#anselm hollo

[garadinervi]

The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church Poetry Reading Poster Flyer Oct. 1983, The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church, New York, NY, 1983 [Granary Books, New York, NY]

Design: Rudy Burckhardt Readers include: Anselm Hollo, Maureen Owen, Paul Auster, Susan Noel, Lee Harwood, and Bobbie Louise Hawkins Poetry workshop: Jack Collom

[davidhudson]

Richard Wilbur, March 1, 1921 – October 14, 2017.

With Anselm Hollo (wearing sunglasses) at the Lahti International Writers’ Reunion in 1964.

[poetpls]

The Lights Going on in the Rooms Strung out Back through the Years - Anselm Hollo

the way

the blue room

(remembered)

lights up

as you turn to

   be held

and to hold me

your

   beholder

[metamorphesque]

verses that colored my january days

"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky

"Two Phantoms", Vahan Teryan

"To Live...", Paruyr Sevak

"I love to love...", Paruyr Sevak

"Piano Lesson", Richard Siken

"Prayer", Marina Tsvetaeva (translated by Andrey Kneller)

"Two Morning Poems", Yevgeny Yevtushenko (translated by Anselm Hollo)

"Pomegranate", Sol Rios

"Cascando", Samuel Beckett

"Kissing in Vietnamese", Ocean Vuong

"To Say Dark Things ", Ingeborg Bachmann

"Ballad About A Smoke-Filled Wagon" (Don’t separate from your dear ones…), Alexander Kochetkov

"The Roses of Saadi" Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (Marie Felicite Josephe Desbordes)

"There Is a Gold Light in Certain Old Paintings", Donald Justice

"Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?", Mary Oliver

"Love and Hate", Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

[vuillard]

Final Poem in Some Poems by Paul Klee, trans. by Anselm Hollo

[finishinglinepress]

FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: eyes that look with sun but see with moon by Jack Greene

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eyes that look with sun but see with moon moves the reader through rooms of Vermeer to atomic fall out shelters to dioramas of taxidermied deer, finally arriving where it started: in light. The experience of the #poems is an intimate, internal gallery, one that merges words and images and light into a new gravitational pull, each in and of its own frame, and all a part of this #life, this planet.

Jack Greene is a poet and photographer. His poetry has been published in the Liliput Review, not enough night, Bombay Gin, Mungo vs. Ranger, Rattapallax, and the Sextant Review. He holds a MFA in Writing and Poetics from Naropa University, as well as BA in English Literature from the University of California, Los Angeles. He is a past recipient of a Colorado Council on the Arts Poetry Fellowship and served as a poet-in-residence for the Colorado Council on the Arts. He has taught poetry and creative writing workshops and courses in the Front Range. His photography has been exhibited at Naropa University, the Boulder Jewish Community Center, and the University of Colorado, Boulder, and can be viewed at jackgreenephotography.picfair.com. He lives in Longmont, Colorado with the writer and performer Lisa Trank.

PRAISE FOR eyes that look with sun but see with moon by Jack Greene

Jack Greene brings the master photographer’s eye for the instant to language. Allen Ginsberg’s first teaching to me was “it’s easier than you think: look out your eye like looking through a window.” Easier said than done. It takes time to master the moment. You love the poets you love to think with. That’s the extent of it. All the rest is valentines. I’ll be reading Jack for a long time.

–Steven Taylor

Jack Greene is a poet of condensed lyric irony, light (sun and moon) and tender memory. The child’s fear of “trees sprouting out of rocks” leaps out, as does the “simulacrum” deer behind museum glass, suddenly alive, nose moist from “a drop of shellac.” Animation reminiscent of Williams Carlos Williams’s glittering green glass shard in the dirt behind the hospital, animated by light and by noticing what’s tangible is always celebratory.“Vermeer’s Aquarium” is a gem, as well, where we sit “like pilgrims at a shrine” and witness depictions of art-mind, as with Proust and Joseph Cornell who continue in their hermetic practice as wars come and go. There are quiet poems honoring family, a hypnagogic cinematic image of a mother’s wedding veil unraveling in a light beam and the “father’s foot/a constant/song” which is the rhythm and a glow that remains with you in the reading of these singular poems. Kudos for this poet’s truth.

–Anne Waldman

In eyes that look with sun but see with moon, Jack Greene’s words come like meteors into the darkness. Behold our humanity, illuminated and elevated by these bright poem-lights streaking across the pages of this collection, precise in their economy of diction and style, but profound in their resonant permanence within the reader. While wholly new and of this time, Greene’s words arrive to further a tradition populated by the ancient Asian masters, Lorine Niedecker, Robert Creeley, Anselm Hollo, and many other greats. The poetry world has been improved by this gift.

–Matt Hohner

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[canticleofcanticlesforleibowitz]

On the page: https://goldenhandcuffsreview.com/gh17content/rothenberg.pdf

I who am dead call to the living little brothers how absurd your walk is unencumbered & adrift you run across life’s stage your words are manacles & cage your mind I know enough of you to sense your pain freely & fiercely I move into a deeper space where none will reach me here I strike a blow an imbeciling fluid from inside my body (A. Artaud) covers

the ground between & blocks all entry birds like little knives dive down the sky le mal du ciel the phrase I hear & fly from

[vintagereject]

Anselm Hollo

[garadinervi]

«Trobar», No. 5, Trobar, Brooklyn, NY, 1962 [Between the Covers, Gloucester City, NJ]

Contributors: Rochelle Owens, George Economou, Charles Olson, Robert Kelly, Robert Duncan, Paul Blackburn, Jerome Rothenberg, David Antin, John Wieners, Amiri Baraka (as LeRoi Jones), Anselm Hollo, Theodore Enslin, and others

[c01n]

The two mountains

A reign of light clarity on two mountains:

the mountain of animals the mountain of gods.

But between them the dusky valley of men.

When sometimes, one of them looks up he is gripped by foreboding by unquenchable longings, he who knows he knows not, longing for them who know not they know not and for them who know that they know.

Paul Klee, 1903 (from Some Poems, translated by Anselm Hollo, Scorpion Press, 1962)

[tristealven]

At one of our first meetings, a student came in and griped that he “hated” poetry. Anselm guffawed, glanced at me and told the kid he’d better watch out as “Michael and I are poets!” I was shocked—honored and embarrassed at the same time. I wasn’t ready to call myself “poet” yet, at least not out loud, and certainly not by such a figure as Anselm Hollo. Was Anselm saying that wanting to be a poet was sufficient to earn one that honorific? And if the desire to be equaled the fact of being, didn’t I have to cast off my jazz friends’ rigorous system of artistic value and embrace my very yearning as evidence of who I was?

Michael Hettich, “A Graceful Way of Breathing: Remembering Anselm Hollo” (The Critical Flame, Issue 65 | December 2020)

[johbeil]

Anselm Hollo: nachricht

hallo! ich bin eins deiner moleküle! ich nahm meinen anfang im krebsnebel, aber ich komme herum. ich komme seit jahrmillionen herum. ich trat in deinen körper ein, vielleicht als faktor in einem essbaren gemüse, oder ich gelangte in deine lungen als bestandteil der luft. was mich fasziniert ist folgendes: zu welchem punkt nach meinen eintritt in den mund oder der aufnahme durch die haut…

[metamorphesque]

Two Morning Poems, Yevgeny Yevtushenko (translated by Anselm Hollo)

[lunchboxpoems]

5 & 7 & 5

follow that airplane of course I'm high   this is an emergency

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giant Scots terrier I thought I saw was known as Taxicab Mountain

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brown photo   legend "serene enjoyment" they suck pipes bones crumbled back

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night train whistles   stars over a nation under mad temporal czars

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round lumps of cells grow up to love porridge   later become The Supremes

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lady I lost my subway token   we must part it's faster by air

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"but it's our world" tiny blue hands and green arms your thought in my room

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sweet bouzouki sound another syntax for heads up to the aether

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in you the in moon its rays entwined in my mind's hair   hangs down right in

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viewing the dragon there they ride slim through my dream Carpaccio's pair

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slow bloom inside you the mnemonics of loving incessant chatter

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far shore Ferris wheel turning glowing humming   love in our lit-up heads

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switch them to sleep now the flying foxes swarm out great   it's flurry time

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wind rain you and me went looking for a new house o the grass grows loud

ANSELM HOLLO

[vuillard]

From Some Poems by Paul Klee, translated by Anselm Hollo

[sontagspdf]

From Four stills from "The Poet" (a film) for Tom Raworth by Anselm Hollo