Poetics


Delphinium ~ a gay garden revisited
May 2000

Till the shadows
on his past
In a separate garden.
No pansies, Narcissus, no dandies~

Recessed in the room
so that you come to them
Little daggers drooping on the hearts of men

Except that we were
laughing
They couldn’t have cared less
Not to check the out of our minds
Blooms.
Throwing our heads back for
The last Brunch
The sun mocking itself
Tricking the eye into
Thinking that it is

seeing a day of youth
and the shade of it all
or shadows in shadows
we don’t really remember
25 years ago before the lost days
When everyone was
killing million-rooted blood hydra

So on this day
we lulled with
Jerry’s black purple
Siberian irises
Operatic over
the campy furniture
vibrant with cheap mimosas
aubergine & puce morning glories
staying out for a long
morning luxuriant
Lurking by the
towering fox gloves
slap each other with lilies
(cream laced with black Pagliaci tears)
Spilt over its lips
With winds swirls
making us blink
red or violet afterburn
Twinlace
barely pink
before noon
Swat and sway
Trying to dance against
the lazy chorus of chive hammers
In blur organza
brushing by
Spiked gay feathers
Tripping over bowl of clover
Whisper over
villainous amaryllis
loitering
With intent
Snap!~dragons lean in
Venereal shades
Under Gary’s
Arc of skidrow lattice
Populated with pale pink clematis
(ear-ringed and dreadlocked)
As the
Ladies of the Nellie Mosers,
Descend.
On the Neon Medusa
sundial
Staring down
The granite dragon
Yawning,ignored
castigated with doubt
certain of never
but certainer if,if,ifinfinitum

Root map of the ants
cotillion next door to
The red speck-flies
Amok on mauve silk belles
Pussy willow spidaled in
gnarled to beauty
because of the early heat
and forget-me-nots
lost on other endless afternoons
the noon showdown
vaporized our outfits
reassemble from last
night, forced bloomed
to limpness
with immediate history

we’ve looked worse

The lovers gone, the
Friends changed,
perfumes from
A vanished era still around
Fading in and out with
Unheralded souls clutching
What were once and what

Will always be the
Ghosts of the gardens at Versailles.
Those forgotten roses
May still be here.

Not remembering promises not to
Have sex
Not to cheat on our lovers
Or press leaves between
The pages of the unsigned pact that

We are finally
loving witness for each other
and that is a sanctified root
of annual and perennial
So the light changed
And there is still laughter
The same larkspur
dug out of Troy

To and about to drown
In the next rain
Dancing in this
dewdrop metropolis
so supple some night
So fetid sometimes
it wanders
Is seeded
the next
Delphinium

So instead turn our back
On the blinded warriors
going back in to say goodbye
Nespoli
Unforeshadow
Queen of the Garden

for Gary & his gardens

Poetries

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Chet plays the Mercury L

Before the rain
Tore off baleful hearts
private pictures
Of sordid songs
other rooms
stolen cornet in
A dreamer’s dream
Running nails
In abandon hotels
Staring at broken
Table with sepia note cards
lipsticks, Onyx cufflinks
silver cigarettes clips
Dented flasks
discarded tricks
loves under the smoke
Betrayed with cold promises
nightswimming
Echoed whispers
of a coma night.
Up, wet, clothed, out
Driving red ’55 chrome
Alfa with your blonde
Hair and scarf playing wind tide
On my lap
You make me hum ’Where or When’
And kick your shoes out
Of the window to feel
your arch and paint your toes pink.
I piss you off
you can’t chase him down
To the wrong door
To that empty hall
that lullaby
A damnable psalm about
You think of playing but
Instead lets the mirror glide open
And all he sees is the black satin
Lapel against the mangled collar
Clinging to his fevered hair.
Then he stays
Away to complete
That unseen picture
Of lacquered eyes
On the wounded brow
Crouched over blue scorched notes
Ash and whiskey spilled all over the bed.
Cradling his trumpet in a coldwater flat.

Stage

The first week of the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts PIFA had people lined up outside of the Kimmel Center to go through the interactive time tunnel that takes up much of the lobby. A point of picture destination is the crystals that pulse to your heartbeat and the musical Flash of Time by choreographer Myra Bazell has revolutionary soldiers, inventors, clowns, space cadets past present and not to mention a Mastodon and computer malfunction. There is no danger Will Robinson. Meanwhile some real life figures are providing some engaging theater.

Everyone And I
Hamilton Garden in the Kimmel CenterMike Dees and Kimberly S. Fairbanks Everone And I  photo Azuka Theatre

‘Everyone And I’ is part of the last line of a famous poem and if you remember the next line then you must not miss this play. The Azuka Theater and creative partner The American Poetry Review are debuting Elisabeth Scanlon’s poetically poignant theater piece is premiering in the glass-vaulted Hamilton Garden. Scanlon an editor at APR brings to life poet Frank O’Hara and jazz singer Billie Holiday in intertwining narratives about how O’Hara came to write his most famous poem The Day Lady Died.

The players occupy the same stage, but are in different worlds. Holiday debriefs on how she took the money and kept quiet about her infamously ghost written memoir Lady Sings the Blues, her beginnings as a prostitute, how she became a singer because she couldn’t dance. Her artistry and her bad luck with men, drugs and show business. Kimberly S. Fairbanks doesn’t sing, but otherwise projects the Holiday’s depth and peerless aura. She wears a gorgeous, low-cut, champagne hourglass satin cocktail gown, perfect gardenia in her hair completes the iconic picture.

Holiday mocks her persona as a hard-luck chanteuse, and flashes poses of two of the most iconic photos taken of her. The vivacious jazz diva, with gardenia in her hair and eyes cast up and next the bent over wreck, hair pulled back, face ashen and grim, hands clutching a rocks glass. O’Hara similarly jokes about his image and the trials of living an insular writer’s life. Like Holiday, he is also part of a minority group expressing themselves in a repressive society. He relates how grand the gay life if, but dealing with the reality that being visible could mean getting arrested. Kevin Glaccum directs these actors with a light hand, reflecting Scanlon’s script that never lets them over dramatize.

Mike Dees is just as dynamic as O’Hara, not to give anything away, when he eventually recites the poem, it is so logically connected to Scanlon’s portrait of these two artists. Holiday died at age 44 and was an icon in decline and O’Hara was on the rise as curator at the Museum of Modern Art and becoming one of the poets of his generation. He talks about why he has to write every day and about his affair with the married with children Larry Rivers, and about being in the closet, but on the make as a 34-year-old gay man in New York in the 50s.

The Life (and death) of Harry Houdini
Plays and Players TheaterRobert DaPonte as Houdini photo EgoPo

Brenna Geffers wrote and directed The Life (and death) of Harry Houdini as part of EgoPo Theatre’s American Vaudeville Festival. Geffers is a specialist in bygone theatrical eras; the beaux-arts trappings of Vaudeville are brought to eerie life not only by the claptrap theatrics of Houdini, but by setting the play in the entire house of Plays and Players Theater on Delancey Street. The inventive set design by Doug Greene has the audience seated on tiers upstage and the action of the play on the stage skirt and in the empty house. It is a backstage perspective to tell the very theatrical story of Houdini’s act, his life and his obsessions onstage and off.

The 75 minute play tracks Houdini’s life from his modest beginnings in the mid-west, the son of a “failed” Rabbi and his wife, the family moves to New York, where Harry and his brother Dash try to break into show business as a team, instead of working in the garment district, the only trade that was welcoming to Jews. The brothers have modest success, but are competitive. Dash (for dashing) squires around the prettiest of a singing sister act, but Houdini wins her heart. The brother team breaks up & Houdini and his new wife (no justice would marry them because she was Catholic, he Jewish. But as Harry proclaims, “no piece of paper” need tell him they are married.

Houdini starts to take off as he moves from card and hankie tricks to the master of escape. After several years, he is headlining on the Orpheum Circuit and expanding his fame to Europe. He starts to devise more dangerous escape tricks of suspension and submersion. Haunted by memories of his dead father and paranoid about loosing his mother, Houdini is a bundle of self-doubt. When his mother does die, he can’t accept it and he spares no expense to contact her through medium, but soon becomes disillusioned and exposes every fraud in his path. Houdini’s famous demise looms over the back half of the play.

Robert DaPonte has the bottled energy (and that dark gaze) for a formidable incarnation of Houdini. He rushes his dialogue a bit, but is otherwise completely charismatic. Griffin Stanton-Ameisen’s Dash is a pitch-perfect performance, destroyed at the death of his parents or hiding behind his intensely suave backstage lothario bit. The ensemble could be tighter with there lines, owing to all the stage business would be my guess. Geffers uses cabaret devises and physical theater mis-en-scenes to advance the story. Meanwhile, the cast is ever nimble with those trunk, straitjacket and cuff tricks.


Wide Awake: A Civil War Cabaret

Innovation Studio, Kimmel CenterIMAG0089
photo:LW

The Bearded Ladies cabaret troupe travels from its Weimar Republic German roots, where the Ladies reimagined Metropolis and Marlene Deitrich to the ghosts the Confederate South. Only Jarboe’s maniacally surreal mind could imagine for Wide Awake: A Civil War Cabaret, an off the hook PIFA centerpiece ensconced in their lower- level Innovation Studio, rather ingeniously to accommodate a dilapidated façade of a house and a Dixieland band. Whether you are there for the period drag, or the songs or the political humor, The Beardeds- Kristen Bailey, Oona Curley, Liz Filios, Jenna Horton and musical director Heath Allen, take no prisoners.

Jarboe appears regularly around Philly in performance as Edith Piaf and then there are those James Bond sex parodies by the Beardeds at the Wilma Theater. The Ladies are not only talented singers and comic actors, they put political satire back in cabaret.

John Jarboe is a 9- foot Scarlett O’Hara knockoff par excellence, just to hear her sing the medley of southern ditties that build to a climactic The Night They Drove of Dixie Down would put Rhett in the corner. The long set up of Dixie, being released from her excavated mansion and the ghost busters banter could easily be trimmed, but by the time James Ijames is leading a Love Train as Lincoln and hearing Filios’ Walt Whitman, a tie-stick dropping out of her beard, singing Gimmie Shelter, there is no escape, and who would want to.

MetroScape

imag0066.jpg~ bridge branches & sky~ 3.19.2013

from Blue shadow

Afternoon when a sculler
fires his oar
exiles the others
Without will
but infinite heart
stood among the
Disappeared
without their pulse
was so fast away
Like a stone arrow
Carved in lightening by Mercury
still I see his shadow
till just below the surface
cried without remembering
to forget his face

World of Music

Astor Piazzolla: Complete Recordings with Gidon Kremer
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Never the last tango in Buenos Aries

Violinist Gidon Kremer has released an 8-CD set of tango music composer Astor Piazzolla’s complete recordings (Nonesuch). Most of the titles recorded in the 90s in the years after the legendary composer’s death. The musical range and musicianship of this collection is remarkable and credit to Nonesuch for the recording quality, packaging and definitive recordings, beautifully recorded, befitting the composer and the musicians.

People think of tango, the dance, as pretty much one thing, until they experience the genuine article and realize that it is an ever evolving genre. The same with the music and this collection is a penetrating musical journey of discovery of tango music in its many evocations. In fact, the music of tango tells lover stories, without pause, but Piazzolla’s presents a panoramic landscape and musical language. The musical range and musicianship of this collection is remarkable and one is lured to compulsive listening. Intoxicating would be an apt description, but inadequate.

Even the familiar cabaret tango on Tango Ballet, for instance, has such breadth, the opening numbers Kremer’s violin seems possessed and the vibrancy conjures those couples in lethally lurching across the dance floor. But by the time the Concerto Del Angel starts with the bandoneon noir, sultry piano and the sweated violin, this blooms into an intense chamber orchestral. The disc that is titled Homage to Piazzolla contains some of the composer’s most famous music including his masterpiece Oblivion.

Perhaps the most stunning disc in this collection is the “Astor Quartet/Live at the CBC’s Glenn Gould Studio” Kremer, and his ensemble – Per Arne Glorvigen, bandoneon; Vadim Sakharov, piano and Alois Posch, double bass – in a live set recorded in Toronto in 1997 and broadcast on CBC Radio. Kremer opens with the Tango Etude and the 14 tracks are a soundtrack tour of Buenos Aires, the birthplace of tango – with such narratives as the “carnavale” atmosphere of Concert d’aujourd’hui, followed by the supple waltz-tango Vardarito to Sakharov’s basso key intro for Jeannie y Paul unspools as a steamy orchestral ballade – just a mention a few tracks.

Maria de Buenos Aires, a “tango operita” has the ingredients of a classic opera, but as Kremer notes is essentially a “new genre.” Maria, sung with tragic intimacy by Julia Zenko, tells of a haunted love, and a cast of mythical local characters. The libretto, by Horatio Ferrer, who also singspeaks the darkly role of El Duende, which contrasts his choral segments sung by the fiery choir, Coral Lirico.

El Tango also from 1997 is the gold standard featuring Kremer, Glorvingen, Posch and sublime guitar accompaniment by Odair and Sergio Assad. The title tune is also the name of a poem by Jorge Luis Borges and is sung-whispered by the great basso nova star Getano Veloso. Vocalist Milva’s two songs Preludio para el ano 3001 and Che Tango Che are salon songs sung with indelible operatic passion by Milva.

Tracing Astor goes to the Piazzolla compositional DNA in such visceral pieces as Chilquilin de Bachin with violins circling like free dance moves and the sotto voce narration of Ferrer. Both Piazzolla and Kremer are masters of the musical fait-accompli and this recording is a prime exemplar of that. On “Violoncelles, vibres!” is a cinematic musical drama of string dialogues with Kremer’s chamber ensemble Kremerata Baltica and cellists Marta Sudraba and Sol Gabetta.

One of the most unexpected disc is Eight Seasons a musical expansion of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Kremer’s interpretation not back off tour de force playing, then Piazzolla providing the extra season in Buenos Aires movements. A riveting movement comes after Vivaldi’s breathtaking “Summer” Presto and Piazzolla’s “Autumn” builds tango-baroque variants, the contrasting atmospheres are completely synergized. Kremer speaks of these two ‘genius’ composers in a time traveling musical dialogue, and the results are not abstract at all, more like undiscovered country.

World of Music

Let Freedom Sing

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LyricFest designs concerts with scope and historical significance so well that it often results in uniquely vital programming. Earlier this year, their single performance of a deep field survey of music from Spanish, Latin and South American composers, brought academic and aesthetic depth to unique repertoire, not to mention making it sumptuously entertaining. The same qualities were present for Journey Toward Freedom-A History of the Civil Rights Movement, through music and word, an eloquent musical narrative of the black civil-rights movement in America.

The main focus framed the inspiring and tragic events of the Martin Luther King, Jr. era through the violent resistance against freedom fighters of Montgomery and Selma, to the galvanizing March on Washington, to the peaks of success to the depths of despair in Dallas and Memphis.

The concert also marked the return of mezzo-soprano Denyce Graves to Philadelphia, since her performance in Opera Philadelphia’s Margaret Garner and a concert at the Mann Center several years ago. Graves could have easily been spotlighted in a star turn, but it was evident that her commitment to this music and concept, that she was among one of the chorus of many. Graves opened the concert, with a subdued, even nervous reading from Maya Angelou’s manifesto I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and followed with the song O Freedom the first of several spirituals she sang. Later, Graves was seemed more focused on Edwin Hawkins gospel classic Oh Happy Day but it was Duke Ellington’s Come Sunday that framed Graves vocal quality best.

Graves alternated solos with soprano Lisa Daltirus, a technically accomplished and stratospheric soprano who crafted such spiritual songs as O What a Beautiful City and He’s got the whole world in his hands impressively knew how to modulate her huge voice to the church’s bouncy acoustics.

The Singing City Chamber Choir and their Children’s Choir, providing resounding quality and choral esprit support throughout the performance. The Rev. Charles Rice narrated the historical texts between numbers, and invoked the words of Dr. King, reflecting some of the most tragic events of the civil-rights era. He recited the beginning of King’s Dream speech at the Lincoln Memorial, then the soaring final lines were alternated by members of the choir, representing many different ages, races and nationalities alternating the lines in a stirring group recitation.

Also moving hearts, the clarion bass-baritone Kevin Deas, giving Billie Holiday’s God Bless the Child in a quiet gospelly rendition. After historical text about King’s assassination, Deas gave such quiet power to O Precious Lord made most famous by gospel great Mahalia Jackson.

Dave Brubeck’s 1969 composition Lord, Lord, What Will Tomorrow Bring, a song of unity, with lead vocals by Deas and Thomas Lloyd, was a moving musical dialogue between African-American sacred music and Jewish cantorial and the combined choruses in stirring vocal crescendos. Laura Ward, Lyric Fest’s pianist is in the moment with stellar accompaniment for every singer.

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