Showing posts with label Gospel Noble Truths. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gospel Noble Truths. Show all posts

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Ginsberg-Orlovsky-Taylor, Wuppertal, Germany, 1983







Allen Ginsberg  Back to Wuppertal 1983

"Back to Wuppertal" is the title of the poem Allen Ginsberg scribbled into the guest-book of the Forum for International Poetry one hour after his arrival in Wuppertal, Germany, on February 16, 1983, where the final performance of a three-month tour through Northern Europe was to take place. Joachim Ortmanns & Wolfgang Mohrhenn's video records a few select moments from that visit.


"Back to Wuppertal in a car through snowy forest, Belgium to Köln / and the highway filled with trans-European trucks,/ Peter bare-footed, toes on the dashboard/ I was humming bass thump part for "Airplane Blues",/Steven reading Lennon's last conversation in a book,/Jurgen Schmidt in his silk foulard sparkled with sequins, driving/ and thinking "Netherland fields pass by, I stay/I pass by, and Netherland fields remain" - and threw up his right hand, remembering - "I just thought that!"



Allen (on harmonium, accompanied by Steven Taylor on guitar, with Peter Orlovsky on back-up vocals) performs "Gospel Noble Truths" ( "Born in this world/You got to suffer...".."Die when you die") and, a little later on, "Father Death Blues" ("Hey, Father Death, I'm flying home"..."My heart is still, as time will tell")  and William Blake's "Nurse's Song" ("When the voices of children are heard on the green"…" And all the hills echoèd.") 



Following on from "Gospel Noble Truths", Allen recites his celebrated poem, "America", in its entirety, tweaking it occasionally, as was his practice, to include topical or geographically-resonant references (hence "German Trotskyites", "Lutheran Lord's Prayer", "Hamburg is the next to go.."). Allen here camps up the famous last line - "America, I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel"





















Footage of Allen and Peter and Steven in the streets (Allen eating cake) - audio (and eventually video) of Allen reading (again locally-resonant) "Ruhr Gebiet" ("Zu viel industry/zu veil essen/zu viel bier/zu viele zigaretten.." - "Too much industry/too much eats/too much beer/too much cigarettes"…"All the German gold/will save the nation/Build a gold house/ to bury the Devil") 


Peter performs his poem, "Good Fuck With Denise" accompanying himself with a variety of theatrical gestures (and likewise slips in a little local acknowledgement - "Good Fuck Mit Denise".."schlafen".. 




Also footage here of entry and exit. The film begins with chanted mantra (against a backdrop of photos) and Allen (cigarette in mouth) signing the book, and ends with a crazy and spirited drive, post-performance, back to the airport. 






                                    [Allen Ginsberg in Wuppertal - Poems and Songs 1980 (sic) -  German CD, S Press (1998)]



Saturday, October 4, 2014

Allen Ginsberg & Steven Taylor - 1996 at Texas State



We feature today a reading by Allen, recorded, just a year before his death, on April 11, 1996, at the Evans Auditorium, Southwest Texas State University. A noticeably weakened Allen - "I have bronchitis, so if my voice fails and I start coughing..." (and cough he does, finding it necessary to bum cough drops from the audience).
 He is accompanied by Steven Taylor ("We haven't played together in half a year or so, so.. but we played together for twenty or thirty years.. twenty years.."

The tape begins with an introduction  by Steven M Wilson, Associate Professor in the SWT English department ("It is beyond debate that Allen Ginsberg altered our sense of what was poetic, what was American, and what was the character of the poet in this country". Wilson also recollects his own youthful experience with Ginsberg's poetry.

The reading itself begins approximately  four-and-a-half minutes in. Allen bookends the reading (both beginning and concluding) with William Blake songs.

AG:  Good evening, and we'll begin, (as habitual) with Steven Taylor and myself, both of whom teach at Naropa Institute (I'm there in the summer, and he's there year round), with music, and, following the lead of Ed Sanders and the rock group The Fugs from the '60s up through the '90s, sing an updated version, a musically updated version, of William Blake - "My Pretty Rose Tree".

This is followed at approximately five-and-three-quarter minutes in by a performance of Blake's "The Tyger" - [Allen to Steven Taylor: Can you remember it? - We haven't played together in half a year or so, so.. but we played together for twenty or thirty years, twenty years - ST: Twenty years the next month - AG: Really?..(Is it?)...Twenty or thirty years. So.. I have bronchitis, so, if my voice fails and I start coughing you can continue with the singing]

So, (an) invocation to poetry, invocation to creative mind, to the artist, by William Blake, is the famous rhyme, The Tyger  - "Tyger tyger burning bright' - how many know that poem? and how many have never heard of it? - not so many haven't heard of it, so those who haven't heard of it have got a big pleasant surprise. It's one of the best-known poems in the English language - set to the heart-beat.

[Allen and Steven continue with music] - So now for some twentieth-century punk rock, an old favorite, contribution to the war on drugs - "Put Down Yr Cigarette Rag". It's my own "Just Say No" ( (to) "the official habit for Mr Babbitt"!) -

AG: Now that we've calmed the atmosphere, (to) go back in time a bit, to earlier times,. I think. Actually, one more song I (would) like to do - "A Western Ballad" - an old, old song, the very first I ever wrote, called "A Western Ballad" . I was making friends, in the last few years, with Jimmie Dale Gilmore, a fellow consciousness-is-a-mind-of-its-own too, and he liked these lyrics, do it'll be interesting to sing them here [in Texas] - So this is 1948, actually  [Allen begins singing ,starting approx 19 minutes in - ("When I died love, when I died")] 














[Jimmie Dale Gilmore]

I'm a little worried about singing because it's such a pleasure to sing with Steven but the more I sing, the more I cough, so I'll just have to balance it out, and you'll forgive me if I...
if my voice breaks up now and again. So, what I'd like to do for the evening is probably read three-quarters-of-an-hour, take a break, and then continue. So we'll finish at eight (with intermissions). And I''ll read  chronologically, skipping here and there over the decades, beginning in the '40s (as we did with "When I Died.."), including poetry, from 1949, beginning,  (with) some…one poem from (19)55, one from (19)66, and, skipping over the decades, (19)68, (19)69, up through Cosmpolitan Greetings (this is "Collected" and this is recent) from 1992. And then there are new poems in manuscript. So I don't know how much I'll be able to get through all that but, anyway, start as a retrospect for those of you who are not so familiar with my poetry and work up to the present.

At approximately twenty-two-and-three-quarter minutes in, Allen reads "Pull My Daisy" -   ("written for Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady, Spring/Fall, 1949") - "Pull my daisy/tip my cup..", following this with a dream, ("This is 1952, April "), A Crazy Spiritual - "A faithful youth with artificial legs.."..."I promise to drive you home through America"   

At approximately twenty-six-and-three-quarter minutes in, he begins a reading of  "Sunflower Sutra", ("Berkeley, 1955')  [pauses -  " (It) looks like my bronchial cough is contagious. Has anybody got any more of that (those) sugar-free cough drops? I'd like those (sugar-free, if you've got any)?..if you could pass them up around there…] - Sunflower Sutra - ..So this is Berkeley, 1955 - Sutra? You know the word?, like..from Sanskrit, suture, English suture, Sanskrit, sutra, a connection, a joining - "I walked on the banks of the tin can banana dock…"…."tincat sit-down vision.."

Next, at approximately thirty-two-and-a-half-minutes in, "..from a long poem, ten years later, "The Fall of America", the section "Highway Poetry (Los Angeles-Alburquerque-Texas to Wichita) - "Two hitch-hikers." - "I was travelling across the United States in a Volkswagen bus going from East to West, and West back East, during the middle of the Vietnam War, January, February, 1966, the beginning of the vast escalation of the war, and so this is, like, a collage, or an MTV  verbal-vision, montage, collage, jump-cut of things I saw, people I talked to, newspaper headlines, radio broadcasts, whatever came to consciousness, travelling right in the middle of America during that month (including lots of radio news, some of it still probably familiar to you) - "Two hitch-hikers, one Cajun…" -

And, beginning at approximately forty-and-three-quarter minutes in, a few more poems -  "A few years later, back in Houston, (19)68 - "Kiss Ass" ("Only pathway to peace and pleasure, kiss ass") and "On Neal Cassady's Ashes

" The next poem was written on hearing..on going to the funeral of Jack Kerouac a year later  - "Flying to Maine.." - This is a portion of a longer poem called "Memory Gardens" which is the name of the cemetery on the way to the airport, out of Albany on the way to New England  -  "Flying to Maine in a trail of black smoke…"..  Well, while I'm here I'll do the work….drunken dumb show" ….   

Then ten years later, or eight years later, a poem I read at the honors class (or a fragment of that) on the death of my father, Louis Ginsberg - it's a series of poems that ended with a song, "Father Death Blues", so I'll just read one..two..and then [at approx forty-six-and three-quarter-minutes in], the threnody,"Father Death Blues" - This was written  on the airplane the night I heard of his death, coming back from Boulder to Newark, New Jersey

At approximately fifty-one-and-a-quarter minutes in, concludimg the first set  - "(Now) I'll get started on the '80's, maybe - a couple of little short poems and a song and then we'll take a break" - "Sphincter " ("I hope my good old asshole holds out…"hope the old hole stays young till death, relax") and "Cosmopolitan Greetings" (which is the title-writing of this book [he points to the book] - a series of one-liners on the art of poetry, sent to the Socialist country, Yugoslavia, way back in (19)86, at the invitation of their Writers Congress, where I'd been invited, they asked me to send some kind of greetings because they were going to give me a prize that year ("for Struga festival golden laureates and international bards, 1986, Cosmopolitan Greetings" - "Stand up against governments. against God.…" "Candor ends paranoia")  
and, concluding, as the last poem of this set - "Proclamation" ("I'm King of the Universe. I'm the Messiah with a new dispensation/ (Excuse me, I stepped on a nail, a mistake.."..."In any case, you can believe every word I say")


[Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche (1939-1987)] 

The second set begins at approximately fifty-six-and-a-quarter minutes in  -
AG:  "Since we both work at this Buddhist college, at Naropa, founded by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, based on meditation practice, what I was (have been) trying to do over the years was formulate instructions in sitting practice of meditation in the form of a song. In this case, rock n roll song. So this Do The Meditation Rock - "If you wanna learn how to meditate..
We'll, follow that, maybe, with a little generic dharma - Gospel Noble Truths - sort of like trying to reduce the wheel of law, wheel of nature, wheel of common sense (in some kind of country 'n western form ("Born in this world, you gottta suffer.."…. "you die when you die")

So continuing with poetry of the 80's 90s  This was begun.. this is a poem begun during the Vietnam War and continued in the..oh 80's and concluded in the '90s. I performed it with Don Cherry and he gave me.. the jazz, late-jazz-genius, Don Cherry and he gave me some really good ideas, transforming the heavy negative of it into some positive energy. And it;s called Hum Bom!  - and, in India, when saddhus raise the chillum pipe to their lips to smoke ganja, they say to Shiva, the god of change - "bom-bom maha dev",  or "hum bom" - so this is titled Hum Bom! (Whom bomb?/We bomb them!…"…"Whom bomb?/You bomb you") - On the same subject, less from the Texas perspective and more from a New York perspective, "After The Big Parade," July, June 11, 1991, the soldiers returning from Iraq.. "Millions of people…" cause for the next rejoicing" - "Research" -  ("Research has shown…. that black people… ".. "both dies and does not exist simultaneously" -  74 "Autumn Leaves" ("we're up to 1992") ("At 66 just learnng how to take care of my body..".."happy not yet to be a corpse")

(At approximately seventy-five minutes in, Allen continues) - 
AG:  And from poems that are not yet (1996) printed in books, or poems of the last couple of years, one or two poems and then we'll conclude with a few songs - What's of interest? -
 [Allen recites four recent poems) - "Like other guys"  ("I'm too serious, I should be "feminine, marvelous and tough", like other guys/I should fall in love with chicks/I should get a tattoo on my ass and raise two kids"…."my bio-degradable books should be printed on hemp paper"… "I would if I could but I can't so I won't") - "Nazi Capiche?"  ("..Catholicism capiche?.." "Catholicism abortion capiche capiche capiche".."Christian sin capiche?"…"Islamic jihad capiche?".."Zionism capiche?".."Fundamentalism capiche?"... "Fascisti shit capiche?…) -  "Is About " ( "is about" - "Bob Dylan is about the Individual against the whole creation/Beethoven is about one man's fist in the lightning clouds.."..."Do you care? What are you about?/ or are you a human being with two eyes and 10 fingers?"), - And, finally, "a recent poem, this year" - a "Northern Bengali Song" ("You've been coughing for weeks, still you don't sit on your cushion and visualize.." … "listen, your days are numbered, why waste the essence of your clock?"... "these jokes won't be funny when everyone leaves the seven exits")



And now we'll conclude with some music - (First), one extended sort of rock 'n roll nmber - "The Ballad of the Skeletons" ("Said the Presidential skeleton/I won't sign the bill/Said the Speaker skeleton/Yes you will"…"Said the TV skeleton/Eat sound bites/Said the Newscast skeleton/That's all Goodnight.")

(At approximately eighty-nine minutes in, Allen takes time out to thank the audience member who provided him with cough-drops! - "Certainly, I do owe great thanks to whoever sent up this whole..sugar-free (relief)..thank you, (it) made the second-half a lot easier")

"Next,  the leader of the Fugs, a very great rock group (and Steven Taylor's their lead guitarist in their new re-incarnation through the '80s and '90s), Ed Sanders asked all his poet friends to write new stanzas for the tune of  Amazing Grace. And hearing some rumor of a Zen meditation week on the Bowery, where all the homeless were, in the middle of winter, the report I got back was that the cold was painful, (there was) difficulty in getting food, (the) food was awful, but, the worst suffering, real suffering, was being ignored by people on the street, being walked past without anybody looking you in the eye or, (even if they didn't have any money), not acknowledging your presence, not a smile, nothing, just being outside of the pale of human existence. And that turned me on to my contribution to Ed Sanders' anthology of Amazing Grace stanzas   - "New Stanzas For Amazing Grace" - [Allen begins singing]  "I dreamed I dwelt in a homeless place…"



I'm going to end with Blake, as we began. Only this time, a sing-along. The last verse is like a mantric repetition - "All the hills echo-ed".  Since we're in the hill country, Texas, it's about the right place. If you'll join along... it's three, four, stanzas, settled into a regular rhythm toward the end. That is, you can join in. If you don't know how to sing, it'll sound better!  You know harmony? Sing your lungs out. If you don't, whistle, or clap your hands, have a good time. It's easier to sing along than it is to sit there stiff and cold, locked in your body, afraid to move, self-conscious.

So, the Nurses Song, by William Blake, It's a dialog between the nurse and the kids who are out out late at dusk, they want to stay up and play and the nurse wants to go away because it's getting dark ("When the voices of children are heard on the green,/And laughing is heard on the hill"….. "And all the hills echoèd".)


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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Ginsberg-Cherry-Rowan - Buddhism in Song




[Don Cherry]
Picture of Peter Rowan
[Peter Rowan]

[Allen Ginsberg]

Don Cherry at Naropa in August of 1976. We featured him yesterday, we thought to include him again today, alongside Peter Rowan (who we’ve previously featured here) in a discussion (and performance) of Buddhism–in-song.  Audio for the occasion is here
Allen begins with a couple of his songs (Gospel Noble Truths and Guru Blues), beginning first with some spontaneous improvisations on the Prajnaparamita, Heart Sutra

Transcription follows.   

AG: ….Do you know "Gate gate, para gate, parasam gate, bodhi svaha  - so I just made up one verse last night when we were talking [ Allen begins tuning his harmonium and then starts singing] –
“I’m gonna study mind and breath now that I’m gonna be age fifty/I won’t be in America forever, some day I’ll go away/I’m gonna see my mama, my papa and my grandma/gate gate paragate parasam gate bodhi svaha”
“I’m gonna come in and teach my poetry and also teach (attitude)/ Gonna make up the words out of spontaneous mind and sing them all to you/Gotta come out of the back of my ear and come forth from my mouth, ah ha ha / gate gate paragate parasam gate bodhi svaha
It would be kind of interesting to start up a new genre of song/ Come find the old-time ancient blues that (Don) Cherry’s grandma sang all along/ same time thinking of the sufferings/ of my  old insane mama/ passing through – sing  gate gate paragate parasam gate bodhi svaha

I had a.. Not making use of Buddhist terminology, but trying to make use of Buddhist conceptions, I wrote a gospel which put together the three marks of existence - suffering, change and – anatta (soul-lessness, or no soul, or no ego – anatta) – the Four Noble Truths – Suffering, Ignorance as a cause of Suffering, End of Ignorance - and the fourth Noble Truth, the way out, the Eightfold Path on the dharma wheel, the eight spokes of the dharma wheel, which are…you all know that? – formulaic matter – Right Vews, Right Inspiration, Right Speech, Right Activity, Right Labor, Right Energy, Right Mindfulness, Right Meditation  - and then I included a stanza giving instructions for sitting, standing and laying down (which are, like, the three possible things we can do with the body, laying down.. lie down, sit, or stand, sort of samatha instructions, or basic mindfulness instructions) and then a run-down of the five senses, or six senses, Sight, Hearing, Taste, Touch, Smell – and Thought – six. So..

[to Peter Rowan] – Shall we tune up? – My “A” is…  [to Don Cherry]  - You wanna play bells? – The rhythm’s easy – gospel-style – I’ll try and keep the rhythm regular, and Don.. most of you saw Don Cherry the other night ?  [Allen sings “Gospel Noble Truths”, Peter Rowan provides the echo/response] - Erm.. see, what else is there? . I had a..one other, “Guru Blues”, that.. which I had recorded – or recorded, so I’d like to play that. That was tending to take direct..direct Buddhist material and lay it on sort of a devotional to the guru , and mix it up with totally modern Pete Seeger-ish or faggot-crazy poetics, so, put it all together, like, the devotional material and the Buddhist terminology, (and) American ecological preoccupations. So, this is “Guru Blues" – [Allen plays a recorded version of the end of “Gospel Noble Truths”, followed by (recording of) “Guru Blues”] - That was sort of more blatant, in that it was direct use of any kind of terminology that came into my head like direct Buddhist.. The.. but the.. both.. most of the melody, and the first stanza, actually, came in a dream. I, literally, wrote it in a dream, saw it written in a dream, or sang it in a dream, and then woke up almost instantly and wrote out the first stanza then copied.. copied the form to continue.

[to audience]  - So anyway, actually, all three of the poet-musicians here on the floor, on chairs in front of you, have all been occupied, in some extent, over the last few years in trying (to)..  how do you translate dharma into communal language? (Don) Cherry, actually, doing it in terms of, to some extent, in terms of classical, classical Black blues (but family music, for children), Peter (Rowan), in terms of like..how do you..how did you make it a private practice?, at the same time how did you get up on a public stage as a folk singer and..?

PR: Well, it depends on the situation, really. Some situations you can be a lot freer with combining, you know, actual dharmic things, like prayers in Tibetan and dharmic instruments, you know, subtle instruments. Some situations are open to that. Other situations you ‘ve gotta.. you’re playing in a bar or something like that, so you play what you’ve recorded, and stuff like that..To me, dharmic music is where there’s room for inspiration in the actual creation within the material, you know, at some point in the compoisition, to do something that hasn’t been done, that you don’t know what you’re gonna do..

AG: Do you think of of it in terms of, like, creating on the spot, or?

PR: Yeah.. or a framework, you know, because that’s inspiration and intuition and all those things come into play when..  In some situations people aren’t asking for that and if you give it to them it just doesn’t.. you know.. It depends, you know. That’s the magic of it..

AG: What’s the furthest out you’ve got as far as combining American form, American pop form and  Buddhist doctrine?

PR: Who’s doctrine?

AG:  ..or Buddhist presentation. At the same time, American.. disguised in American.. have you ever tried that? (no?)

PR : Not in.. not in the way that you actually took deep doctrine and translated…

AG: Yeah, I tried to translate it

PR: Yeah I’ll just play something that.. [to Don Cherry] Were you gonna say something, Don?  

DC: No go ahead

PR: I wrote this after a seminar on Naropa, about four years ago at the Tail of the Tiger, Karme Choling, and then I wrote the part that will follow it. I read (Chogyam) Trungpa Rinpoches book Born in Tibet  and friends of mine were in Nepal and they were sending back letters describing how the Khampa army of Tibetan herdsmen were being pretty much slaughtered by the Chinese, and the Nepalese were siding with the Chinese, and this is all part of the spreading of the dharma. The lamas would never have left Tibet if they hadn’t undergone this terrible suffering to that whole country. It’s not doctrine so much, it’s just my feelings about it.

AG: Yeah, I heard this. This is a funny combination of Wild West, Western ballad, cowboy ballad, (or outlaw ballad), and esoteric Buddhist history
[Peter Rowan begins singing – “I’m an outlaw on the run/John Law swears I’m running guns/joined the rebels in the mountains of Tibet/ for the coral and the turquioise I can get..”…”o Naropa!”…” sweet little dakini, she came dancing on the mountain./I’m gonna let that Rapture capture me”.]

AG: I like that line – “Milarepa was a..?", "Milarepa was a yogi"?– how did you use it? how did you use Milarepa there? It just sounds like some country 'n western.. rapist!’

[Peter Rowan puts on mock Southern accent]  “Mila-rape-a was a yogi”

DC: Giving all that love.

PR: Giving all that love, right .

Student: You know that song “I’m proud to be a Yogi from Muskogee”?

PR: No! – It’s happening…

AG:  [to DC] What kind of reaction do you get from musicians when you introduce mantra?

DC: Yeah, well that’s one of the reasons that.. you know, you have to live what you do and do what you live.
And if you’ll be trying to learn the dharma and enter the  dharma  and go out into (that other) world, you have  to try to do it in a positive way, and  by trying to write compositions with the mantra is a good way of  trying to suddenly..  because [to AG], 
I remember the first time when we met, you gave me the first mantra which was..

Student: Excuse me, you can’t be heard at all.

DC: Oh yeah? – Well (you know) what they say, - “you gotta listen”! – [DC then, purposefully, whispers] - what I’m saying is the first time Allen gave me a mantra, which was om mani mani maha muni shakyamuni ye soha , that to me, was very powerful, I remembered, and I worked upon it and worked upon it..
And then I remember Kalu Rinpoche and him giving me the first mantra - om mani padme humand it was very powerful, and I felt that I should share that with other musicians (and) that it’d be just as powerful to them, and it’s a seed, you know – and so, working with you, and I asked Kalu Rinpoche. I said, “I’m working with children, what would be the best way of working with children at the beginning,  and he said, "om mani padme hum”, and teach it to them and let them realize that it brings a happy feeling. So that’s the way that I ended up trying to.. incorporate it into the music.

AG: What I figured was.. what you were doing was using the..taking the rhythm of the mantra

DC: Yes

AG:  and then just building, building (up)

DC: Yes 

AG: Using that a seed and building up

DC: Yes..as the form.  It’s very strong and goes into different times and..but it’s very strong.

PR: And Kalu Rinpoche talks about the sound of mantra, and many people chanting mantra, as the sound of millons of bees buzzing, the sound overlapping, like ocean waves.

AG: See, Peter (Orlovsky)’s a student of Kalu also, oddly

DC: Yeah, yeah

AG: It’s funny . Amazing. Peter Orlovsky got.. took his refuges from Kalu too. 
I got one last song I want to lay out. Again, application of dharma. Running around with the Rolling Thunder Review, Dylan said he believed in God, and, you know, and was carrying too much weight for.. and he said “I’ve been up on the mountain”, and.. We had a long conversation and he said he’d been up on the mountain, and God (had) said, okay, you’ve been up on the mountain now go down - come, see me, check in, later, you know! – I’’m busy! (so) check in.. So he was carrying a mountain around with him, I thought, so I thought good Buddhist advice was.. [Allen concludes with his own   “Lay Down Your Mountain”

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Üvöltés - Allen & Lazlo Foldes' Hobo Blues Band




Our Christmas posting - Allen and the Hobo Blues Band's "Come Back Christmas" was from Üvöltés.   
Here's the whole album, released, in Hungary, on the Krem/Hungaroton label in 1987.

The line-up was Laszlo Foldes (vocals), Dezso Dome (drums), Laszlo Fuchs (piano, electric organ and synthesizer & vocals), Egon Poka (bass, guitar, synthesizer & vocals), Rudolf Janos Toth (guitar, violin & vocals) &  Allen (vocals and harmonium).


The track-listing - "Gospel Noble Truths" (sung in English), "Tear Gas Rag", "Guru Blues", "Come Back Christmas", "Cafe in Warsaw", "Sickness Blues" (again in English) and - side two - "Howl" (excerpts from Carl Solomonert's (sic) Hungarian translation of the poem, recited by Foldes against an increasingly swelling organ-bass-drums background)


Here's an alternative version (in fact, several alternative versions) of Allen's "Gospel Noble Truths"


and here's an alternative "Guru Blues".

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Gospel Noble Truths (more Ginsberg in Olomouc)


Courtesy of David Hrbeck, earlier this year, we featured wonderful footage of Allen reading, in 1993, in a high-school gymnasium in Olomouc, in the Czech Republic (along with an actor, Mikuláš Pánek, reading, eloquently, the Czech translations), "Sunflower Sutra", "Kral Majales", "Kaddish", "Return of Kral Majales". Here's an additional poem from that reading (first in Czech, and then in the English), the wise, profound and deeply moving "Gospel Noble Truths".

Here's another rendition (also from Allen's 1993 Czech tour, this one recorded at the American Cultural Center in Prague)

and here's Kirt Markle's video experimentation on yet another rendition.

Allen's notes (from the 1975 (released in 1983) "First Blues" version - later released on "Holy Soul Jelly Roll"):
"I had the idea of making a country and western song out of Buddhist Dharma. I'd sung it any number of times already, with (Jon) Sholle, with Arthur Russell, and I'd rehearsed it with David Mansfield on the Dylan "Rolling Thunder" tour bus. It's an outline of Three Marks of Existence: suffering, change, and no permanent soul; then the Four Noble Truths: that existence contains suffering, suffering is caused by ignorance, there is an end to ignorance, and the medicine for all that - the fourth truth - is the eightfold path. The latter is right views ("Look at the view", etc), right aspirations, right speech, right action, right labor, right energy, right mindfulness, right meditation, and right samadhi or right state of being. Followed by instructions in sitting, standing, and lying down meditation; followed by a review of the six senses, sight ("Look where you look", etc), sound, smell, taste, touch, and mind ("Think what you think"), then instructions in dying. The only thing I wonder is "Die when you die". Some Buddhists believe in reincarnation. But you still have to die to get there. So it's a short-form summary review of the nut of Buddhism, a little Dharma in pop form.

A very early version is available here (approximately ten minutes in, following an equally early version of "Guru Blues") in a 1976 Naropa reading with Michael McClure.

The poem/song is also featured on the soundtrack in the concluding moments of Costanzo Allione's 1978 "Fried Shoes and Cooked Diamonds".

and here's Anne Waldman, Steven Taylor and Tyler Burba with a posthumous version recorded in New York, at the Living Theater, in 2008)

"Born in this world/you got to suffer/Everything changes/You got no soul./ Try to be gay/Ignorant happy/You get the blues/You eat jellyroll..."

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Gospel Noble Truths

Our friend Kirt Markle has been busy experimenting with collage images for quite some time. Starting with still images, he's recently moved into treating video & film footage with visual collage & textures. This round he took on Allen's "Gospel Noble Truths" performed with Steven Taylor, with stunning & pleasing effect