#kygers

[oozins]

one billion angels vol. 02 💥

[anxsity]

Florist, "Vacation" // Joanne Kyger, “August. Wednesday. . .” // Czeslaw Milosz, "To Raja Rao" // Chappell Roan, "California" // Kaveh Akbar, "Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)" // Susannah Irene, "Everyone You've Loved"

[uwmspeccoll]

Spotlight: Joanne Kyger

I found this book while looking through the stacks for something completely different and noticed the illustration on the cover and decided to investigate further. Sadly the cover has a big ol' call number sticker smack-dab over the title, but the book is Trip Out and Fall Back by California native beat/Black Mountain/New York School/uncategorizable poet Joanne Kyger. It was published in 1974 by Arif Press in Berkeley, California and features drawings by American artist and curator Gordon Baldwin, who was part of the same community as Kyger in Bolinas, California.

The book is a "notebook-like poetic travelogue composed of social, geographic, temporal, and spiritual movements" following a cross-country journey from California to Brooklyn. The poems are big and small at once, capturing moments and movements under the sprawling skies of the United States. Kyger, who practiced Buddhism, said the following of her own work in a 2005 artist's statement:

"The shape of the day, the words of the moment, what's happening around me in the world of interior and exterior space—these are my writing concerns. Living in a semi-rural environment the cast of characters in my poems are often the quail, deer, raccoons, coyote bush, oaks, the ocean, the weather, and a few treasured friends. All are equally valid in the environment of place. Some talk more than others. My attention to writing is a daily practice, which then builds an accumulative narrative of chronology. Which ends up as the story of one's life. An historical sense of 'self,' breathing and experiencing what is common to every human—the local, the ordinary, the non-motivated sense of just 'being.' One is also aware of the accumulations of lineage of all those writing persons who have come before and to whom one owes the inheritance of this written moment."

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-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

[etudiantfantome]

[crocutacanidae]

and what sort of secret would you like to share, bud?

if you can't be bothered to show your face i aint telling u nothingggggggggg

[violettesiren]

The grasses are light brown and the ocean comes in long shimmering lines under the fleet from last night which dozes now in the early morning

Here and there horses graze on somebody’s acreage

Strangely, it was not my desire

that bade me speak in church to be released but memory of the way it used to be in careless and exotic play

when characters were promises then recognitions. The world of transformation is real and not real but trusting.

Enough of these lessons? I mean didactic phrases to take you in and out of love’s mysterious bonds?

Well I myself am not myself

and which power of survival I speak for is not made of houses.

It is inner luxury, of golden figures that breathe like mountains do and whose skin is made dusky by stars.

September by Joanne Kyger

[glyph-dove]

—Joanne Kyger, "School for Flowers" in There You Are: Journals, Interviews, and Ephemera, ed. Cedar Sigo (143) ✦

[rosepoems]

Aeschylus; Joanne Kyger

[sagewraith]

September, Joanne Kyger

[metamorphesque]

🍂 september poems 🍂

September 1913, William Butler Yeats

The Imprint of September Second, Ethan Gilsdorf

September, Joanne Kyger

Drowning in September, Eric Pfeiffer 

September, H Stuart

September Tomatoes, Karina Borowicz

One September Night, Franco Fortini

September Sunday, Lucille Broderson

September, 1918, Amy Lowell

September Midnight, Sara Teasdale

Monday, September 25, 2006, Susan Schultz

One September Afternoon, Leo Dangel

[firstfullmoon]

Joanne Kyger, from “August. Wednesday. . .”

[oozins]

tiny book I made of a joanne kyger poem

[kygerbearr]

just found out I can't coexist with other peoples opinions if they're so so so so tasteless if I meet another white boy nintendo fan they're going to invent a new term for how I deal with him. no 86ing no going postal no curbstomping I'm telling you they're going to call it getting kyger'd I'm going to kyger him

[postquem]

It's beautiful here —

God's own country dir. Francis Lee ; The solitude of Night by Li Bai (trans. Shigeyoshi Obata) ; Sanctuary by Jean Valentine ; winter migrants by Tom Pickard ; unknown; Bliss and Grief by Marie Ponsot ; [He is pruning the privet] by Joanne Kyger ; Give me the splendid silent sun by Walt Whitman

[poetriarchy]

getting high mixing up joanne kyger and h.r. giger

[crocutacanidae]

oooh i bet you cant figure out which mutual this is oooh made ya look

I can tell you who you aren't though. You are not Kot, Kyger, Tolox, Runawaygel, or Dantelupine

I doubt you're Gamey lycanthian or Oujamon

Which means you're either (based on the mutuals I speak to often) Hypertextdog or Mister Nightinthewoods