| June Jordan, Kenneth Koch, Philip Whalen: | |||||||||||
| The Deaths of Spring | |||||||||||
Three great poets, from three distinct parts of the US poetry landscape, passed in spring of 2002. June Jordan, Kenneth Koch, Philip Whalen had all been sick, their deaths predictable -- but for them to die within a two-week period leaves a grieving heart, a gaping hole.
June Jordan (1936) spoke at commencement at UC Berkeley just a few weeks before she died, slowly mounting the podium on crutches. She had battled breast cancer for years. Jordan was a radical political activist poet with a wicked sense of humor. Constantly pulling the string on rhetoric, homing in on her own foibles, she collapsed overt political issues into the arms of her lover -- almost always female. She was a sly, sexy reader, demanding and welcoming simultaneously. At Berkeley she created Poetry for the People, a course in activist poetry that spawned generations of working poets, an extraordinary antidote to the MFA workshops. The book of the same name is a Must Have, and is used in many young peoples courses, especially at Youth Speaks, where June remains Patron Saint.
BOOKS BY JUNE JORDAN:
Kenneth Koch (1925) felt he was never taken seriously because his poetry was so comical; yet he won the Bollingen and numerous other major prizes. He had been diagnosed with leukemia last summer, battled it into submission, and appeared for a brilliant, final reading in May, just weeks before his death. His Intro to Poetry class at Columbia, which he taught for some 35 years, was one of the most popular on campus and put generations of students on a first-name basis with US greats: Walt, and Wallace, and (of course) Frank. Along with OHara, James Schuyler, and John Ashbery, Kenneth was a member of the satirically-coined New York School of Poetry -- he lived the freshness and offhandedness, the gentility and sophisticated faux naiveté. His most recent book, Addresses, is brilliant (To the Second World War: You were large); his plays single-handedly keep the surrealist tradition of the one page, unproducible, play alive today.
BOOKS BY KENNETH KOCH:
Philip Whalen (1923) died from a spinal infection that came from a heart valve infection that could not be treated without spinal surgery which he would not have survived (beating the doctors predictions by many years -- he went blind in 1995). A Zen master, a roly-poly holy, Whalens sharp poems and drawings melted art and life. Was he talking? Or quoting a poem? Or writing a new one? became the theme of his last years on earth. While the Beat tradition is generally thought of as one of bombast and political salvos, Whalens poetry is the opposite, barely written. He doesnt scratch down an observation of the snail darter, a la Snyder -- instead, he is the snail darter, and its a funny life, too. His recent publications include the totally thrilling Goof Book, a tome that skitters definition, a sort of conversation/letter to Kerouac full of the personal well, soul-deep, love, Philip. He was a leader at the Tassajara Zen Center for many many years. Oh Master.
BOOKS BY PHILIP WHALEN:
And, dear God who does not exist maybe, to add the recent deaths of two Black Mountaineers: John Wieners (1934), whose poems sit at the cerebral edge of radio wave transmissions and high art. The Hotel Wentley Poems will redefine poetry for you (many in Collected and Selected).
And dear Fielding Dawson (1930) whose writing was always the way you talk if you just talk, and who devoted so much of his life to working with inmates, who knew what it took to make it outside
he himself always an outsider! Go, read Krazy Kat. Thats what Im going to do.
Bob Holman BOOKS BY JOHN WIENERS:
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