Natures: August 2009

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

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Saturday, August 01, 2009

Up in scenic Storrs ...

I wish Charles Olson had had better handwriting. Guess Massachusetts schools didn't teach the Palmer Method.

I'll be digging through some of the hundreds of folders of Olson's work housed at the Thomas J. Dodd Research Center for a few more days, and then will head back south. Yesterday I came across the first presentation Olson made to the Black Mountain College faculty in 1948; it impressed them enough that they invited him back, of course.

Nine years later, he was the last to leave.

Labels: Archives, Black Mountain College, Charles Olson

: Name: jeff; Location: Asheville, North Carolina, United States

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NatureS/Selected Poems 1972-2005 is available at some poetry-friendly bookshops, at SPD, or by mail. If you can't find it where you are, email me at jeffbdavis at gmail dot com.

"Way back when, a literary gent by the name of E.L. Pound, from Hailey, Idaho, announced to the world: 'I divide poetry into what I can read and what I cannot read.' I am new to Jeff Davis's work but hit'll read!!! It reminds me that writers named Robert Creeley and Charles Olson once taught at Black Mountain College in Buncombe County NC - and made a difference."

~Jonathan Williams

"These poems are succinct in language and insights - no waste of words here - lovely and moving jewels of the Eleusinian luminous darkness, a magnificent shining in the dark. Poems (all of them) that are gifts, with a sassy bit of awareness to ground them all. At their best, they show an excellent eye and ear for the images and rhythms of nature - fresh, clear, as any sparkling mountain stream - and sing with that limpidity Olson was always trying to drum into my head at Black Mountain. Jeff Davis is a poet who knows what most males thirst to know - and die, not knowing. 'I am written,' Rimbaud said, and he is just that in these poems."

~Michael Rumaker

"Being human and part of nature, what we have in common with the natural world is something we gain then lose, gain then lose, over and over. The continual process of holding and letting go makes up the world we smell, we taste, we see, we feel, we hear, we share. As the custodian of this experience we have none better than Jeff Davis. He has been tireless in his practice of recording these dark and luminous encounters: the flicker of love, or the shadow of leaves in the wind."

~Thomas Meyer