Thursday, July 31, 2003

The gallery 21 Grand is a former auto body shop along the northern edge of Oakland's downtown. Whatever exhibit is showing has been temporarily displaced to make room for the more than 60 people who will turn up for the reading I gave with Mary Burger. Looking around as the audience gathers, I'm startled — nearly stunned — at how many different worlds of my poetry have arrived all in one room.

 

My nephew Daniel and niece Valerie have driven down from Seattle. Tom Marshall & K. Silem Mohammed, who appear to have met only once or twice, have both come up from Santa Cruz. Eileen Tabios has descended from wherever it is she lives in the wine country. Tim Yu is shorter than I had imagined & has a terrific smile. Richard Krech, who published my very first poetry back in 1965, is there in a straw porkpie hat. And of course so many of the poets by whose work I have for so many decades measured & tested my own: David Melnick, Lyn Hejinian, Jean Day, Bob Grenier, Alan Bernheimer, Kit Robinson, Stephen Ratcliffe (looking more windblown than ever) & Stephen Vincent. Kevin Killian sits in the front row & kari edwards introduces herself, as do Stephanie Young & Chris Sullivan. There is one of my saxophone heroes, Larry Ochs, and two flute players, Ahnie Barker & Yana Zimmerman. If I have an imaginary "perfect audience" for a poetry reading (my sons sitting attentive in the first row, Krishna a few rows back with my nephew & niece), this is as close as it will come to ever being real. I realize that I owe curator Michael Cross big-time.

 

I realize also how these different worlds of poetry inhabit this room at one instant in time, but don't blend into any homogenous thing. One great gift that my blog has given me in the past year has been access to a world of poetry very different from the one I'd previously inhabited. It is, to large measure (a greater one than I'm usually apt to admit) the most active poetry scene going, composed primarily of writers putting out not their 20th or 30th book, but rather their first, second, third.