Bowery Poetry Club Live Performance

Collaborations
Spoken Word and Music
Janet Hamill and Bryan Hamill, music, performing together from “Body Of Water”

Join them and their special guests,
Diana Manister with music by Steve Cialino

and Larissa Shmailo with music by Brant Lyon
Saturday, July 25, 4 p.m.
Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery, NYC
212-614-0505
$5

Boy Blue by Janet Hamill

                       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

KEROUAC by Janet Hamill

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.”