Sunday, March 24, 2013

yarmouth library ekphrasis

Mountfort Ridge, painting by Susan Carter


We quarry Light from Stone

Trees becoming ghosts
becoming mist
becoming spirit
(where do their spirits go
when forests die)
trees becoming light, here, shadows
becoming rock
blue across snow
stone below
becoming light

What is happening to these trees
What is happening to these trees

granite, dreaming.

poem by Gary Lawless

appearing together at the Yarmouth Public Library Ekphrasis Show
Poems Speaking to Silent Works of Art
Yarmouth Public Library
Yarmouth, Maine
April 8- May 25
Opening and Poetry Reading Friday, April 12, 530-800 PM

Saturday, October 20, 2012

italian chapbook


My new chapbook of poems, Buddhidharmacaribu, published in Italian and English by Lato Selvatico Libraria, Portiolo, Italia, Luglio 2012

Friday, June 29, 2012

Rootdrinker Reading


photo by obeeduid


Rootdrinker

sacred spring this
Norman's Kill to
the Hudson
fishswimming
from The Escarpment down
(water falls)
to Black Creek Marsh
the Green Mountains
in the blue beyond we
drink all of it
come away healed


Gary Lawless
Pine Hollow Arboretum
June 16, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Caribouddhism

artwork by Stephen Petroff


Caribouddhidharma

Bodhidharma came from the West
riding on the back of a caribou.
He brought me sardines
packed in the ice of glaciers.
He told me that bears are gods,
that birds are songs.
He told me that plants
are great teachers.
He told me to listen to granite.
He left behind relics,
bones and bits of fur,
here in my heart.


Gary Lawless

Thursday, March 8, 2012

postcard from Barcelona

Barcelona, from Montjuic
Photo by Beth Leonard

from the plaza to the hill,
cathedral to the shore,
ramblas, diagonal,
sagrada familia to
montjuic, saturday
morning parrots in the
sun, miro's
constellations, capa's
photos of the war
the graves of Durruti and all these
many more Catalunya
in a warm breeze and down
down to Barceloneta,
to the sea

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Les Alyscamps





(two paintings of Les Alyscamps by Vincent Van Gogh and a photo by Beth Leonard))

walking the shaded Alyscamps where
Van Gogh painted the tree trunks blue
old sarcophagi, empty now -
sent down the river
alone in the breeze,
below blue trees
lichen now, enjoying
the sun,
tombs, forgotten
now Dante
"their covers were all raised up in our view
and out of them such harsh lamenting rose
as from a wretched and a wounded crew"

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Barcelona and southern France


In October Beth and I will travel to the southern coast of France for what I am calling our "poets, painters and heretics tour".
First we will spend a few days in Barcelona visiting Gaudi, Joan Miro, Picasso, Dali, and learning about the poets and prose writers of the Catalan language.
From there we will travel to the land of the langue d'oc, the land of the Provencal, language of the troubadors. We will stay at a small farm in the town of Euzet les Bains, and explore outward from there.
To prepare, I have been assembling a collection of books, perhaps too many, but a wonderful way to begin to try and understand these new places, and the cultures, languages and poetics that have developed there. I want to put up a list of the resources that I am using, in hopes that readers will have suggestions of other books and authors, places to go, things to see...
For Barcelona, I start with the Robert Hughes history, just called Barcelona. From there I branch out to read about Gaudi, Miro, Picasso, and Dali. I read George Orwell's Homage to Catalonia, and start to read translations of Catalan language poets and prose writers. I read the mystery novels of Manuel Vasquez Montalban and Zafon's In the Shadow of the Wind.
For Provence, for the Langudoc, the reading is wide. I read Petrarch and hope to visit the location, in Avignon, where he first saw Laura, or to climb Mount Ventoux, ( both Petrarch and Mistral write about their climbs.) I read the troubador poems collected and translated in Proensa, and follow that with the poems and prose of Paul Blackburn, a translator of Troubador poems and also El Cid. I read the poems and memoir of Frederic Mistral, called "the Dante of Provence" - the champion of the Provencal language and culture, and winner of the Nobel Prize for poetry. (He used the money from the Nobel prize to create a museum of Provencal in Arles - another spot to visit) Mistral who says:" and no one knows/through what wild countries/this wandering rose returns". I read about the horses of the Camargue and hope to see them. I read A Walking Tour in Southern France - Ezra Pound among the Troubadors (as Pound walks Provence he speaks of "seeing in a way how many persons may flow through us or flow past us while we are alive."), and also his Spirit of Romance, with its essays on Troubadors, Provencal and more.I read the poems of Rene Char, and then of his American poetic heir Gustaf Sobin, as well as Sobin's three collections of Essays about the Languedoc region (Luminous Debris, Ladder of Shadows, Aura) I read Lawrence Durrell's Caesar's Vast Ghost - Aspects of Provence (Durrell says that in Provence "days come and sigh and disappear") and the travel essays on Arles and Albigensians by Zbigniew Herbert. I read about Van Gogh, Cezanne, Toulouse Lautrec.
For the heretics I dream of visiting Albi, to say hello to the Albigensians, and of visiting various Cathar strongholds.
There is too much, too much. Will I ever know enough in this life. The urge to go on learning, to stay constantly in the role of student of the world -
Pound says
"Fools, readers of books,
go south & live
there"

layers of wind, shadows, voices,
horses on cave walls,
lichen struck limestone hello
Rhone, hello Camargue
the marys floating before the moon
cusp we call to you
in voices of loons, light
across the water to
join you, soon.