Thursday, February 4, 2010

In Spite of Everything the Stars


Like a stunned piano, like a bucket

of fresh milk flung into the air

or a dozen fists of confetti

thrown hard at a bride

stepping down from the altar,

the stars surprise the sky.

Think of dazed stones

floating overhead, or an ocean

of starfish hung up to dry. Yes,

like a conductor's expectant arm

about to lift toward the chorus,

or a juggler's plates defying gravity,

or a hundred fastballs fired at once

and freezing in midair, the stars

startle the sky over the city.


EDWARD HIRSH



This is one of the poems to be voted on by Portland's Poetry in Motion.


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Grecian Temples


Grecian Temples

by George Bilgere

Because I'm getting pretty gray at the temples,
which negatively impacts my earning potential
and does not necessarily attract vibrant young women
with their perfumed bosoms to dally with me
on the green hillside,
I go out and buy some Grecian Hair Formula.

And after the whole process, which involves
rubber gloves, a tiny chemistry set,
and perfect timing, I look great.
I look very fresh and virile, full of earning potential.
But when I take my fifteen-year-old beagle
out for his evening walk, the contrast is unfortunate.
Next to me he doesn't look all that great,
with his graying snout, his sort of faded,
worn-out-dog look. It makes me feel old,
walking around with a dog like that.

It's not something a potential employer,
much less a vibrant young woman with a perfumed bosom
would necessarily go for. So I go out
and get some more Grecian Hair Formula—
Light Brown, my beagle's original color.
And after all the rigmarole he looks terrific.
I mean, he's not going to win any friskiness contests,
not at fifteen. But there's a definite visual improvement.
The two of us walk virilely around the block.


























The next day a striking young woman at the bookstore
happens to ask me about my parents,
who are, in fact, long dead, due to the effects of age.
They were very old, which causes death.
But having dead old parents does not go
with my virile, intensely fresh new look.

So I say to the woman, my parents are fine.
They love their active lifestyle in San Diego.
You know, windsurfing, jai alai, a still-vibrant sex life.
And while this does not necessarily cause her
to come dally with me on the green hillside, I can tell
it doesn't hurt my chances.

I can see her imagining dinner
with my sparkly, young-seeming mom and dad
at some beachside restaurant
where we would announce our engagement.

Your son has great earning potential,
she'd say to dad, who would take
a gander at her perfumed bosom
and give me a wink, like he used to do
back when he was alive, and vibrant.

"Grecian Temples" by George Bilgere, from The White Museum. © Autumn House Press, 2010.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Atlas

clipped from www.guardian.co.uk
Largest book in the world goes on show for the first time

Klencke Atlas, which is 350 years old, will be displayed as part of British Library exhibition on maps



  • guardian.co.uk, Tuesday 26 January 2010 16.41 GMT


  • The Klencke Atlas has never been publicly displayed with its pages open before. Photograph: British Library



    It takes six people to lift it and has been recorded as the largest book in the world, yet the splendid Klencke Atlas, presented to Charles II on his restoration and now 350 years old, has never been publicly displayed with its pages open. That glaring omission is to be rectified, it was announced by the British Library today, when it will be displayed as one of the stars of its big summer exhibition about maps.


    The summer show will feature about 100 maps, considered some of the greatest in the world, with three-quarters of them going on display for the first time.


    At the exhibition's core will be wall maps, many of them huge, which tell a story that is much more than geography. Many of them, said the library's head of map collections, Peter Barber: "Hold their own with great works of art."


    He added: "This is the first map exhibition of its type because, normally, when you think of maps you think of geography, or measurement or accuracy."


    The exhibition aims to challenge people's assumptions about maps and celebrate their magnificence, as demonstrated by the 37 maps in the Klencke Atlas, which was intended as an encyclopaedic summary of the world.


    It is almost absurdly huge – 1.75 metres (5ft) tall and 1.9 metres (6ft) wide – and was given to the king by Dutch merchants and placed in his cabinet of curiosities.


    "It is going to be quite a spectacle," said Tom Harper, head of antiquarian maps. "Even standing beside it is quite unnerving."


    As a contrast, one of the smallest maps in the world, a fingernail-sized German coin from 1773 showing a bird's eye view of Nuremberg, will be exhibited close by.


    The exhibition will show how great maps could be as important as great art. Before 1800 – "that's when the rot set in," joked Barber – were you to visit palaces or the homes of the wealthy, maps would have been almost as prominent as paintings or sculptures or tapestries.


    They were an important status symbol. Rich men would have a map of the world to show their worldliness; a map of the Holy Land to show their piety; a map of their estate to show their wealth; and a map of their home county or city to show how loyal a citizen they were.


    They would also be personalised. For example, a map made in 1582 for Sir Philip Parker of Smallburgh in Norfolk also includes a little Brueghel-esque figure of a man with a monkey on his back: a mocking reference to his recently deceased half-brother Lord Morley, a Catholic and a family embarrassment who "spent his time wandering fairly pointlessly around southern Europe", said Barber. "It is a way of saying 'I'm not like that'."


    Barber and Harper have chosen to exhibit maps from more than 4.5m held in the library's collection – the second biggest in the world after the Library of Congress.


    Barber said the maps were all made for adornment but "at a deeper level they were made for propaganda. It's all spin. Every map is an exaggeration because you can never 100% capture reality on a reduced surface.


    "Up until 1800 people expected maps in these contexts and enjoyed them, but in the course of the 18th century you got the growth of the cult of science, the belief that maps were to do with geography and the only thing that was important was its accuracy."


    Barber believes maps are too neglected, particularly by art historians. "In a way we are trying to redress this. The official credo is the only thing that counts about a map is that they are utilitarian objects not really meant for display and that is not the case."


    There will also be maps where the propaganda role has been more explicit, such as a Nazi poster produced in Vichy France which shows Churchill as an evil, cigar-chomping sea monster whose attempts to seize Africa and the Middle East were being thwarted by Axis forces, bloodily clipping his tentacles.


    Then there are political propaganda posters which use maps – one even features a reference to removing troops from Afghanistan. The cartoons on the posters were used in the election campaign of 1880 and one shows Disraeli as a great hero assassinating "the windbag" Gladstone and maintaining the British link with Ireland. A cannon on the map is a mocking reference to Gladstone's call for soldiers to be withdrawn from Afghanistan.


    A pro-Gladstone poster drawn by the same cartoonist has the Liberal leader killing Disraeli with a pen.


    Gladstone won the election by a landslide.


    Magnificent maps: Power, Propaganda and Art is at the British Library from 30 April to 19 September.


    Berry Botanical Closes

    The Berry Botanical Garden, Part 1


    February 1, 2010 by june


    The Oregonian recently had an article about the Berry Botanical Garden. The Garden, located in Dunthorpe, a few miles out of Portland, harbors rare plants collected for almost a hundred years. It is a botanical treasure of the region. Because of financial exigencies, it will be closing down soon, giving its rare seed collection to Portland State. The land, 6 acres of high value property in a high-end suburb, will probably be sold. So before it closed, we took a trip out to see it. It's not easy to find, and it's open by appointment only, but the staffers are friendly and, I suspect, very protective of their treasures. The garden was the work of Rae Selling Berry (1881- 1976.) She was a plant collector, scouring the Oregon mountains for rare rhododendrons, primula, and alpine plants that were in danger of going extinct. When she died, a non-profit foundation bought the estate, but now must close it down.


    Wikipedia has a fine article on the Garden and Rae Selling Berry's collections, as well as a couple of good photos, so I won't rehearse that here. But I'm always astonished to find that in the midst of urban traffic and clutter, there exist havens of douglas furs, spring fed ravines, and lovingly maintained, wild and definitely exciting gardens. The Berry is one of those.


    First it was a sunny day. In January. This in itself is noteworthy.






    Second, there were flowers in bloom: anemones, Viburnum, and witch hazel:










    As a kid from hill country in Pennsylvania, seeing flowers bloom in January is more amazing to me than seeing than aliens. And much pleasanter. More on the Berry Botanical Garden in the next post. –June