therefore, poetry is the wheel, the rubber of the mechanism spinning, thus propeling the machine forward (motorcycles don’t have reverse). RUBBER SIDE DOWN leaves the rest of the phrase, “shiny side up,” for prose.  But that’s another publication for another blog, maybe next year. One book at a time, here.

RSD is dedicated to Allen Ginsberg & Hunter S. Thompson, with quotes by Thompson and Lucinda Williams, and poetry by Ginsberg, Thom Gunn, Diane Wakoski, H-D Historian Emeritus Martin Jack Rosenblum and also features poetry and essays (an Intro, Foreward, History of and Afterword) by members of The Highway Poets Motorcycle Club, founded by legendary biker/poet Colorado T. Sky, who was Cape Cod Community College’s “Alumni of the Year” a few years back. He resides in Ohio after a five-year stint at Franklin Pierce College of New Hampshire as their visiting lecturer.

Back in the early ‘70s, in Colorado, a bunch of bikers and hippies (with some overlap) sat by a bonfire, partaking in various “spirits.” Sky swears he saw Hunter S. Thompson sitting across the fire from him, not saying much, much less to each other. Both were a few sheets to the early ‘70s weather. Sky announced his vision of a troupe of Biker Poets forming a club. Gonzo was all for it and encouraged him to follow through.

Some years later, Sky had a radio show and was having the great Allen Ginsberg as his guest. Sky says they had so much fun doing the show that they moved on to a coffeehouse down the road afterwards. When he told Ginsberg of his Biker Poets vision, he not only encouraged the idea, but told Sky that he could see Biker Poets in the 21st Century doing on bikes what the Beats did with cars in the ‘50s and ‘60s. Sky was taken aback, and looked down to his coffee cup for a sip, but when he looked back up Ginsberg was gone. He wasn’t in the coffeehouse, not outside, not in the bathroom.  It was as if he’d vanished into thin air after giving his blessing.

Sometime around 1980 Sky met up with K. Peddlar Bridges, and the Highway Poets Motorcycle Club was officially formed. Peddlar and poet J. Barret “Bear” Wolf operate the biker online Ezine, RoadPoet.com and RoadPoet-NY.com, and both are key members of the biker poetry “movement.” Peddlar served as Submissions Editor, club member Susan Buck Associate Editorm and I served as the Editor.  “Bear” will be booking biker poetry reading dates.  To keep up on biker poetry readings near you, visit www.roadpoet-ny.com and click on “Biker Poetry Month Events.”

That’s right, Biker Poetry evehn has its own month - August!  April rains too much for bikers.  So we got August, and a few biker mags and bike rally organizaers to endorse the idea.

RUBBER SIDE DOWN book release parties are scheduled to occur in Provincetown and Hyannis in August and into September, as well as in Boston, parts of Southeast Mass, Providence, NYC, Southeast Maine and across New Hampshire.  Bookings are in the works for Colorado, Florida, Nevada, California and Milwaukee, home of Harley-Davidson.

Someone recently asked me that although having a book is a big deal for any poet, does publication of RSD find the Biker Poets “selling out?”  Peddlar has assured members of the Highway Poets Motorcycle Club not to worry, that we haven’t sold out so long as we don’t shave our faces or cut our hair (female membership excluded).

What exactly is biker poetry? It’s simply poetry written by bikers. There is no official form or function to define it. It is more a movement of spirit, a Whitmanian tradition of celebrating America, a Kerouacian tradition of the open road. The Club motto is believed to be the world’s longest palindrome (a word or line that spells the same thing forward as backwards), “In girum imus nocte et consumimur ignI.” (spelled with caps fore and aft, because it reads in both directions, of course!). The literal translation is “we travel around at night consumed by fire,” figuratively, “we light the night.” It pretty much covers what the club is all about: we’re out there, coming and going back and forth, getting “The Word” out, combining the ancient with the modern, tradition with innovation, the mechanical and the scholarly, the crafts of performance and the writing.

What is great to see is that the poets in the forefront of establishing the biker poets, keeping them going and getting them published, are all great writers.

And as if that isn’t serious enough, the biker poets have a book out, an anthology, published by a California publisher, Archer Books. Rubber Side Down is now available in online bookstores and at the Biker Poets & Writers website, www.bpwa.net  Order yours today!

Again, the book is dedicated to Allen Ginsberg and Hunter S. Thompson for fueling us on, in more ways than one.

Now that’s serious.

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