Monday, October 23, 2017

Philip Lamantia Day -- 2017

Yes yes yes my friends it’s time again to celebrate the anniversary of the birth (October 23, 1927) of Philip Lamantia, the late great San Francisco poet (he died in 2005) and this year – 

– I’m throwing a stellar party for Philip: laid out below are the 145 (yow!) instances in which “star” or “stars” (or variants such as example “starlight”) appear in Lamantia’s Collected Poems

It would take a concordance to know for sure (and I dream that some day there will be one!), but my best guess is that “star” / “stars” and variants are most certainly among Lamantia’s most frequently used nouns, and they may well top the list of such words (and yes, I know I’ve included some adjectives below).  The reason why “star” / “stars” and variants are so common in Lamantia’s poetry is worth a celestial reverie or three, or probably, if I may borrow a phrase, billions and billions of such thoughts.  So focus your imagination’s Hubble-scope, channel your inner Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, and constellate a theory, will you please? 

For the moment, I’ll simply observe that while Lamantia’s poems date from 1943 to about 2001, his many uses of
“star” / “stars” and variants do not seem dated today at all.  Indeed, it might perhaps be said that Lamantia’s star-filled poems were ahead of their time – or should I say their space-time continuum – given the current and most welcome ascendancy of “dark-sky reserves” where we might more fully enjoy the  “cosmic energy engines” or “luminous sphere[s] of plasma” which populate the universe.

In any event, my fellow earth-dwellers, I hope you find the following excerpts a most scintillating intergalactic poetic trip!   Happy Lamantia Day star-gazing to all (please note, I
ve excerpted as many or as few lines from each poem as I thought necessary or fun, bolded each instance of “star” / “stars” and variants, and tried to preserve the formatting of the lines), and here we go: 

. . . leaving behind a limpid song
heard by a million murdered stars.

                         – The Ruins

O the mirror-like dirt
of freshly spilt blood
trickling down the walls
the walls that reach the stars!

                         – Automatic World

and with our mouths opened for the stars
howling for the castles to melt at our feet
you and I
will ride . . .

                         – Hermetic Bird

The naked lovers!  All of them, fifteen years old!  One can still see their hair
growing!  They come from the mountains, from the stars even, with their handsome
eyes of stone. 

                         –   A Civil World

with young blood
ride to the stars
with horses from Peru

                         – The Enormous Window

The stars are wet tonight
the naked schoolmasters
are no longer in the gardens of childhood
and the sea has been heated for lions

                         – The Enormous Window

Your body reclaiming the stars
lifts itself in a wooden frame
to be seen in boulevards
that twist themselves at dawn into my room

                         – Mirror and Heart

Butterflies have come to rest upon your lips
Whose words clothe the dancing stars
Falling lightly to earth.

                         – Awakened From Sleep

We have been carried here against our will

Burnt stars
Oceanic gardens
where the clouds are soaked into my eyes

                         – Celestial Estrangement

just as no one has the right to understand
why you were born in a house of cigarettes
or I in a howling star

                         – You and I Have Nothing to Fear

Rest assured
we have not been uttering a word
against the master
His leafy ears heal too quickly
and besides the stars have crossed over
our tight embrace

                         – You and I Have Nothing to Fear

To You Henry Miller of the Orchestra the Mirror
the Revolver and of the Stars of Stars

                         – [poem title]

You flee into a corridor of stars.
You sleep in a bleeding tree,
And awaken upon the body of trance.

                         – [You flee into a corridor of stars]

Your mask disappears in the sky
Leaving the veined star open
For my kisses. Your star, above
Pain’s phantom touch, slowly entering
The net of my arms to sleep again
In the rib’s infinite eye.

                         – Nativity of Love

This love’s knowing silence
Flows toward divinity;
Is a finger of light
Upon grains of sand:
Our golden stars of infinity.

                         – Autumn Poems

I am forlorn.
The berry under the breast
Breaks its sea of sorrow over my head.
Resting on stone, I think of my unending quest
For the morning star gone.

                         – [I am forlorn]

As I watch him, I wonder what alien wind
Drove the savage tooth, as a sea,
To his body’s star:

                         – Sorrow

We walk arm in arm in the country,
With stars and grains of sand
Gathered for apt communion.

                         – Night Vision

Unable to move and hardly breathing,
I am before the stars’ alchemy of light
And eternal marvel of blue of sky into darkness,
Becoming balm to my blood’s long agony
Of we two wrested from each other
In these dreaded days
And unholy divisions of our love.

                         – [Unable to move and hardly breathing]

Not unlike, I imagine, Adam
Before the Fall, a man in coition,
Rousing great power out of dust and clay,
With the first star of night
Brightly in his loin, is carried upward,
And knows the wordless speech
From a quick rush of water,
Transformed among pebbles and rocks,
And through the toneful wind
In a darkened forest of moving trees.

                         – Symbols

I remember the day fused with the night
In the dawn of a moment’s eternity,
And hearing your voice from beyond the starry wall,
I know what we knew together is the way,
Now and even when the seasons are no more.

                         – Another Autumn Coming

At the crossing of the winds,
under the morning star, the rose
plumed and the violet plumed, fly out
returning the treasures while the Spring Wheel
turns in the blossoming flowering.

                         – Revelations of a New Order

Ashes, like stars, fall into the sewers.
A bird, hatched no longer than a second,
Falls from its nest
Fated for no other wings than death.

                         – Break of Day

   And this was my dream that lasted from some dawn to some midnight in the
fallingdown room overlooking the oldest graveyard of Manhattan:

    the poisonous stars: benign
    the rootless tree: nailed to the sky
    the black pit: enclosing ladders of white light
    the icebergs of the mind: floating to the tropics . . .

                         – Inside the Journey

Crackles beneath and above:
stars overoute the wordtide.

                         – [Ground grade guard the crucible] 

On a smiling crevice of street,
He cuts, for death, the diamond of her eye:
Star plumed hands put it
Burning on his brow.

                         – [In a garden that isn’t, but will be]

They curve, craned in a surging stream,
Until spasmodic rungs flame to leap
Toward a deathbed star
Of the spherical deep: they rise,
Drop, love, bird/ript in a highted dream.

                         – [In a garden that isn’t, but will be]

A tongue grew tongueless:
The breath, a wail of stars
And black sky: a flying milk—

                         – [Flame gates open to water gongs]

And the madmonths whirled
To never-die-alone,
And alone they died in a lie
Of the wildbleet sound of starry truth.

                         – To the Music

To the flat lands by the hills of Suum Nar
to MarMagAgog, onto sidereal semaphores,
to leech/hung prayer fields of Avadon
to Triptika on the sunbelted Nile
     where fish is god
to stars unravelling the numena/number
      snaked in iceflames of Baruda
      whirler of the wild,
to Smarachet . . .

                         – [To the flat lands by the hills of Suum Nar]

O rocket me,
He who is mine is I
         and wins the Sky:
A Sun & Moon ago, kissed to stars,
a momentary string of sands to go,
                        arriving on the silent       sea     roar.

                         – [To the flat lands by the hills of Suum Nar]

Glory crasht on time
and burden of the stars
elliptical HEARTS convex

                         – Christ

three magi on the road
and star wheels to

                         – Christ

I’ve killed them, stars and chains of lust
                          before magi, magi, magi,
            Cavalcanti on the stairs
                                                 La beauté

                         – Les Langueurs Allongées

                    the trouble with the stars is
             they’re too far from my eyes to yours

                         – Sheri

             I am smoked to dryness

Stars of smoke who made this road throw up
                                                                     your eyes
                   which are closed in New York

                         – Ball

by the sun from the page     I wait
                                            as long
                                              as a star

                         – Ball

Winds have not flown longer than time we stopped
Whose sail hit the rooms where you looked into voids
—A beast on a star, Jaiba on the moon, the sunken tooth—
Stalks of madness tripled fire
And sent gardens under the sea

                         – Dead Smoke

The stars have gone over the mountain
Meridians later your smile broke glass

                         – Deirdre

            As some light fell
on the inescaped facade
    stains of interior cancer
            intervined the stars

                         – [As some light fell]

For it is all blest by God
             water, earth, stars, souls
which is to say, all is blessed IN God
and what is not, is not
for God is that WHICH IS

                         – The Poor Paradoxes

Last night Mike told me he believed the stars are alive
Today we walk with the yellow haired child

                         – Boobus

The morning is burnt with smells of cooking and cooked stars
It’s nirvana!

                         – Boobus

                      Come lion    -    come tiger    -    come ocelet
                  come coon    -    come weed       -       come leopard
                                   come saliva     -    come STARS

                         – McClure’s Favorite

                   It’s zenith!
zodiacal beasts phospher
and stars devoured white!

                         – Observatory

No longer the razor from a sheath of stars
      over the face of day
come back from night

                         – Intersection

It’s useless to ask who’s behind these eyes
set like stars in snow
or name the creatures coming alive
    out of the exploding iris

                         – Intersection

My coat covered the stars
                the bird gave me a cap of hair

                         – [It was a time I didn’t see the beast]

goats, gangrene and The Stars

                         – Binoculars [Michael McClure]

Who is the star dancer the turn the glide speed the changes

                         – Binoculars [John Hoffman]

                                All night long, aztec messengers arrived
                                                  and fell stars!
                                All night long, end of time
                                                  jaguar in her eye

                         – Memoria

Can I make it to windows of fur?
Can I soup up her eyes in a can of star milk and shoot it for light?

                         – Füd at Foster’s

These are not poems I wanted to make
Ones I wanted to didn’t come out
They’re stuck in star thief land

                         – Immediate Life

they call to me, holy fires
holy fires to send me forth out of Loon
holy fires behind stars
numena cabalas of Fiery Disk

                         – Orphic Poem

as we wove thru street’s half light, a junky
leaned his arm on the stars of my sleeve

                         – Politics Poem


                         – Last Days of San Francisco


                         – Last Days of San Francisco

Together we watched for ten thousand years
— the first five an age of monsters
and I laid open to the plumage of the stars
magnetic wands and gourds fell upward in a dance
that shook the lice of the ages!

                         – Time Is as Eternity Is: On the White Road: The Muse

. . .  if the stars were colors of her eyes

                         – [Shooting down to L.A. in an open car]

Rosa Mystica! Holy Woman lighted by afternoons
        in the temple
Woman lit with the sun, crowned by stars
Womb of universes turning over in her eyes

                         – The Juggler in the Desert

that doesn’t stop my cry your hurt
        your death these stars upset
                  in the circumnavigations of the bed

                         – [in every way i am dazzled by you]

Ah the communion of spirits talking
vegetables, singing stars,
cruel gods gored my loves

                         – Jet Powered Suicide

Is NOT.   And not— it’s ended,
as star

                         – Jet Powered Suicide

My friend, you sing songs of burden
I’m singing of the silence of saliva, streets, stars
the invading of angels
at the moment of a singular embrace
           for all time given
to set us free among the beautiful limits

                         – My Labyrinth

it’s everywhere
                        in this passage of assaults
PRESENCE of a new star opened in my throat’s wisdom
                 Child! Hope! looking for the key in the roar of mazes


                         – My Labyrinth

Take a shell of cotton
move a river south
exact a city with rain
paint a sign with stars.

Little do we know.

                         – [Why write about “things”?]

                         . . . after getting lost unable
to find the steps down a million stars blacked
out by Mantle Night . . .

                         – Ceylonese Tea Candor (Pyramid Scene)

hoping we’d find the stone stairway
and there were few stars to illuminate us down

                         – Ceylonese Tea Candor (Pyramid Scene)

for fifteen minutes outside in the night I SAW THE LIGHT BEHIND THE

                         – Crystals

it’s the moment interruption of hallucinated stars
now fallen down in my room with poetry
falling with lights of shimmering brains . . .

                         – Kosmos

They come with a scratching star
with a mugwort of madmanes of the Head
that point all the faces of the Beast at once appear!

                         – Year of Weir

Beast of mudajangi
the Lord of Youth
his head the spindle of stars

                         – Year of Weir

and a thousand bird cries fallen diagonally from the stars

                return to batú bató the stars are calling

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 10)

inside the earth by the arrows of your quivering breath, poet
penetrate the fins of the sand star out of the mist to the house of the sand star

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 18)

Last night I walked on 9th Avenue and the moon was my guide
The stars guided you Christopher Columbus
And I talked for hours about Spain

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 20)

Not the sublime among these baroque enscrollations
but a thousand angelfaces, star tilted eyes
out of sweating, sun baked bodies burning me
conducting me to silences
and mend my heart to God’s—

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 22)

I came throwing shells and beasts godfathered
                             for suns moons and zodiacal stars

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 33)

her head’s foot spades my head
                               stringing stars . . .

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 33)

                              . . . in Hades
           a star thief found it
           and sold it in Siam.

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 35)

Through a village suspended like a star of blood
going into the rites of the old men
silence invaded me . . .

                         – Destroyed Works Typescript (# 36)

I’m Osiris hunting stars his black tail of the sun!

                         – [old after midnight spasm]

Every time I smoke a cigarette the Creator has blinked all stars time pebbles of
    water in a trillion second of man’s sodomite existence my words can not lie!

                         – [Immense black void . . .]

black star of Amapola

                         – [In camera of sempiternity . . .]

seers shift in stars Amapola in clutches of white lice

                         – [In camera of sempiternity . . .]

spilled on swords of history Morgenroth I carve yr face by starspilled mariahs

                         – This World’s Beauty

I keep stoning you with black stars

                         – Resurrections [It is I who create the world]

    I think a star in monster’s mouth
Incisions of frosted flowers take up on its lake
    its clouds turn into iron hooks
its oceanic tower turns in yr entrails

                         – Fin del Mundo [At the sleeper of inveterate cars]

     Lost in a crowd, the mark on his forehead untouched, his cat fell out of the
clouds. For this police gyrated to him. I make it on the poem he said. The room he
slept in turned into a star. Down he went against the magnetism of the Flush!

                         – The Apocalyptic [Lost in a crowd]

     I’ve come to the time of brain crashed stars diadems of implacable women turn
in sewers of Los Angeles. My corner of meat is a necklace of guts, Oh bug of eternal

                         – The Apocalyptic [I’ve come to the time]

. . . Gabagava and the rest of doomed bones of starshit.

                         – The Apocalptic [I’ve come to the time]

Who giveth birth to the Morning Star, Here’s the quiet cry of stars broken among

                         – Morning Light Song

O beato solitudo! where have I flown to?
stars overturn the wall of my music
as flight of birds, they go by, the spirits
opened below the lark of plenty

                         – High

    Cups the legends reveal & the ancients
  are beginning to pass around as if they were ordinary
milk bottles for the children newly born from
           top branches of the Tree with its roots
                  going back
                        to the starfields of Every Night.

                         – The Ancients Have Returned Among Us

                                      the youth’s vision
             is a vibrant string plucked by the gods
                   over the field of stars

                         – She Speaks the Morning’s Filigree

Over & over the dusk of the Chant from the plain of Segovia
rings up the veil through which the deities move prisms of desire :
the cup that swallows the sword, the wands that shake the stars !

                         – She Speaks the Morning’s Filigree

                              in a starspangled leather jacket

                         – What Is Not Strange?

The stars have gone crazy
and the moon is very angry
The old civilization
that rolled the dice of Hitler
is surely bumbling
into a heap of catatonic hysteria

                         – Astro-mancy

Another civilization
secret for six thousand years
is creeping on the crest of
future, I can almost see the
tip of its triangular star

                         – Astro-mancy

What, then, is coming to be
from undergrounds too fast
in their bright plumages
flailing our brains
with the gash of birth ?
Something storing mercurial islets
and fungi of being . . .
and sold for altars
pitched to the stars !

                         – After the Virus

I would marry all the stars sitting on the face of the sea
like a traditional wolf of the absolute
sucking down the dish served up by the flood !

                         – Coat of Arms

    the forest before me
               by a cartilage of stars?

                         – Coat of Arms

and only the starlight consoles.

                         – Difficult First Steps

prayer is constant Magick, the single beam
coming from the Sky Crown: the sure stairway
that writes the stars as the Scales measure
what you see, how you stroke cats or when the time IS
to cross bridges between earth & air . . .

                         – Without Props

to the schisms
of star & seed

                         – Thorn of the Air

The green eye on my coat
loots the sun’s paradise of green eyes
star caught in throat is a green eye

                         – Interjections

          It is you, Christian Rosencruetz
in the surrealist star that cries with sphinx’s bluefeet
triple dogmatism of apocalyptic night
the Rosicrucian horseman is butchered by Knowing Skulls of Mount Atlas

                         – Interjections

Like the fond palm leaves of my childhood
That broke from my breast of stars

                         – [San Francisco melts as I come together]

Manikins come alive
Their livers suckable as plums and raging stars

                         – [The maginot line of poetry has not been invented]

I can watch the children climbing the diamond temples at every corner
And there’s a taste of bituminous wine
For the solar incubation so rarely conjured
But for your hair shedding the stars

                         – Ephemeris

I comb the stars
And they undress the moon with their nipples

                         – Out of My Hat of Shoals

Your feet spread like vibrant chords over rustling plastic dolls
Bleeding american flags planted into your eyes knit with nazi stars
Leather brassieres wave through the universal televisions

                         – [The mosque of your eye has exploded]

Pea brain is the star’s octopus sucker or is not to be
disturbed . . .

                         – Tonight Burned with Solar Slime

for the likes of the adepts
who smile through the velvet fissures of the centuries
that are Waves & Blankets of Stars
under which we are given, if we burrow long enough
for the hidden script, the Key to the King’s Shut Chamber

                         – The Adept

Suck the bark to your star’s ease that illumines One, the cavern above the storm
Two, the desire which is desired, and Three phases from virginal to torture.

                         – World without End

I can barely see you mixed up to be chopped like so many valentine hearts by the fierce
blades that I roll out of the black star!

                         – World without End

Here heady garbage glitters
through the sand its own perfection
between minute star-specks

and the infinite calling the grains . . .

                         – [Flying beasts]

Not only the Star Woman luminous within convulsions at the apex of your
     cascading dress

                         – Luminous Lady

The look of haunted beasts
Slaughtered long ago through crystal flakes
Shimmers from the imaginal tropic
To a star field of birds
Whose cries paint the sonorous language

                         – Redwood Highway

To the hinterland
In a circle bound by shooting stars
Ears beneath the sands of sable dreams

                         – Redwood Highway

Nearing sleep, this same wind rustles the void of bloodstained horses (my first cabals) whose galaxy dissolves with a kiss the victorious rescue of the palpable shadow streaming stars, her face: this bed, the undulant phantom: her hips.

                         – Primavera

The stars dress up their furrows

                         – Becoming Visible

Violet Star

                         – [poem title]

between a star’s gleaming shadow
and its great coat of morning stilts
thrown on a grave like a glove of drenched eyeballs

there is a splinter of green dust
luminously taking off for the hurried horizon

                         – Precipitous Oracle

My foot in the hair of spinning stars

                         – Life Sciences

In my hand cupping sun assassins
lines of mercury and unknown stars
     pure poetry of Pomo night

                         – Willow Wand

Perishing star systems Enough of a raid on the tsetse-fly

                         – Invincible Birth

 standing like a star over the slaughter house

                         – Black Window

Star War syndromes hang like purple flowers . . .

                         – Black Window

the lugubrious pianos dim out the song of star wars

                         – The Romantist

She’s in their mouths
        a house like a pyramid
        built with rectangulars
perfect pear of a diagonal
down to the stars picked from photic jargon
The hand that writes is worth an empire on the moon

                         – Virgo Noir

They say there’s a world outside me but I know better
Enlightenment in the kali yuga is a daily recurrence
shubahdu it’s over taking a long trip to the stars

                         – Virgo Noir

‘Move the prisms north
                the south direction is not propitious
follow the star . . . ’

                         – The Mysteries of Writing in the West

the card of Blazing Star in the slow drawers of the Far West

                         – Exorcist Exercises

the sheep have lunged from their star paths over Alhambra . . .

                         – Other States

to catch the ring of stars
                                       at the still point
of infinite sur-rational flight

                         – There

In the alchemical legends, there’s a certain star seen at the completion of the Work, appears on the silver horizon through the trail in the grove.

                         – Shasta

There are none there— but stars

                         – Haiku for Satie

Once in a Lifetime Starry Scape

                         – [poem title]

Yet, this city’s night is marvelous when there’s a general electric breakdown
The stars come down to us, I see Orion’s belt close up in the eastern sky
With three-quarter waning moon

                         – Once in a Lifetime Starry Scape

. . . We are hidden by stars and tars of this time

                         – Poem for André Breton

 . . . Revolution the Star in the West springs the play of foam on the
rocks below. . . .

                         – Ex Cathedra

The star card bestows the charm of new rivers, this word tomorrow, Andromeda,
     and with you, Amor.   

                         – Ex Cathedra

 . . . The starry sky, Pluto’s mirror . . .

                         – Unachieved

          In my dream, the Goddess in her heavenly palace on the earth
          a kind of Marienbad in lunar light
          She in her silver gown slightly décolleté
          has me watch the Stellar Mirror
          while stars of the Pleiades run in a rhythm of Eight
          and do an astral dance, tout court

                         –  Unachieved

                         The great crystal pool Starry Night breaks into caves

                         – Diana Green

         . . . this Ohlonian Spring of
superfinches I love more than to become a star

                         – Passionate Ornithology Is Another Kind of Yoga