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Thought Cuisine To celebrate 50 years of Burning Deck Press Thanksgiving 2011 Guest of Honor : Keith Waldrop and Rosmarie Waldrop A Menu Poem by Geoffrey Gatza

Thought Cuisine To celebrate 50 years of Burning Deck Press Thanksgiving 2011 Guest of Honor : Keith Waldrop and Rosmarie Waldrop A Menu Poem by Geoffrey Gatza

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Hurray! It’s Thanksgiving once again, another November, another year gone by, and another time to feast with dear friends. This is the tenth Thanksgiving Menu-Poem and we are celebrating the 50th anniversary of Burning Deck Press by toasting the wonderful Keith and Rosmarie Waldrop. The contributions of all three entities: Burning Deck Press, Rosmarie Waldrop and Keith Waldrop on the world of poetry are many and too numerous to mention here but provided in the next section is a full biography with works, awards and links to many forums of discussions on their work. There is also a nice exhibition on Burning Deck Press at the John Hay library, even if it is now ten years old. So make like an egg and beat it on over there and make a day of it! Hurray!

Burning Deck was set up 50 years ago as a home for experimental but it was not rooted in the academic, or a thing for scholars, but rather, something else. A balance of ideas was formed and a place for books that holds the traditional along side the highly experimental. A place for ideas to be worked out in poem and prose and considers itself free to open up the fragilities of being human in our errors and our successes. In the fifty years of Burning Deck, we find deep reality in a body of works that are special, insightful and purposeful. I have done my best to emulate what I imagine they did here at BlazeVOX. It is the chilled orange colorings of November that brings out the gratitude one can feel and share at a gathering of friends and family. It is a time of comforting and inward thankfulness that can be conveyed, together, among friends over a Thanksgiving table.

It was this kind of welcoming I received in Providence earlier this year at the tribute reading held for Michael Gizzi. Michael was a kind friend and supporter. His passing was a horrible moment and his tribute would be a welcome moment. It was a joyful and somber thing to spend a moment with his friends, colleagues and family. The reading was a kind, warm gathering on a very cold night. There were poems and music that managed to overcome those murky feelings that are summoned up at the thought of your missing friend. An it was in this spirit we moved, like penguins in the frozen Providence night to the warmth of the Waldrop’s home, a house that appears to be made up entirely of books. It was wonderful, like a visit to the home one always imagines the living arrangements of the lifelong literati might look like. A beautiful welcoming sense of the possible seems to reside with them. In their kind manner and indefinable, ageless sense of cool one cannot help but think how grand is life!

This was not the first time I had envisioned myself living a modern romantic life as the Waldrop’s do. I had met both Keith and Rosmarie before in Buffalo. I was one of those nameless faces that swerve past them with wide-eyed gleams in awe of what they have accomplish as individuals, as artists, as poets, as translators and as publishers. Keith Waldrop was born in Kansas; and as he so politely puts it, he doesn’t want to die in Kansas. He has been away for over fifty years and so we will not mention it any further. He now lives in Providence, an aptly named place for beloved poets to live. For me, the poems of Keith Waldrop may be the most beautiful expressions of humanity I have read that was created in my lifetime. In the experimental it is often hard to find oneself overwhelmed with emotion, to well up over some passing phrasing, that if expressed in another form might not provoke a similar response. Take Pound for example, I find myself enthralled by his words and essays, but never feel moved to tears. But Keith’s work manages to find that spark of humanity in his gathering and shaping. Poems that are collages of other works, words, used as building blocks and shaped, not cut and paste projects; Keith carves out poetry in all of its ponderous beauty from the word that make up our collective memory. What are we but an amalgam t
Hurray! It’s Thanksgiving once again, another November, another year gone by, and another time to feast with dear friends. This is the tenth Thanksgiving Menu-Poem and we are celebrating the 50th anniversary of Burning Deck Press by toasting the wonderful Keith and Rosmarie Waldrop. The contributions of all three entities: Burning Deck Press, Rosmarie Waldrop and Keith Waldrop on the world of poetry are many and too numerous to mention here but provided in the next section is a full biography with works, awards and links to many forums of discussions on their work. There is also a nice exhibition on Burning Deck Press at the John Hay library, even if it is now ten years old. So make like an egg and beat it on over there and make a day of it! Hurray!

Burning Deck was set up 50 years ago as a home for experimental but it was not rooted in the academic, or a thing for scholars, but rather, something else. A balance of ideas was formed and a place for books that holds the traditional along side the highly experimental. A place for ideas to be worked out in poem and prose and considers itself free to open up the fragilities of being human in our errors and our successes. In the fifty years of Burning Deck, we find deep reality in a body of works that are special, insightful and purposeful. I have done my best to emulate what I imagine they did here at BlazeVOX. It is the chilled orange colorings of November that brings out the gratitude one can feel and share at a gathering of friends and family. It is a time of comforting and inward thankfulness that can be conveyed, together, among friends over a Thanksgiving table.

It was this kind of welcoming I received in Providence earlier this year at the tribute reading held for Michael Gizzi. Michael was a kind friend and supporter. His passing was a horrible moment and his tribute would be a welcome moment. It was a joyful and somber thing to spend a moment with his friends, colleagues and family. The reading was a kind, warm gathering on a very cold night. There were poems and music that managed to overcome those murky feelings that are summoned up at the thought of your missing friend. An it was in this spirit we moved, like penguins in the frozen Providence night to the warmth of the Waldrop’s home, a house that appears to be made up entirely of books. It was wonderful, like a visit to the home one always imagines the living arrangements of the lifelong literati might look like. A beautiful welcoming sense of the possible seems to reside with them. In their kind manner and indefinable, ageless sense of cool one cannot help but think how grand is life!

This was not the first time I had envisioned myself living a modern romantic life as the Waldrop’s do. I had met both Keith and Rosmarie before in Buffalo. I was one of those nameless faces that swerve past them with wide-eyed gleams in awe of what they have accomplish as individuals, as artists, as poets, as translators and as publishers. Keith Waldrop was born in Kansas; and as he so politely puts it, he doesn’t want to die in Kansas. He has been away for over fifty years and so we will not mention it any further. He now lives in Providence, an aptly named place for beloved poets to live. For me, the poems of Keith Waldrop may be the most beautiful expressions of humanity I have read that was created in my lifetime. In the experimental it is often hard to find oneself overwhelmed with emotion, to well up over some passing phrasing, that if expressed in another form might not provoke a similar response. Take Pound for example, I find myself enthralled by his words and essays, but never feel moved to tears. But Keith’s work manages to find that spark of humanity in his gathering and shaping. Poems that are collages of other works, words, used as building blocks and shaped, not cut and paste projects; Keith carves out poetry in all of its ponderous beauty from the word that make up our collective memory. What are we but an amalgam t

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Thought Cuisine
To celebrate 50 years of Burning Deck Press
 
Thanksgiving 2011
Guest of Honor : Keith Waldrop and Rosmarie Waldrop
 A Menu Poem
 
Thought CuisineTo celebrate 50 years of Burning Deck Pressby Geoffrey GatzaCopyright © 2011Published by BlazeVOX [books]All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced withoutthe publisher’s written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews.Printed in the United States of AmericaBook design by Geoffrey GatzaFirst EditionBlazeVOX [books]76 Inwood PlaceBuffalo, NY 14209Editor@blazevox.org
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