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Sunday, May 30, 2021

From The Vault: Rainer Maria Rilke, presented by Matthew Bowers



Rainer Maria Rilke 1875-1926 

"I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”  In his time Rainer Maria Rilke was considered one of the greatest German lyric poets of his day. He became famous with such works as Duineser Elegien and Die Sonette an Orpheus. They both appeared in 1923. 

He created the 'object poem' as an attempt to describe with absolute detail and clarity, physical objects. He called it the 'silence of their concentrated reality'. 

Rainer was born in Prague as the son of Josef Rilke and Sophie Entz. A particular fact that was important in the developmental years of Rilke's life was that his mother called him Sophia. She forced him to wear girl's clothes until he was five years old, allegedly compensating for the earlier loss of her previous baby daughter. Rilke's parents separated when he was nine. 

As a poet Rilke made his debut at the age of nineteen (1894), his style of writing similar to Heinrich Heine (a German poet, writer and literary critic). In Munich he met the Russian intellectual Lou Andreas-Salome, who was an older woman who deeply influenced him. She was a Russian-born psychoanalyst and a well-traveled author, narrator, and essayist. In Florence, where he spent some months in 1898, Rilke wrote: "I felt at first so confused that I could scarcely separate my impressions, and thought I was drowning in the breaking waves of some foreign splendor." 

While Rilke was with Lou Andreas-Salome and her husband, Rilke travelled through Russia in 1899. Here he visited Leo Tolstoy, among other authors. Rilke was deeply impressed by what he learned of Russian mysticism and he focused passionately on seeking truth; he found that one must go through all kinds of suffering to finally break through into Love and Light. During this period he started to write The Book of Hours: The Book of Monastic Life, which appeared in 1905. 

In Letters to a Young Poet (1929) which he wrote from 1903 to 1908, Rilke explained, that "nobody can counsel and help you, nobody. There is only one single way. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you to write; find out whether you would have to die if it denied you to write." Quite a powerful sentiment for sure. 

Rilke had married the young sculptress, Klara Westhoff in 1901. She had been one of Auguste Rodin's pupils. François Auguste René Rodin was a French sculptor generally considered the founder of modern sculpture. Rilke and Klara had a daughter, Ruth, but marriage lasted only one year. During this period Rilke composed in rhymed, metered verse, the second part of The Book of Hours. At this time he was expressing his spiritual interests and beliefs. After Rilke had separated from Klara, he settled in Paris to write a book about Rodin and to work for his secretary from 1905-06. 

In the Spring of 1906, an overworked Rilke left Rodin and revised his work Das Buch der Bilder, publishing it in an enlarged edition. He also wrote The Tale of the Love and Death of Cornet Christopher Rilke. The poem recounts the adventures of Christopher Rilke, who traveled with a company of soldiers and then, after a night in a castle with a lover, fought and died in a war in Turkey and is mourned by an old woman. This release became a very popular success. While in Paris during this time, Rilke developed a new style of lyrical poetry. After Neue Gedichte: New Poems (1907-08, )came a notebook named Die Aufzechnungen des Malte Laurdis Brigge (1910), his most important prose work to that point. It took the form of a series of semi autobiographical spiritual confessions but written by a Danish migrant in Paris. 

Rilke took a hiatus as a poet for twelve years before writing Duino Elegies and Sonnets to Orpheus, which are concerned with "the identity of terror and bliss" and "the oneness of life and death". Duino Elegies was developed in two bursts of inspiration which was separated by ten years off. According to a story, Rilke heard in the wind the first lines of his elegies when he was walking on the rocks above the sea - "Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?" 

Rilke visited his friend Princess Marie von Thurnun Taxis in 1910 at Duino, her remote castle on the coast of the Adriatic, and returned again next year. There he started to compose the poems, and the work proceeded easily. Then after serving in the army, Rilke was afraid that he would never be able to finish the writings, but finally in 1922 he completed Duineser Elegien (Duino Elegies) in a chateau in Muzot, Switzerland.  

In the philosophical poems Rilke meditated on time and eternity, life and death, art versus the ordinary. His tone conveyed melancholy. Rilke believed in the coexistence of the material and spiritual realms, but "human beings were for him only spectators of life, grasping its beauties momentarily only to lose them again. And with the power of creativity an artist can try to build a bridge between two worlds, although the task is almost too great for a man." The work deeply influenced such poets as Sidney Keyes, Stephen Spender, Robert Bly, W.S. Merwin, John Ashbery, and W.H. Auden, who had Rilkean angels appear in the collection In Times of War (1939). 

In 1913 Rilke returned to Paris, but he was forced to return to Germany due to the coming of the First World War as part of the Austrian army. Duino Castle was bombed to ruins and Rilke's personal property was confiscated in France. After 1919 he lived in Switzerland, writing and gardening. From time to time he went to Paris or Italy for a few months. Rilke's companion during his last years was the artist Baladine (Elisabeth Dorothea Spiro), whose son, Balthus (Balthasar Klossowski), had also become an artist. Rilke wrote a foreword to a book illustrated by Balthus's drawings of cats. 

Shortly before his death, Rilke had an illness that was diagnosed as leukemia. He had been suffering ulcerous sores in his mouth, while pain troubled his stomach and intestines, as a result he struggled with increasingly low spirits. Open-eyed, he died in the arms of his doctor on December 29, 1926, in the Valmont Sanatorium in Switzerland. 



Here are a couple of selected works by Rainer Maria Rilke: 


Torso of an Archaic Apollo 

We cannot know his legendary head

with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso

is still suffused with brilliance from inside,

like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,


gleams in all its power. Otherwise

the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could

a smile run through the placid hips and thighs

to that dark center where procreation flared.


Otherwise this stone would seem defaced

beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders

and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur:


would not, from all the borders of itself,

burst like a star: for here there is no place

that does not see you. You must change your life.



Death


Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize, 

unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric: 

as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee: 

the wood that long resisted the advancing flames 

which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig 

and burn in thee. 


My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury 

has turned into a raging hell that is not from here. 

Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted

the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering, 

so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs, 

while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent. 


Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn? 

Memories I do not seize and bring inside. 

O life! O living! O to be outside! 

And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.



[Written in December 1926, this poem was the last
entry in Rilke's notebook, less than two weeks before his death at age 51.]

References:
*Nyu.edu, Poetryfoundation.com, Allpoetry.com, Wikipedia, Images-Tumbler and Wikipedia* 


Wednesday, May 12, 2021

GAS Featured Poet: Matthew Bowers



Gypsies~


We were gypsies

Our hearts free

Dressed in bangles

And bells on our toes

Everything was rhythmic

Silk, flowing

Golden tresses 

Azure eyes

Bohemian

No one could touch us


Patchouli oils

Nag Champa breeze

We danced in circles

Beneath thick foliage sky

Bonfire radiance

Golden glow

Skin shone like copper

And tasted of honey


We settled for the night

Though our souls

Were of fire

Inspired by muse

Creating love

Decadence

MagicK


I thought I heard you call to me

Within a subtle wind of salt

Remember me?

The poetry?

All the art

And music that we scored?


A memory grows long and thin

A shadow just before sunset

Yes…

I remember

And wear the scars 

Of freedom and love

About me as a steel cage

Beautiful

Time

Gypsy vagabond

We had everything 

And nothing to lose


They can't take love

Away from lovers

They can't take dreams

Away from the dreamers

They can't take memories

Away from their makers 


White stallion elegance

Majestic in its beauty

Tall, thick, proud

Valiant charcoal eyes

Mane, flowing like a waterfall 

Powerful

Perfectly manicured familiar

He rides upon the air

That makes dreams

Come true…



 Matthew moved to Boston MA. and Hollywood CA. to write and perform music. Not long afterwards he merged his lyrics and poetry into a more focused pastime. 
In 2020 he started his concept The Calling which incorporates YouTube, podcast, group, Facebook page, as well as website. 

Saturday, April 24, 2021

GAS Featured Composer/Producer and Visual Artist: Frédéric Iriarte, presented by Matthew Bowers




Trying to catch Frédéric Iriarte  between sessions is a full time job. Working with four bands and countless projects, I wonder when he finds time to sleep. He is as real, and genuine, as he is gifted.

     He has been working on Igor Goldkind's latest project - Take A Deep Breath.


It's an amazing collaboration of music and spoken word that is just brilliant! The collaboration of Igor and Frédéric  is as powerful as it is timely. 

    

His very recent recordings, that I have been privy to hear include Beat Poet Laureate, Carlo Parcelli  and his upcoming album on UNIC6's project Eurylochus (a fragment).

Here is an amazing adventure, where he has created the jazz inspired controlled chaos that enhances the poems and stories of Carlo as he recites in a heavy Cockney beautifully rich voice. Not just a musician, artist, but a brilliant producer with vision as well. 

     Frédéric is indeed an amazing composer. He has a unique, distinctive sound unto his own. He is able to record in his beautiful Home studio (his instruments are a collector's dream!) He's worked with a veritable who's who in the Modern Poetry Beat Scene.


Experimental Funky-


     Frédéric  has over 31 albums that he's produced under his belt, countless art projects, and several murals. Frédéric  is a very talented man, and has given much to the art community at large. As talented as he is, he's a humble, modest man. He does not see himself as a poet or feel that he has a story to tell. On the contrary, what he does with musical creation, electronic and organic, is indeed pure poetry in itself. Each song or musical poetry piece that he works on has its own story to tell. 


Amplified Heart of the Beat-


     I understand what he means by "I" don't have a story to tell though. Somehow not being able to take credit for messages, music, poems that come to us from the universe and the Muse itself. It feels like promptings leading us, and we feel like we're just following the direction of what a greater source has led us to. It is in some ways disrespectful, cheating in a way, to take such credit from inspiration.   

      Frédéric  has been doing art and music for forty years. He is a visual artist, designer, and composer. He lives in Stockholm Sweden and was part of the National and International Beat Poetry Foundation Festival, 2020 where this video was presented.

     Among the Great poets that Frédéric has worked with are:


Chris Vannoy

Paul Richmond

Bengt O Björklund

Ian Gibbins

Igor Goldkind

Dennis Renfors

Lefifi Tladi 

Rich Ferguson

Carlo Parcelli



People Dying in the Street


In Summary, I feel that it is best summed up in Chris Vannoy 's collaboration with Frédéric

In  "What is Beat."


Frédéric  Iriarte's You Tube Channel

and Band Camp site.


Frédéric  Iriarte's Art Page


Learn more about  Frédéric Iriarte on his Wikipedia page.



Wednesday, April 7, 2021

GAS Featured Musicians & Poet: BEAT POET SOCIETY by Matthew Bowers



The Creation from Words and Music:


    In the somehow hectic, crazy year, full of surprises and change, singer Anna-Bella Munter approached Bengt O Björklund (Sweden's Beat Poet Laureate-Lifetime) to collaborate on a new musical project. 

     The idea was to create music around Bengt's poetry that would end up almost mystically bringing together elements of classic rock and alternative music. The Beat Poet Societies' debut release is as comforting and familiar, as it is fresh and alive, building a unique bridge for both seasoned and younger generations alike! A veritable musical unicorn, if you will.

     Right from it's genesis, the elements were brought together in place, and set in motion an environment, and voice, that would go on to create pure magicK. Anna-Bella has had a good career as a singer/ vocalist/ songwriter and met Bengt at one of his readings one day several years ago, whereupon they developed a friendship. Such is the beautiful world of the arts. Anna-Bella would later introduce Bengt to their soon to be guitarist, Mats Wennberg, while Bengt had known the coming keyboardist, Olof Andersson, for several years, as he was the piano teacher for his children.


     A Symphony of Alchemy:  

     

     As soon as the Beat Poet Society sits down to write, groove, or improvise songs, a sense of spiritual synchronicity fills the air. The guitar weaves a tapestry of melodic nuances, with  true classic tones that would make a youthful Keith Richards proud. A guitarist's guitar sound, etched from the fabric of the late Sixties and early Seventies when rock and roll, had a fearlessness, mission, and purpose. 

     The spontaneous jam comes to life, as the keyboards find their way alongside the melody, complimenting and counter pointing the guitar in all the right places. With a semblance of musical narrative and craft, Anna-Bella finds, and flows with a vocal foothold, committing instinctually, the most amazing phrasing of musical interpretation I've heard in a long while! Her voice ranges from wise storyteller to strong political activist, with all of the colorful melancholy siren's bliss.

     The Beat Poet Society is located in Sweden, south of Stockholm. They practice in a beautiful, warm studio, that would be any artist's dream. The cozy feel of the studio is reminiscent of a ski lodge in the alps, rather than what seems to be a working environment, it provides a safe haven of escapism and creativity.

     

Salt and Sulfur:


     The recent release is made up of five tracks. Each of the songs stand out in their own way, and on their own merit. There's Wildflowers, Serious Sisters, Fear, Salt and Sulfur, and the song that really got me hooked, There's a Song. All of the songs are masterfully recorded, wonderfully orchestrated, and perfectly performed.


     A complete album from the Beat Poet Society will drop this summer, while I must anxiously bide my time through the coming months until its arrival. The Beat Poet Society is on Spotify, where I have personally been listening to non-stop. These songs speak to me in a way that music hasn't touched me in years. Track after track, candy for your ears, and depth that nourishes your soul. Perhaps through YouTube, or another social media, The Beat Poet Society will be able to touch greater areas of the world. Collaborative artistic videos made from like minds, gathering together in purpose to reach out, and spread the world of art and music! All and All it could be a real… GAS:


You can hear The Beat Poet Society on YouTube.

Find them on Spotify too!