Spoken Word and Music
Janet Hamill and Bryan Hamill, music, performing together from “Body Of Water”
Diana Manister with music by Steve Cialino
Saturday, July 25, 4 p.m.
Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery, NYC
212-614-0505
$5
Boy Blue
Weary of waiting, blue boy Following the map of a vanished sea
Blue lights in the harbor blue sails carry you through
twilights obscuring your lodestar
with the dusk
Dark-adapted eyes in the
period of blindness, between the gods departed and the
gods yet to come
all that is rare and
excellent furnish your happy isle’s
watchtower of white
All the soul’s companions
all that you see the music of grazing horses plays
on the shore
Shaped by the charity of
the firmament blue boy gold scales begin to rise
Over the water at the edge of the dreamline
prevailing winds favor a
crossing go on ahead
The deepest chamber of the
night will restore your
exhausted wings Go on ahead there,
The shimmer of leaves breathes a song
without words
there is pleasing variety
in the moon and stars
awaiting your imprint and corals lie lost from the track
of the world
| I had nothing but I had a grey tee shirt | I ironed on black velvet letters | |
| KEROUAC | ||
| I had nothing I had four walls on St. Marks Place | a bottle of Calvados and the silence of the universe | |
| I had nothing | but I had you | |
| From sea to shining sea | east to west north to south | |
| Atlantic Pacific Arctic Antarctic Indian Ocean and the eighth mar incognito | over under inside and outbeyond everything | |
| I had you I had words lines and paragraphs rushing down mountainsides high above the timberline | from Desolation Peak to 242 choruses of blues for the Buddha and fellaheen of Mexico City and every other place | |
| I had your footprints on the beach in Tangiers | your palm print on the wheel of impermanence | |
| your dreams of long childhood walks under the old trees of New England your athlete’s body your flannel shirts | your handsome face on the fire escape on E. 7th Street | |
| just before the invocation of Duluoz | inhaling one last Lucky Strike for the pent-up aching restless road | |
| farewell subterraneans and water towers of Manhattan | it was time for all that coming back to America | |
| the Lincoln Tunnel oil tanks and anemic skies in New Jersey | Route 80 over the Delaware the road unraveling | |
| the road sufficient unto itself | a twentieth-century pilgrim’s way | |
| a home for the tathagata passing through the railroad earth the gas station night | the bebop radio wail of Charlie Parker’s saxophone clear across Kansas | |
| to San Francisco the little alley off Market Street | Tokay in a paper bag at the mouth of Bixby Canyon | |
| Big Sur’s ocean roar of vowel sounds | from the far side of eternity | |
| waves laying better than a thousand transcendental diamonds of compassion at your feet | even to the end I had you | |
| to the maenads of fame tearing you to pieces | in the glow of a television set in Florida | |
| to what‘s buried in Lowell’s Edson Cemetary | Ti Jean nothing’s buried there | |
| the dust of your sacred bleeeding Catholic heart | with that of the holy ghost | |
| and certain mad and driven saints | has been placed among the stars | |
| I had nothing but I had a grey tee shirt | And I ironed on black velvet letter | |
| KEROUAC | ||
Often inspired by her travels through southern Europe, Morocco, Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia, Kenya and Tanzania, Janet Hamill has published 5 books of poetry: Troublante, The Temple, Nostalgia of the Infinite, Lost Ceilings, and her most recent, Body of Water in 2008, with photographs by Patti Smith. Hammill has released two CDs: Flying Nowhere and Genie of the Alphabet. A strong proponent of the spoken word, she has featured at readings in the U.S., England and Ireland.
Of Body of Water Anne Waldman wrote: “Janet Hamill turns her wizard poet’s eye on an immense body of alchemical empathies”, and Patricia Spears Jones said “Hamill’s mastery of form and feeling come together to create a poem that delicately examines celebrity, gallantry, silence, talent, and beauty. Only a poet could do that. Or maybe only Janet Hamill.”