transforming history
by
Douglas Messerli
Ron
Silliman suggested that, since Probstein was having technical difficulty in
getting the session to record on other venues such as YouTube, perhaps Jackson
was there as a ghost since, despite his constant use of tape recorders, various
microphones, and other devices, Jackson’s readings began almost always with
just such technical problems. I can affirm that!
The scholars and poets who edited and
translated this immense work all seem to share American sentiments when it
comes to the war in Ukraine, and expressed that many of them to now feel a
sense of displacement and emigrant status, even for those who still remain in
Russia feeling not at home in their own country.
That the book has actually come into
print at this time, in world impossible to imagine when they began their
efforts, is a further wonderment. A few of the US poets actually have received
copies, but most of us are still waiting to see if the publisher can even get
them out of the country.
Reading to celebrate that event was a
truly significant pleasure. But then we—those of us among many others included
in this huge anthology who had agreed to read—realized suddenly that something
just as amazing had happened without our truly thinking about it. Together in
one vast zoom room were 19 of the most significant figures of innovative US
poetry reading work in one long 4-hour session that was not devoted to another
figure (such as the important gatherings of poets for the birthday celebrations
and deaths of figures such as Mac Low, David Antin, John Ashbery, etc). but
simply reading pieces from their own work, some of which dated back several
decades.
We had long known one another and admired
each other’s work. Indeed, several of the poems read were familiar to a number
of our ears. Indeed, I realized at one point during the long 4 hour session
that I had published—in either original book or anthology form—16 of the 19
poets, the other 3 being either too young at the time I was actively publishing
or having represented work I had not yet fully experienced or assimilated.
Indeed many in the room had published others and/or celebrated their work over
4-5 decades. The eldest of us, Jerome Rothenberg, was one of the greatest US
anthologists and had probably influenced in one way or another everyone in the
room. Indeed the Russian editors recognized him as being an enormous influence in
their own anthology-making.
Several of us in the room had been long
ago and even more recently traveled to the former USSR and Russia, many of us
on trips with Lyn Hejinian on tours with her and her ROVA Saxophone
Quartet-playing husband, Larry Ochs on jazz tours which included meeting and
hearing Russian poets reading. But the 19 of us had also often been long-time
friends, some of us even university or college colleagues—although most of us,
aging as we are, had not recently seen each other. I had not seen some of these
individuals for two-three decades or even longer.
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But here we were, along with several other
poets, companions, and literary aficionados together again! Perhaps, I fear
admitting, in some cases for the last time. Has such a vast reading of major US
poets ever before taken place that has not been centered around a peace rally or
political gathering? But then, perhaps without openly speaking about it, this
was also a peace rally and a political statement.
At 9:33 Pacific Coast Time, the event
began with Ian and Vladimir, after summarizing some technical issues, presenting
a general introduction. Charles Bernstein noted that he was recording the event
for the University of Pennsylvania’s PENNSOUND.
To begin Jerome Rothenberg (now almost
91, with his wife Diane hovering nearby) read two poems from his Khurbn
& Other Poems, the second poem being a work I’d heard before and loved,
“The Cruel Majority” Editor Ian Probstein read the Russian translations.
He was followed by Lyn Hejinian reading
from her Oxota: A Short Russian Novel originally published in 1991 and
reprinted recently in 2019. I had heard her read from this work years before in
Los Angeles. Her translator Ivan Sokolov read the Russian.
Ron Padgett, long associated with the
New York School, read two poems, the latter of which was “Conversation with
Vladimir Mayakovsky,” which I’d never before heard and quite enjoyed. Probstein
also read these poems in translation.
Ron Silliman read from his Chinese
Notebook, the complete version of which was published in 2007. The Russian
translator was Vladimir Mazin, but Ivan Sokolov read. I had not seen Ron’s face for several decades.
Rae Armantrout read from one poem I had
long ago published, “Xenophobia,” and another more recent one I’d not heard
before, but also loved, “Threat Landscape.” Her translator was Ekaterina
Zakharkiv in Moscow. I’d spent several days with Rae when we read years ago in
Buffalo and Albany, New York.
The renowned Rosmarie Waldrop, at 87
another long-lived figure, read “Second Language.” I have even stayed in
Rosmarie and Keith Waldrop’s Providence, Rhode Island home but, I realized, I
had heard her read only one before, at my own Sun & Moon offices at an
Italian event that was also a remarkable cross-cultural affair, but not quite
as formidable as this. What a treat to hear her voice reading it and
Yermosina’s Russian version.
Peter Gizzi read his beautiful “The
Light on Nanatuk Avenue” and “How to Read” from England, having to leave for a
night event related to the occasion for his traveling there. Azernyi translated
and read in Russian.
My dear friend Michael Palmer, who whom
I’d traveled to Brazil, read from his Sun, a book which I still
distribute. I’d read the poem many times, but heard it anew on this occasion. The
translator was Alexander Skidan.
The incomparable Susan Howe read from her
“Thorow,” an early spelling of “through,” published originally in her Singularities
(1990), with Julia Trubikhina-Kunina reading her translation.
I selected four short poems translated
by Manin, “Angry with China,” “From Hear to Air,” “The Hole,” and “Leap Year,”
all from early books and unlike any of the longer works I’m currently writing.
I was delighted that Probstein and Feshchenko thanked me for my anthologies From
the Other Side of the Century and “Language” Poetries as models and
guides for their own book.
My dear friend Bruce Andrews, with his
long-time companion Sally Silvers in the audience, read “Strike Me Lightning”
with translations of Feshcheko.
Alexander Ulanov read Rachel Blau
DuPlessis’ Draft Five, “Gap.” The last time I saw Rachel was when she
was a colleague of mine at Temple University in Philadelphia in 1974 or 75. We
may have run into one another at a Modern Language Convention after that. But
this was a lovely moment to watch her almost-always smiling face on Zoom.
Harryette Mullen, who shares my Los
Angeles air and, accordingly, who I’ve seen more recently, read two works which
I’ve experienced several times and love, “Elliptical” and “Wipe That Simile Off
Your Aphasia.” Manin translated.
Barrett Watten read from his Notzeit with Zakharkiv reading in Russian.
Bob Perelman, who I had last seen a few
years back in New York with Charles Bernstein, read two poems I’d known from
long ago and loved, “My One Voice” and “Let’s Say China,” translated by Feshchenko.
The other half of the only married
couple included in this anthology, Carla Harryman married to Barrett Watten,
read from her Queens and Pianos: Her Knight, a truly interesting work
which I’d never before heard or read. Zakharkiv read in Russian.
Poet Nathaniel Mackey had been hiding in
the audience under his e-mail code, but once found was put front and center to
read from his “Sound and Severance,” with Manin translating, but unfortunately
was cut off before he finished reading in Russian.
Kit Robinson, whose work I’ve long
admired but have never heard read before, intoned “Intent to Consider” and
“Unconfirmed Reports” translated by Probstein. It was good to hear his voice
for the first time.
My dearest friend Charles Bernstein
concluded the long morning and afternoon in California time by reading “Ruminative Ablution” and “The Wages of Pascal.” Although I’d heard him read just a few
months earlier in Los Angeles, these were works I encountered for the very
first time, translated once again by Probstein.
I wish I had the time, energy, and skill
to comment more fully on every one of these thoughtful and fully meaningful
works. I have written a great deal on many of these writers over the years, but
this time I shall have to pass.
Finally, the very fact that almost two
dozen US poets and as many Russians were gathered together in virtual reality
at this unfortunate time in history is itself an historical event. Sadly, given
what I fear will be an ever-increasing parting of the ways unless some other
kind of miracle happens, I cannot imagine such a gathering again in my
lifetime. These wonderful Russian friends had come to us to ask for works to
help them understand our world, and we had joined to help them in their
efforts, to better comprehend both our worlds and visions, and to celebrate the
occasion. This is called community. Joyful sharing. Peace.
Los
Angeles, October 16, 2022
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