Traveling Too

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Athens I sat between orange trees
the pedestal statuary from centuries past
frozen in that moment as I am

Wandered streets and bookstores, bathed
in Greek sunlight from a sidewalk
café against the chill of March in Toronto

Read Seferis again for the first time, saw
his and Henry Miller’s steps and Lawrence
Durrell as each walked in Cavafy’s bright

Hungry for spit-roasted beef in souvlaki
from the town square, the populace there
as I spoke Greek aloud wondrous about everything

Taking flight to Corfu after the small trolley
laden with drachmas 2 feet high passed
through Omonia Square towards the bank

The night piers against the waves showing
alien forms of giant rats on patrol the shapes
of small dogs against the Ionian sea

Where I caught a cold turned bronchitis
overnight, touring a motorcycle through villages,
dining on goat with a family before

The next day’s sail to Brindisi, sun soaked
upper deck while below puke swamped washrooms,
slopping between tourist sandals and shoes

Myself immune until Rome where I bathed clean
socks in a sink, but not before night travel
through mountains and Berlin afterwards, wars

Ongoing somewhere in another countryside,
blood and bleached bones, dust swirling hopes
away from the tides of time each swam in

As I walked beside the Tiber, entered the Vatican
alone to stare at Michelangelo’s pride
gold and gems everywhere, Roman polizei

Guarding stores for the rich before the Spanish
steps led me into Keats’ room, and small bed
his poetry on a desk a light against his disappearance

To arrive empty in Paris, becoming myself I
had only guessed undenied
the small change I carried a different evidence

Of crimes enshrined against such discovery
in the lands of fools proclaiming all knowledge
their own beneath the changing skies of Battersea

Camden town, San Luis and Kentucky a shroud
believed sterilized against the giant selves
patiently alive yet none the wiser alone in all times

© Dean Baker

When I was 21 I traveled to Europe for the first time with less than $200 in my pocket,
having written 95% of The Moon Worn Tides https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01L0AB54I
and Soliloquies Of The Horizons https://www.amazon.com/Soliloquies-Horizons-Prose-Poems-2/dp/1537202529 among many other poems & songs, and having traveled across Canada twice and been to Miami alone as well, I was eager to just go….

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Dean J. Baker - Poetry, and prose poems

Fuck politics, news and our bullshit culture –
liars, thieves and one-trick ponies,
people dumb enough to rent space in their heads
to the corrupt in literature and academia

Congratulate themselves on disinterest, an
endless tribute to Helen Keller
wallowing in the logorrheic effluvia that passes
for praised independence never experienced

The whirlwind dust corporate
sway, plague of lust as such become
customary hope and prayer:
flag of the stupid few always for sale where

Power, greed and contrivance ever rule
amongst the egotist diviners of nothing new

©Dean Baker

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PETTY GODS OF APPARENT DECLINE

My new book is available for pre-order here – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PZ4ZXGT

PETTY GODS OF APPARENT DECLINE

  • ..the sum  +++ of all my other books – sine qua non ne plus ultra poema

120 pages

‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

‘Vital, intense and uncompromising – singular in clarity, artistry, and authenticity.’

‘Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

Dark Earth – ‘Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems…’‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read…’

Silence Louder Than A Train – ‘Highly recommended…’‘… one would be hard pressed to do better…’‘…savagely introspective..’

‘Dean’s books will someday be required reading…’

©Dean Baker

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Patrick Lane, a great Canadian poet – and his poem, Legacies

Oh, Canaduh

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Patrick Lane, a great Canadian poet. In the tradition of Al Purdy, and Charles Bukowski for those who are unfamiliar with great Poetry. The designation I use – the Canadian part, anyway – to specify country of origin.

Of course as to great and to a degree greatly unremarked poets except or even including within the country of their origins I would have to also mention Kenneth Patchen, whose book The Journal Of Albion Moonlight is not strictly poetry yet is poetry at the core. Something along the lines of Louis Ferdinand Celine‘s Journey To The End Of The Night, or his great Death On The Installment Plan. A few books, along with Djuna Barne‘s Nightwood and a few of Anais Nin‘s, with Blaise Cendrar’s ought to be de rigeur reading ( especially so his Moravagine).

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The Poet In Journals – St. Denys Garneau

One of my favorite books from ages ago, The Journal Of St. Denys Garneau which I discovered in a bargain bin at the Coles where Neil Young worked.
I had been frequenting the Champlain bookstore in Toronto, when I first saw a mention of him, picking up books in the European style or French style, uncut pages you had to razor open to read Marie Claire Blais, Anne Hébert(Garneau’s cousin), and others, etc. Which of course led to other readings of Hubert Aquin, Michel Tremblay, etc etc.

All their works were distinguishable from  but inseparable from others such as Marian Engel’s Bear, Miriam Waddington’s poems, Frank Scott’s certainly, or Monique Bosco’s Lot’s Wife.

Favorite because it fit right in with circumstances of thought, countryside and origin (I’d go to read it in solitude in a place near Ottawa, having visited my mother’s birthplace in Campbell’s Bay, Quebec), and the poetic disclosures. The discovery attached to slicing open pages, and translating – since the poems were in French – always felt fresh and new, and I could see what was missed in other translations though John Glassco’s comes closest.

Reminded me that favorites are often due to a time and place, as are poets whose popularity mysteriously decline upon their deaths; similar to the most popular novelists of decades or centuries past whom not many can even recall.

The book lasts for many reasons then, one of which would be the essential self, made bare without being mired in the spectacles which pass for a self these days, through literate and real details as is the case in many of his poems at whatever level they may be taken.

He was as much a denizen of my ‘neighborhood’ of spirits and souls as Shelley, Shakespeare, or reaching back, Archilochus, and Marcus Aurelius.

©Dean Baker

For The Feminist Few – William Godwin, Mary Wollstonecraft, Mary Shelley, Percy Shelley: Father, Mother, Daughter, Poet

 

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William Godwin, father of Mary Shelley, and husband to Mary Wollstonecraft, her mother, wrote a book which has influenced many great poets and writers, and ought to influence many more.

Not in the sense of being a treatise, or bible of belief, but as fertile ground for what is inspiring and true in the entirety of the book.

An Enquiry Concerning Political Justice was written in 1793, during the French Revolution.  “Its powerful critique of the institutions of government and support for individual liberty of judgement raises profound questions about the nature of our duty to others that is still relevant today.” – https://global.oup.com/academic/product/an-enquiry-concerning-political-justice-9780199642625

“No work gave such a blow to the philosophical mind of the country as the celebrated Enquiry … Tom Paine was considered for a time as Tom Fool to him, Paley an old woman, Edmund Burke a flashy sophist. Truth, moral truth, it was supposed had here taken up its abode; and these were the oracles of thought.” – William Hazlitt, Spirit Of The Age

This book served the poet Shelley his entire life, as well as Byron and many others following.

https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2785985-enquiry-concerning-political-justice-and-its-influence-on-modern-morals

 

 

In 1792 Mary Wollstonecraft  wrote  wollstonecraft A Vindication Of The Rights Of Women (With Strictures On Political and Moral Subjects), of which there are many great quotes to be derived. Such as “If women be educated for dependence; that is, to act according to the will of another fallible being, and submit, right or wrong, to power, where are we to stop?”

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Mary Shelley, with the benefit of inspiring suggestions from both Shelley and Byron, made her book maryshelley  Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus in 1818 when she was only 21.

All three of these books have a suggestive confluence together and apart; are revelatory for their own reasons, as such as was being created in those times when it may have been less difficult, or apparently so, for some great and unique literature to be created appears as obvious and transparent truths due not to the age but the authors’ abilities.

 

 

And all in a measure with one of the greats of poetry, Percy Bysshe Shelley, one of my most favorite poets ( along with John Donne, George Herbert, etc etc).

 

©Dean J.Baker

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