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

spatiotemporally

                                      both space and temporal

     spaitum tempor

     (space-time)

look out

 portable, pre-fabricated, truss

available field consulting

                

             on bridge 

                    applications

                                           Alan Casline

                                            December 5, 2015

                                

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

SOAKED WOODS NEAR THE BOZENKILL


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
beckons

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

TEARING DOWN THE TRADE FAIR AFTER CLOUDBURST

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

TEARING DOWN THE TRADE FAIR AFTER CLOUDBURST COUNCIL


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

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





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CLOUDBURST COUNCIL POEM ALAN CASLINE

PLACE MARKET PLACE AT THE GATHERING

                     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

         stands

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

                            11/3/2012

TEXT AS ART: ON A LAKE FOLLOWING THUNDER

ON THE LAKE FOLLOWING THUNDER

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
10/11/2001
Hudson, New York

hexagram #17  Sui /  Following

GLIMPSES OF LONDON

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.


GLIMPSES OF LONDON

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

London