C : I believe I saw, and probably read some of, the Lowefels
anthology back in the mid-60s. The 60s
were, in fact, a "golden age" for American political poetry--the "Beat," poets,
black and female poets, etc. From the
mid-50s to mid-70s was an exciting period.
I haven't seen the Linder-edited
modern anthology that you mention, but I have seen others of that type and I
also believe they are lacking in a "unified idea." (That is something we can hope to remedy!) I think that's what we're working towards: a
unified idea that addresses environmental, political and artistic
concerns. A global vision for this new
millennium!
P : In 10 days I'm leaving for Crimea to stay there for about
a month, where access to the Internet is sporadic. Therefore, if we could agree on some
plans/authors/ideas, I would take some with me to work with.
C : I'll send you some plans/authors/ideas under separate
cover. Meantime, let's end this first cycle
with you recent poem that you posted at Dissident Voice. Then we can take up our dialogue after your
return. Let's show folks what your
poetic side is all about, since we're basically introducing ourselves now. Then, in our next conversation, we'll talk
more specifically about "anarchy," (which idea needs much
clarification, btw), Robinson Jeffers,
and an aesthetics of environmentalism, etc.
So, how about your poem now?
P : Okay if you "twist my arm!" Here it is:
Оde
to Anarchy
By Vik Postnikov
When I was young I heard it in the songs of
Bob Dylan- -
his voice and guitar
had the power to destroy the gray walls of authorities,
The walls that were meant to encapsulate my soul.
I saw it in the films and read between the
lines -
of the books that were written
by many recalcitrant minds; they passed to me
this twig of rebellion from past generations.
I heard it in the cries of newly-born babies
-
sucking ferociously their milk,
they gazed upon this world with an equal look,
they demanded what was assigned to them.
I heard it in the laughs of young boys and
girls -
yearning for the impossible,
they had a special taste for adventure,
they were the captains of their fate.
I heard it in the clashes of revolutions and
mutinies -
new and old alike;
they smashed the rotten order,
and hailed a new dawn.
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