- •Unit one
- •I will teach you in my verse
- •I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
- •Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
- •Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
- •Is a paling stout and spiky?
- •It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
- •Islington and Isle of Wight,
- •I like them all!
- •Unit two
- •I'm Joe Linn, I come from San Francisco. I'm leaving for Peking.
- •I'm going to learn Chinese. I know some words already
- •I hope you like Peking.
- •Unit three
- •It’s cuz we're concentrating
- •Is reality’s accordion. Unexpectedly
- •I thought this was
- •I took drama
- •Into my own hands and alongside
- •I told you not to do it and you did it again!
- •Unit four
- •Violently engaged. But it was the artists
- •I looked left toward the little bridge,
- •Incredibly enough, being led
- •In servizio sulla Linea Mediterraneo - Nord America sailing 1968
- •Unit five
- •It was “about breeding.”. Breeding yes, I flashed the thought of all the deaths
- •In the birdcage
- •In the face of “what counts
- •It’s pennies”. In o-eight
- •Unit six
- •In the feminist fable
- •Into activist or choose to manifest
- •In smokey loops
- •Unit seven
- •Is That Why They Call Them Flower Children?
- •In a high school senior play, shouting
- •In broken English and rapid Greek about tanks
- •Into citizens, just now, in the streets of Prague.
- •I was running
- •In the gutters
- •I still see blue sky and sea under sun and wind
- •Is a little dock, still a black rock beach, footprints
- •Unit eight
- •In search of Athena and Apollo’s
- •In different, steaming jungles in Vietnam.
- •Unit nine
- •Voice spilling. He will not
- •Voices soften thick air and as they sing every
- •If you run after two hares you will catch neither.
- •Unit ten
- •In rural Turkey?
- •I feel sure that was the afternoon
- •Unit eleven
- •In Athens the Greek music
- •I squint myself into your eight and ten year old eyes to conger
- •Into a monster. Other answers are better buried.
- •Sideducking Your Question
- •Family Game
- •Irresistible
- •Is a room whose boundaries invite me to compose
- •Is a room
- •Answering Machine
- •Into the room where only
- •The Business of a Clean Sweep
- •The Night House
- •Into half truths. Simply an issue of light.
- •In her house in the middle
- •University Weather
- •Clinic Wait
- •Is in an exam.
- •The Baroness of Ballard
- •In hers. He says
- •Is dying but she is hanging-on.
- •Salzbergwerk Berchtesgaden in Germany
- •I forget where we were headed but it rained.
- •It was dark, a musty smell and the guide’s voice
- •Passages in the Bad-Hotel Zum Hirsh
- •Milltown Maltbay, Cookery School
- •Fourth Day at the Literary Seminar
- •In pink overstuffed
- •You Hated to Practice
- •Our Teacher Says Music is Her Mission
- •In a room that is the color of ice. First Rehearsal of the Opera, "Andrea Chénier"
- •Emanuel Ax, Hunger & Taste
- •Barometric Pressure
- •Its little ledges of blue slow motion
- •Inflaming the cheek after the slap.
- •The Question of the Color of the Walls
- •In splats of blistering gold & refresh ourselves in grapefruit.
- •Eau de California
- •The Perfumer
- •Afterimage of the Bird of Passage
- •The Most Important Thing to Save When the House is Burning Down
- •I needed that.
In the feminist fable
emboldened us as we tossed off shoes and bras
wore mini skirts up
at our ptuti and moo-moos to our toes,
donned headbands
and grew hair to our hips.
Maxi measured several inches longer
than the midi..
Midi-coats and maxi skirts and wraparound happi-jackets
along with fits-all
panty-hose liberated locked knees and need
to fold our hands,
sit, ladies, up straight.
By painting
on flowers, peace symbols and smiley faces
we could transform naked
Into activist or choose to manifest
the Moroccan look
of opulence, rings on every finger and advocate
an Arabian influence
of yellow-crepe with the wearer
displaying her concept of personality quintessentially
American,
smelling of patchouli and more patchouli swaying
In smokey loops
of cannabis flouncing, while the mercantile mercenary
beauty industry
was wearing a painted thugs face slinging slogans
worn threadbare by overuse.
Unit seven
Exercise 1. Read, translate and transcribe the following poem by American poet Carol Levin from the collection “Place one foot here”. Write down all unknown words into your dictionary. Use them in sentences of your own:
Is That Why They Call Them Flower Children?
At this moment in San Francisco Ken Kesey
and the Merry Pranksters make up
Kool-Aide in a painted bus on Filmore
to experiment with the psychedelic explosion
of a new world order of love.
Comfy in Seattle Grandpa and Grandma
hug the poodle devouring his biscuit, they write,
send love missing us, and we, in the Meteora Taverna
on a narrow side street near the corner
of Apollonos and Patron lick our fingers,
slice lamb and caution the kids
there’s a charge for bread noting nothing comes cheap.
A wiry young man his dark eyes hungry
for attention bursts in like an opening scene
In a high school senior play, shouting
In broken English and rapid Greek about tanks
chewing up streets, rifles spitting
Into citizens, just now, in the streets of Prague.
Stabbing air with our forks
for emphasis we mentally
figure out how many miles
the Soviet army is from the steam
kettle heat where we sit in Athens.
The children ask, in mind of a picture
they once saw, “do you think
they shoot flowers out of the guns?"
Exercise 2. Make up a list of flowers names according to the model in exercise 2, Unit 1. Read, translate and transcribe each word on the list. Repeat for clarity of articulation. Work for precision with a minimum of tension. After you have accurately mastered the phrases for clarity, work for speed in repetition: Use the terms in sentences of your own.
Exercise 3. Read the following poem by Carol Levin. Repeat the verbs over and over. Accuracy first, the speed! Make a recording of the way you sound as you begin your studies, and then make a comparison, recording every six to twelve months:
Emilie Relishes Her Tale Of the Civilized Parisians
“We don’t give a damn about the General” chanted 10,000 marching through the streets of Paris
Residents floated
white hankies
from apartment
windows laced
with fresh lemon juice
for us to clasp across
our noses
on Bastille Day--
Oh.--
That’s wrong.
The gendarme sweep
jangled down avenues
not July--- but May
and began
at the Place de la Bastille.