Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Transcontemporation Poem for America's Greatest American Poetry Workshop

December 5, 2016 brought a crew of poets to mulled wine and green M and M's.  I drank coffee and everything else but went light on cheese and crackers. The words of poet Sampson Starkweather on transcontemporation were clearly pronouncements warmed in canned soup with red labels. I didn't want to get into it (I mean he wasn't there). Everyone had solidarity and fearlessly continued to use any word found in the English language. This helped some but not a whole lot when your poem was a translation seen through the cleashay of beveled glass. Adam Tedesco, who was there got the name, Dale Chihuly, on the first try. I was fumbling stumbling per usual (name, what is in a name?) but once the praise of MassMoca by Adam and Dawn Marar and the wearabouts of Anna Kberg was determined the AGAPW continued. I was at the Seattle sited Chihuly Garden of Glass a few weeks before and while looking at and beyond glass overhead ceilings I though, wow, what a perfect representation of the Transcontemporation Impulse, since the fractured artist beholding views were obviously multi-prompted at their various cells of academia and poetry were only a surface in the variphased bubble and, not to be slighted, not all of it. The photo below exhibits the transcontemporated space-time impulse. Part wall, part ceiling, light and unlit partings at right angles, filtered through camera lens and yes my friends effected by how tall I stand.

One of the language questions I had for the transcontemporated poem was of course the fading across space-time of the recognized idea. Words as moods mean lost possibles like an Apple commercial about lemmings or watches. It would be slap-stick to set up the old infinity in watches pose. I continue to prefer the universal.

BAILEY BRIDGE (Sir Donald Bailey   b 1901)

down in the crawl space

under the porch
       no cliff dwellers 
in this clime

                                      both space and temporal
     spaitum tempor

look out

 portable, pre-fabricated, truss

available field consulting
             on bridge 


                                           Alan Casline
                                            December 5, 2015


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

W.W. Christman Tribute 2015, June 1, 2015 at Christman Preserve


bark smells like
cold coffee grounds
my afternoon’s memories
recall a bright new day

W.W. Christman Tribute 2015

looking for a place to sit
off the path an old log

Christman Preserve

punky wood
soaked with old rain
drops of water
on the page

better write uphill
holding notebook near
vertical, makes the
target more narrow

waterfall on Bozenkill

my wide brim hat
has no such concerns

Monday, May 18, 2015


Blackwater Suite: Mark W. O'Brien and Gail Allen


along with their bedding and books being packed up, the room is filled with all those moving on but in no hurry about it.

many hands chip in for clean up.

extra food stuff is distributed

cartons of eggs named for poets who will digest them

who’ll take the two open gallons of milk?

Maril will take milk “We were going to buy some on the way home”

but won’t take the near full carton because Bob is going to be away and we only need three days worth.

Grace Panel: Judith Kerman, Helen Ruggieri, David Landrey

large bag of granola and small bag.

whose household has more mouths to feed gets the large bag

will someone please take the Genesee Cream Ale?

if not we may find ourselves drinking from these cans next year because I’m not drinking it.

I’ll just bring it back, a year older and no wiser.

there is a milling of poets with nearly filled backpacks at the free tables.

hoping to snatch up a last few tidbits

a small quiet deal is made about a poem and a little book to put it in

books can be put away for another day – living plants need to find a home.

apple blosssoms - here today/gone tomorrow


John Roche can’t find one for the magical climbing house plant that will grow thousands of yards in

a single year and sticks to walls, windows and roof tiles cutting out sunlight and making doors inoperable.

I can’t imagine why?

he takes his plant back home with him.

the Trade Fair grounds empty only a few staying for the last clean-up.

my two corn flower plants not taken.

my plan to plant them on the grounds at field edge

Michael thinks there is room at his place and takes them ‘

they are beautiful blue flowers

they will spread like crazy that’s the only thing but they are easy to control, just pull up easily

All One Song: Michael Czarnecki and Sue Spencer

I don’t know to tell him: Cornflowers are often used as an ingredient in some tea blends and herbal

teas, and is famous in the Lady Grey blend of Twinings.

I gather extra handouts.

if I get around to it, these can be added to mailings for those who might have been here.

Alan Casline

May 17, 2015
Gell Center

near Naples New York

Thursday, October 9, 2014

CHIEF ROLLING MOUNTAIN THUNDER: Frank Van Zant, One of the Crazy Ones - I-80 in Nevada High Desert (photos and text Alan Casline 2014)

Frank Van Zant
now Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder
haunted visions given

sorry at end
burnt buildings locals destroyed art
bit the bullet

saw beauty broken
maker builder his strong energy
followers could help

two hundred sculptures
native peoples needed protective spirits
story injustice told
large handle so
Great Spirit could take buildings
after Thunder's death
wood cement glass
stone copper iron paint fabric
dolls typewriters signs

outsider art works
praise the crazy different ones
only ones interesting

faded photos left
sculptures crumble flake to dust
his children watch
bottle wall stands
a little longer for us
stop and visit

---Alan Casline

Tuesday, March 18, 2014



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Thursday, July 4, 2013

Cloudburst 2013 Recordings Released!

The recordings of Cloudburst 2013 have been posted.

You can access them with the following link:

Thank you to everyone who attended.

Monday, May 6, 2013



                     from a few hills down
his friends and town seek
  the help he needs
             to overcome chaos
              to arrange
              to initiate
  a song afresh

        a profusion of outlook
welcomes inspiration
               yet working the known
                 means you cannot  listen
  for the new

                     night frost melts
                   wet dew drops hang
in morning air a gentleman
his cold hut newly thatched
   thus he always begins his day

  yet once he  heard a way out
              music’s objects of inner
   sound flow
   (unknown still elements)

                 unite or separate
                    both to be able
            yet there must be one
at the beginning
  (some difficulty)
                            Alan Casline

Wednesday, December 19, 2012



there is thunder in the lake
cloud faces,
shadows changing expressions
the light within the clouds
illuminating like a fluctuating lantern
world following the seasons joyfully
the ferry across the ocean of existence

Alan Casline
Hudson, New York

hexagram #17  Sui /  Following

Saturday, April 7, 2012


Visit to London from March 26-April 2, 2012. Stuck to the city itself with only side trips by train to city of Bromley to visit one of the few remaining flowing Springs and by river cruise downriver and back to Royal Observatory. The visit was to see my daughter who is studying at University College of London. Was a bit overwhelming because of the number of museums we visited. My observational and interest level was high but after the first thousand items passed my visual stream I started to wear out. I had a list of twenty sacred Springs of London and my wife and son were good sports about trailing along with me as I tried to find them.
Visiting POETS' CORNER was satisfying. A new favorite image is sitting on a folding chair in the POETS' CORNER awaiting inspiration. Took many photos and wrote a few poems.


raven at Tower of London
protects the realm from ill prophecy

Indian Tribes of the United States by Schoolcraft
on the shelf at British Museum of Natural History

tiny beads strung in pattern
at chest of young female mummy

Reynard the Fox German illustrations
from the beginning of Romanism

fake bundles of ancestor’s bones
under sign saying some cultures keep their dead with them

giant turtles and giant bears bigger than SUV’s
their bones reattached to skeletor frames

painted taxi body advertising
Singing in the Rain

at Winchester ask the attendant
“Of course, I know where they keep William Blake”

1500 headless bodies found buried under
the church floor, now nameless traitors

homemade meat pies served by the cook herself
from her kitchen last night, now off a cart at Greenwich Market

oval sand-white stone in pocket
smooth memory of Saint Blaise’s Spring

two wing feathers found side-by-side
in a flowerbed at Royal Observatory

March 31, 2012