Hayden Carruth 1921-2008
The Impossible Indispensibility of the Ars Poetica
by Hayden Carruth
But of course the poem is not an assertion. Do you see? When I wrote
That all my poems over the long years before I met you made you come true,
And that the poems for you since then have made you in yourself become more true,
I did not mean that the poems created or invented you. How many have foundered
In that sargasso! No, what I have been trying to say
Is that neither of the quaint immemorial views of poetry is adequate for us.
A poem is not an expression, nor is it an object. Yet it somewhat partakes of both. What a poem is
Is never to be known, for which I have learned to be grateful. But the aspect in which I see my own
Is as the act of love. The poem is a gift, a bestowal.
The poem is for us what instinct is for animals, a continuing and chiefly unthought corroboration of essence
(Thought thought, ours and the animals’, is still useful).
Why otherwise is the earliest always the most important, the formative? The Iliad, the Odyssey, the book of Genesis,
These were acts of Love, I mean deeply felt gestures, which continuously bestow upon us
What we are. And if I do not know which poem of mine
Was my earliest gift to you,
Except that it had to have been written about someone else,
Nevertheless it was the gesture accruing value to you, your essence, while you were still a child, and thereafter
Across all these years. And see how much
Has come from that first sonnet after our loving began, the one
That was a kiss, a gift, a bestowal. This is the paradigm of fecundity. I think the poem is not
Transparent, as some have said, nor a looking glass, as some have also said,
Yet it has a quality of disappearance
In its cage of visibility. It disperses among the words. It is a fluidity, a vapor, of love.
This, the instinctual, is what caused me to write, “Do you see?” instead of “Don’t you see?” in the first line
Of this poem, this loving treatise, which is what gives away the poem
And gives it all to you.
BIO: Hayden Carruth according to Poets.org
The Impossible Indispensibility of the Ars Poetica
by Hayden Carruth
Collected Shorter Poems 1946-1991 page 352
Copper Canyon Press 1992
winner of the National Book Crtiics Circle Award
His lines are so long, so voluptuous–I wonder if he wrote on legal pads sideways. I’ve tried to transcribe the lines accurately but when in doubt, he capitalized each new line.
August 3, 1921-September 29, 2008.
Among the 10 poets and writers he named in 1991 as having influenced his work and were his close friends, he named Raymond Carver, Wendell Berry, Galway Kinnell, Denise Levertov, Henry Rago, JV Cunningham, George Dennison, David Budbill, Adrienne Rich and Carolyn Kizer. A few of my favorite poems by Ray Carver and by Wendell Berry can be found on this blog.
Here’s a poem about Ray Carver by Hayden Carruth read by him in May 2008:
Here he reads one of his most well-known poems, “Emergency Haying” :
He described himself as “A duck blown out to sea and still squawking.” Fortunately, we can still hear him even when he’s flown farther than we can see him.
organic vs commercial produce: pay the price?
I buy organic as often as possible because produce grown organically is much easier on the earth. However, I often wonder whether it’s worth the extra money to get organic with regards to pesticide residue and for my family’s health, not just the Earth’s health.
One source for this kind of evaluative information is the Environmental Working Group. Its Web site lists 44 fruits and vegetables ranked by the amount of pesticide residue each contains and they offer a small wallet guide with the rankings. Knowing which fruits and vegetables have the most pesticides and which are cleanest can help you decide when to buy organic.
The EWG’s “dirty dozen” are peaches, apples, sweet bell peppers, celery, nectarines, strawberries, cherries, lettuce, grapes (imported), pears, spinach, and potatoes. The “cleanest 12″ are onions, avocados, sweet corn (frozen), pineapples, mangos, sweet peas (frozen), asparagus, kiwis, bananas, cabbage, broccoli, and eggplants.
Food for thought: The best choice for the health of your family and the planet may not be between organic and commercial, but local and exotic. The best choice is to purchase food produced locally by frequenting local farmers markets; even better to choose locally produced organic goods. We’re lucky here in Ventucky to live where the soil is some of the best in the world–the flood plain here is several miles deep–and to have generous weather with lots of sun, temperate days and the rare night of freezing weather. (Of course the region is essentially a desert with under 15” of annual rainfall a year!)
And a question for you: which presidential choice is going to support the health of the planet and your family?
And a few questions for me: how green is wine? which wines, red or white, are greener? does organic make that much of a difference–either for my health or the planet’s? which winery businesses and agricultural practices should I support with my purchases? how much does it really cost the planet to drink wines produced on another continent? what does it mean that imported grapes on the the dirty dozen list?
your address should be a time–3:15 Experiment Poem
08—06—08 315 am
your address should
always be a time
my house growing up
was 318
the longest address
would be 1259
any longer than this
your address would be too late
any higher
boggles the brain
it is unnecessary
for us to go on & on
distance is not timeless
distance could be measured
by minutes
if you needed more
numbers you could
go into seconds
1259:22 for
example or 1259:59
not sure how many
addresses would be
impacted for this
greater good
Malibu for example
or Mulholland
the numbers on the
addresses are just
too long.
We don’t need to be
taxing people in this
way with long addresses
when they could use
their time and brain power
on other more
important
details
like sleep &
dreaming
I have been transcribing my 3:15am poems from August 2008 to finish getting them up on the site. This is one of the stranger ones from this year.
2 More Kids Halloween Poems
My featured poets again this week are kids from my son’s class; last week, as you may recall, I posted “I Am A Scary Skeleton Pirate” and “I Am A Wicked Evil Gruesome Witch.” Then my son and I produced a video for “Skeleton Pirate” (here).
So today I offer, from a group of kindergarten and first grade girls, “I am a Vampire Candy Monster” and from a group of boys, “I am a Dark Black Werewolf with Piercing White Eyes” as well as drawings by two girls, “Halloween Picture” (above) and “Witches Writing in Witch Language” (below). Read more…
The Tattooed Lady
Looking into my computer,
my face reflects back, screened.
Lines hint of past, future.
Questions cloud my vision–
where am I going?
can I write my way out?
It blankly answers me–
Not good. Not bad. Just is.
I hear the train but sit here still.
Gathering monarchs hang
cloaking green with gold.
Adorned like Lydia
The Tattooed Lady,
I grab Groucho and dance.
Let the birds catch the flies–
I’ll stay open for you.
I wrote this poem soon after moving in to this house as a renter; I subsequently bought it. Every fall monarch butterflies gather here, and stay until spring, at times filling the air of the barranca with orange and black dancers. Read more…
I AM A SCARY SMELLY SKELETON PIRATE: a new video!
The small boy and I put this video together over the weekend. We used the poem we’d written Thursday in his K-1 class with some of his pirate buddies, combined our call and response reading with audio sounds he liked, an image of Leo Carrillo State Beach near Mailbu by Jason Ward to set the scene, then added relevant images off the net to produce this project together.
If you share our video with your small pirates, please leave us a note in the comments box!
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate: Halloween poems
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate!
I wonder where the treasure is
I hear black rusty shooting fire cannonballs
and swords slapping
I see other English ships to get their treasure
I want treasure, a golden compass, and a gold ring
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate!
I pretend to play swords with you
I feel my bones cracking
I touch the shark’s teeth
I worry about my pirate ship
and how it will disappear one day
I cry when my boat tips upside down
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate!
I understand that I know that you can be killed
I say aye aye matey, I believe in ghosts
I never dream about black treasure
I try not to kill my pet octopus
I hope to be free
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate
(NOTE: The small boy and I made a video of this poem and it’s up on youtube now!)
This morning I had a blast brainstorming four Halloween themed “I am” poems in small groups with my son’s K-1 class.
If you decide to share this or the poem which follows, please leave us a note telling us with whom and where!
The poem above was composed by four boys: Read more…
GuerrillaReads accepts my Read!
Big news in my world: I am very pleased to announce that GuerrillaReads reviewed Shishilop Project (Take 2–less wind), accepted the new version, and will publish my video on their site today!
Please go visit and check out their cool project–putting poetry on the streets and other unexpected places! Doing a Guerrilla Read is a perfect activity anytime but especially during a Mercury Retrograde like from today until Oct. 15 when communications may have some extra special twists and turns, some opportunities to reflect, research, reward… (Mine is in Aquarius 10th house which should come as no surprise if you know anything about astrology…Where’s yours?)
GuerrillaReads intends to post a new one monthly–I encourage you to participate! In the meantime, check out what’s there!
Happy Birthday: Bruce Springsteen & KCRW’s Nic Harcourt
Just wanted to give a shout-out to the two biggest musical influences in our home, Bruce Springsteen who turns 59 today and KCRW “Morning Becomes Eclectic” dj Nic Harcourt.
I plan my life around listening to Nic every morning from 9-noon in LA (and on the web), and listen as much as possible to his weekly show, “Sounds Eclectic” which airs locally on Sunday evenings from 7-9pm.
In fact, while I was in labor with my son, I was conscious of the fact I was missing the show! The next morning, when I turned on the radio and Nic Harcourt’s voice came on, my son inclined toward the radio, obviously recognizing the voice he’d been hearing for nine months.
In fact, as I was laboring, I kept hearing this song “Bluebird of Happiness” by Mojave 3 which Nic Harcourt had been playing recently in anticipation of their visit the day after I gave birth–and when I turned the radio on, this song was playing. The lyrics of the chorus go “gotta find a way to get home strong gotta find a way back home”–which was inspiring as I endured over three hours of pushing to get that baby to come home! For a cool video which uses some of the song (you might skip the first 30 seconds though), click this link:
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Fall for Art Predator: OZO review & a poem too
Welcome fall!
On the last night of summer, we headed for the Hollywood Bowl where we had a blast dancing to LA’s Ozomatli, SF’s Michael Franti, Mex-Am Lila Downs and Tijuana’s Nortec collective concert. The show of border crossers, curated by KCRW, hosted by Raul Campos (read his comments, review of the show, and watch his video of the opening here) and sponsored by Mexican Tourism came complete with a goody bag with coffee and a Putomayo cd the small boy loves while he plays with his Lincoln Logs.
The show had us on our feet and dancing most of the night, starting with Nortec Collectives crzy combo of traditional Mexican instruments and modern Apple assisted electronics in a way tooo short set; we couldn’t get enough of them when we saw them a few years ago at a Grand Performances show in downtown LA..
They rotated the stage to reveal Lila Down’s band. Read more…









