My Way_ Speeches and Poems - Charles Bernstein
My Way_ Speeches and Poems - Charles Bernstein
My Way_ Speeches and Poems - Charles Bernstein
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ROBIN ON HIS OWN 169<br />
'mother may It''') but rarely from this to thought. Such period exercises<br />
convinced me-I was then, as now, eager, not to say anxious, to be convinced<br />
of that which I was already convinced-that rationalist thought<br />
of this kind was mannerist at best, a not-quite-harmless hobby for ethicists<br />
on vacation from the entangling "restlessness" I <strong>and</strong> "disturbed meanings"2<br />
which no manner of mannerism could hope to smooth over.<br />
I am not there where I am the plaything<br />
of my thought<br />
I think about what I am<br />
there where<br />
I do not think! am thinking (135)<br />
Still, it was the philosophers, or one of them, that pointed me in the direction<br />
of Blaser, who was, in those days as now, a blazing light in the dustbowl<br />
of campus ratiocination, a Northwest beacon on which I could set<br />
my poetic compass: "the Far West of the mind" (134).<br />
Robin Blaser was <strong>and</strong> remains my introduction to, not, oh my god,<br />
postwar North American poetry, the New American poetry, the San Francisco<br />
Renaissance, the Boston Gang, Canadian postmodemism, poets of<br />
the 50s generation, poet-critics, poetics professors, serial poetry, the<br />
Magic Workshop Circle, renegade artists of Idaho, the practice of outside,<br />
the poetics of citation, the Vancouver scene, or, indeed, the new Nervalians<br />
(a.k.a. Robin <strong>and</strong> the Chimeras-<br />
I wanna see those chimeras swing<br />
Just like in frays gone by<br />
Let me hear those chimeras sting<br />
Chirpin' at the voids in the sky<br />
-) not to underplay the value of all such frames, which we will happily<br />
continue with over the next few days.<br />
Blaser, that is, was my introduction-at the crucial point in my life when<br />
writing poetry was becoming central-not just to particular poets <strong>and</strong> contexts<br />
of poets, but more importantly to possibilities for poetry. Robin<br />
Blaser's work is an induction into poetry as a "shattered" (151) mapping of<br />
the uncharitable yet-always-being charted aspirations <strong>and</strong> desperations,<br />
inhabitations <strong>and</strong> reparations, of the soul in <strong>and</strong> as language. It is an induce-<br />
1. Robin Blaser, "The Recovery of the Public World", draft MS, p. 34. Subsequent references<br />
to this essay are preceded by "RPW".<br />
2. Robin Blaser, "The Violets: <strong>Charles</strong> Olson <strong>and</strong> Alfred North Whitehead", Line 2 (1983):<br />
61. Subsequent references to this essay are preceded by 'V". In Cups: "AI disturbance in the cone I<br />
of weather"; reprinted in Blaser, The Holy Forest (Toronto: Coach House Press, 1993), p. 3. Subsequent<br />
references to The Holy Forest are given by page number alone. See also note 5.