HAPPY PHILIP LAMANTIA DAY!

Steven Fama has created a concordance of stars from Philip Lamantia's COLLECTED POEMS -- and he's done it manually as only a true lover of Philip's poetry would wish to do!  You can see Steven's lovely celebration HERE.

Happy Birthday Philip! Many people miss you!

HAVE A GREAT LAMANTIA DAY!

Always happy to note Philip Lamantia Day! Go over to Steven Fama's glade for a timely quote!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHILIP LAMANTIA!

Steven Fama presents -- as he usually does -- a fabulous celebration of Philip Lamantia's birthday. The essay itself becomes a useful (educational) way to reveal the scope of a poem, how one might read “difficult” poems and how one sees the poet’s distillation of a humongous landscape into the minimalist art of a poem. Lovingly brilliant.  Here's an excerpt as regards Philip's poem sparked by the Blue Angels that fly over San Francisco:

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"...take a look if you please at the poem’s first four lines:

Death Jets

three of them have terrorized my apollo finger
most hideous
of human existence
for the umpteenth time, sans life

I dig dig dig this opening salvo, starting with the phrase “apollo finger.”  It’s a term from palmistry that refers to the third or ring finger, said to indicate creativity, artistic flair and love of beauty.  By this metaphor, Lamantia neatly shows that it’s no less than the poetic force itself that the jets attack.  And the verb “terrorized” is exactly right, or so it seems to me as I recall the sudden core-rattling Shock-Shock (yes, I feel a double-startle) of the Blue Angels blasting through low in the sky, shaking windows, spines, and minds.  Lamantia’s disgust at the jets couldn’t be clearer – “most hideous / of human existence” – nor could his core objection to it all – “sans life” – and exasperation at how long it goes on – “for the umpteenth time” (a neat use there of the informal adjective signifying “an indefinitely large number in succession”).

These first four lines show and tell a lot.  But Lamantia obviously wanted something even sharper and clearer, and why not?  As William Blake wrote, “You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.”  And so to emphasize, explicate, and expand his perspectives, Lamantia places the following prose-y section, sub-titled “commentary,” after the poem’s opening stanza....

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Steven's amazing essay continues on to introduce us to the poet Ausias March. Never heard of him?  Moi too. And this essay is a welcome introduction:

Do go HERE for the whole wonderful treatise by Steven Fama -- a fitting celebration to Philip Lamantia's birthday!

BART, WITH(OUT) PHILIP LAMANTIA

16 Years in Bay Area--and, finally, I took the BART for the first time (going from San Francisco to book launch in Berkeley). It was a moment ... because I had promised my first BART ride years ago to be one where Philip Lamantia would be my guide. He would even spring for the fare, the generous poet said. When he passed without that ride taking place, I lost all interest in sampling BART. Friday, I scolded myself, "Toss this silliness aside: get on that subway!" ("Subway"? Well, I'll always be a New Yorker...) So I did, and the experience was both full and empty at the same time. Life is strange -- I'm not sure how I got to be so lucky to spend time with Philip Lamantia, but I did and do miss him. (Here's Garrett Caples on Philip.)