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24 August 2005

More on California's Poet Laureate, Al Young

Alyoung02aHat tip to TBV reader Joan Peterson, who caught my piece on California's new poet laureate, Al Young, even though it had scrolled off the front page — and pointed me to a story about Al in today's L.A. Times.

Times writer Scott Martelle captures the qualities that make Al so remarkable a figure in the worlds of literature, music and academe — as well as a great international spokesman for the best in American culture. Al brings the full, immediate, emotional power of poetry to readers and listeners. As he says, there's nothing hard about poetry. It's natural. It's social. We ordinary folk are distanced from poetry today, and he blames the Modernists and their co-conspirators in the academy for that:

"Eliot and Pound and that whole bunch made poetry seem difficult," Young said during a lengthy interview spanning the train rides between Berkeley and Sacramento. "They generated the idea that if poetry weren't obscure or learned, then it wasn't really poetry…. For Americans in the 19th century, poetry was one of the main forms of entertainment. People memorized poems, they sat around and read it to each other. They bought poetry. Poetry was reviewed like novels are now." With modernism, "poetry disappeared into the academy. We teach it as something that we're not going to naturally understand."

The article makes mention of a website Al had told me he hopes to set up, wearing his Poet Laureate hat — as part of his lifelong project to "bring poetry to the people, and people to poetry" (to paraphrase our BE for Change motto). It will be a "virtual coffeehouse" for poets, set up under the aegis of the state library.

"It would be of particular use to students and teachers," Young said. "We're hashing it out, but I think it could be a really good thing. There's so much going on with poetry in California."

In a strange ironic twist, Al's longtime publisher closed its doors some time ago, and his books are out of print. He told me that there's a new "Collected" in the works, but meanwhile, you can find his novels and poems through used book sellers. Barnes & Noble has the most complete list I've come across. "Sitting Pretty," "Seduction by Light" and "Who is Angelina" are the novels I'd go to first. Al has a remarkable ability to tell stories through the eyes and voices of strong women — no small accomplishment for male novelists. As for the poems, well, you will get lost in them. Not lost as you might in the intellectual convolutions of Pound and Eliot. Lost, as in immersed in worlds beyond your own boundaries.

I can safely promise that you will embrace the journey and be amply rewarded for the effort you make to track down Al's books and experience him for yourself.

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Al Young is an awesome guy. I'm so glad you're giving him the attention and respect he deserves.

I envy you your time with him.

Posted by: RJ Eskow | Aug 24, 2005 3:07:38 PM

Not really related but I've had something of an encounter with a poet laureate .. of Queens that is. Hal Sirowitz. Being a regular at a bar in Williamsburg in Brooklyn exposed me to the Williamsburg artist community. That community includes musicians (though they're often part of a somewhat socially separate scene) painters, sculptors, film makers and writers, including poets. That's how I happened to hear Hal Sirowitz one evening. Upstairs in the art gallery of a bar.

He read from his work in a slow nerdy dead pan manner. Not a great reader but then again I find the recordings of Dylan Thomas to be stuffy and nasal. The delivery was so dead pan that it took a while to realize how funny what he was saying was. Something of a delayed reaction. The visuals said boring and the audio seemed to agree, but the vocals, slowly translated into thoughts and images, said hilarious. The ears perked up, the mouth laughed and then the brain finally clued in to the wit of the words.

But that was years ago when he was the poet laureate of Queens, which he never mentioned. That title has moved on to a new poet. I saw Hal again last year in the east Village. This time he read with great difficulty. His hands shook and his head nodded side to side uncontrollably. What's wrong?!! I later found out that Mr. Sirowitz has multiple sclerosis. The poet laureate of Queens is a fighter fighting for his voice and his art.

Posted by: Amos Anan | Aug 25, 2005 2:34:57 PM

Amos,

How small is the world? Lemme tell ya. My daughter, Hilary, who lives here now, went to school in New York with Katrine and Lizzie Westergaard. Katrine was an "early adopter" of Williamsburg. She was a designer, wasn't making any money, went to bartender school, tended bar someplace where somebody "discovered" her, and now she is the owner of — whoops, I'm blanking on the name, but I'll get it for you from my daughter. Hilary, tells me it's THE hot bar! Meanwhile, Lizzie, who shares digs in Williamsburg with her sister, took hold of her guitar, became a busker and now sings paid gigs. She opened for a group here (in SB) last night at one of our best music venues, SoHo. I heard part of her set over the telephone, and it sounded really good.

The idea of the Poet Laureate of Queens tickles me so — you've made my day. Except that I'm sad for Mr. Sirowitz. MS is a dreadful business. I wish him well.

Posted by: Ellen Dana Nagler | Aug 25, 2005 5:09:13 PM

Lol!

Lizzie West. First saw her at Pete's Candy Store, a WB bar with a great super small wood lined music room in the back shaped like a railroad car. Talked with her and her then boyfriend from Montreal - Sharky Favorite or something.

You're thinking of "The Stinger Club" where Lizzie's sister works or worked. Haven't been there in years.

Posted by: Amos Anan | Aug 25, 2005 6:58:27 PM

Too much! Maybe the world is indeed a large place, except if you come from New York. In which case, everybody else is no more than two degrees of separation from wherever you are.

I marvel when I think of the three women as girls in their Chapin uniforms. Thank goodness they (and I) managed to escape from the Upper East Side.

Update: Hil tells me that per her visit with Lizzie last night, Katrine has sold the bar; and Lizzie is on a Quest in the West, and will be back in SB in December. I hope this time she'll be headlining. Hil says she's that good.

Posted by: Ellen Dana Nagler | Aug 25, 2005 7:05:53 PM

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