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		<title>Michael C Ford&#8217;s Review of Robert Peter&#8217;s Poetry Album</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A CAREER OF EVOCATIVE YEARS
by  Michael C Ford
 My initial thought was to decline an invitation to comment on these 49 spoken word tracks. As an associate producer at Hen House Studios, during the gestation period of this recorded document, there might have been some danger
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://henhousestudios.com/going-down-the-river-in-a-hayloft-coffin-the-evocative-years-of-robert-peters"><strong><em>A CAREER OF EVOCATIVE YEARS</em></strong></a></p>
<p><strong><sup>by  Michael C Ford</sup></strong></p>
<p><strong><sup> </sup></strong><strong><sup>My</sup></strong><strong><sup> </sup></strong><sup>initial thought was to decline an invitation to comment on these 49 spoken word tracks. As an associate producer at <strong>Hen House Studios</strong>, during the gestation period of this recorded document, there might have been some danger</sup></p>
<p><sup>that the subjective nature of my prose would take on the PR complexion of a pinch  of low grade salt. That being said, however, as someone who studied the important facets of the creative process with Kenneth Rexroth, Kenneth Patchen and, later, with the poet and translator Jack Hirschman at UCLA, I have better chance of identifying with what’s concerned the Robert Peters compendium of five decades of literary contributions than, perhaps, most anyone. And I&#8217;m really  talking about gifts which comprise his prolific catalogue, and how his many works have been assimilated into realms of the World Culture.</sup></p>
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<p><sup> One has only to listen to Peters, on tracks like <strong><em>Father, Son, Cousin, Country-Western Band </em></strong>or <strong><em>Home-Made Saw-Rig</em></strong>. With a combination of rhapsody and lament he invites us to experience the  rural landscapes, as well as the interior terrain of the years of his Wisconsin youth. Then, as with cuts like  <strong><em>Memory Loss In A Parkinglot</em></strong>, we’re  hearing him go onward,  into an undeniable poetic maturity. It should be noted that executive producer Harlan Steinberger is responsible for the competently composed, engaging and thoroughly complimentary musical backdrop.</sup><em></em></p>
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</sup></em><sup>As a hyphenated American poet-playwright- essayist-critical analyst, Peters has been continuously, acknowledged as an author of evocative, imperious perceptions, generally,  involved with the whole of international literature.</sup></p>
<p><sup> Now, this 2009 set of aural genetic poetics, in their entirety, are every bit the perfect recorded companion to a Peters volume of print entitled<strong><em> Familial Love and other Misfortunes</em></strong>: certainly an indicative collection produced by <strong>Red Hen Press,</strong> in 1999, and still available via their website.</sup></p>
<p><sup> Since, 1974, I/ve been aware that Robert Peters, as an artist who, through his differentiable talent, possessing both an illustrative image mind and the sense of dynamics to interpret character lives in one-man performances of his staged  monologues, has proven time and time again all deserved accolades for the wide and “evocative” nature, on so many levels, down the long years of his transcendent career. </sup></p>
<p><sup> The voice on this CD/MP3 reminds one of how grateful so many of us should be that Peters has never allowed his dark, poetic vision to lose sight of his writer’s integrity. The scalpel he’s used to probe into the, occasionally, vile body of University-sanctioned poetry never got dull, Nor did he ever drop the sutures covering the wounds of warrior poets he, more than once, went out of his way to encourage and defend.</sup></p>
<p><sup> He accomplished his literary goals without chasing after tainted poetry prizes, so often achieved by too many of the mainstream clones beating drums for the Yuppie poets of distinction. It now, seems to be a perfect time, indeed, to put Robert Peters between your ears, harvesting your very own hay and evoking any necessary personal transportation container to oblivion.</sup><strong><sup> </sup></strong><strong> </strong></p>
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		<title>This Week In Poetry&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hen House&#8217;s own Ellyn Maybe and Michael C Ford featured in Beyond Baroque&#8217;s poetry  supershow Sparring with Beatnik Ghosts


Friday July 23rd 7:30pm
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2>Hen House&#8217;s own <a href="http://ellynmaybe.com/">Ellyn Maybe</a> and Michael C Ford featured in <a href="http://www.beyondbaroque.org/">Beyond Baroque&#8217;s</a> poetry  supershow Sparring with Beatnik Ghosts</h2>
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<h2>Friday July 23rd 7:30pm</h2>
<p><a href="http://www.laweekly.com/authors/falling-james/"><strong><span>By Falling James</span></strong></a></p>
<p>Sparring With Beatnik Ghosts is a &#8220;traveling  poetry supershow&#8221; of spoken-word performers and musicians that started  in San Francisco in 2008 and is finally making its debut in L.A. The  series presents adventurous modern-day poets in bars and venues where  the early Beat poets used to hang out, in the hopes that the lingering  spirits of the elders will inspire their progeny&#8217;s new work. Given its  long history as a SoCal literary vortex, <a href="http://www.beyondbaroque.org/">Beyond Baroque</a> seems to be an  ideal setting for &#8220;tapping the mystic voices and drumming the Beat  haunts from their tombs in Los Angeles.&#8221; This seventh edition of the  series features the longtime local poet <a href="http://ellynmaybe.com/">Ellyn Maybe</a>, appearing with a  band (!), and veteran wordsmith Michael C. Ford, whose &#8220;arsenal of  commando language&#8221; blows apart every last standing irrational political  pie-ball cowboy who continually threatens National Nirvana.&#8221; Meanwhile,  former Ringling Sister Iris Berry (<em>Two Blocks East of Vine</em>,  pictured) leavens her tales of heroin misadventures and gangster  boyfriends with a punk rock perspective and gallows humor. The show also  includes Jim Bolt, Mike the Poet, Rachel Kann, Brenda Petrakos, Gary  Justice, host Mani Suri and special guests known only as the Mystery  Poets.<a href="http://www.laweekly.com/events/sparring-with-beatnik-ghosts-991435/"> (Link to LA Weekly Events)</a></p>
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		<title>Ellyn Maybe &#8211; City Streets</title>
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		<title>Charles Plymell on Robert Peters &#8211; What Peters Means To Me</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ I&#8217;ve never been that big of an advocate of &#8220;oral&#8221; poetry (in fact it suggested sex to my dirty mind).  Nor did I care that much for &#8220;voice&#8221; or &#8220;performance&#8221; poetry, which always suggested to me a way to present otherwise dull poetry where everyone bows their head to the grave task of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-3315" src="http://henhousestudios.com/wp-content/uploads/webcp-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /> I&#8217;ve never been that big of an advocate of &#8220;oral&#8221; poetry (in fact it suggested sex to my dirty mind).  Nor did I care that much for &#8220;voice&#8221; or &#8220;performance&#8221; poetry, which always suggested to me a way to present otherwise dull poetry where everyone bows their head to the grave task of &#8220;understanding.&#8221; I thought of it as more arts org decoration because no one knew what real poetry was when funding it, so applause would thus take cues from Jerry Springer with all the slam and &#8220;stuff.&#8221; I am old fashioned enough to know that in black ink the love of poetry still shines bright. So what do I get in the mail but the new wave of the future of publishing: a cd of the recorded voice; a little booklet of poems; the photo of the poet&#8217;s life all in one neat little package! i revised my thinking on the topic. Maybe it WAS important to hear the old Celtic tremble of Yeats, or the dramatic sculpted prosody of Pound in recordings. So here is the gift of the voice of Robert Peters, Professor Emeritus who is probably the last academic scholar and real voice in American poetry to be heard.<br />
<span id="more-8"></span>His accomplishment in critical analysis would awaken a Ford Maddox Ford. For decades he has made the academe tremble with his witty iconoclastic, intense and diverse critical work on American poetry, its poets, its pedagogy, its ultimate aesthetic. He has shown no mercy. I remember the subliminal courage he gave to my colleague, John Norton, a slight man tough as nails, on a cane since birth, who with me went to hear Robert Penn Warren read from his new volume imitating Native Americans to a packed hot house of academic elites. When Josh and I were classmates in Baltimore&#8230;I whispered to Josh that it was very stuffy breathing all that dead air and a window should be opened. After the esteemed poet finished one of his heady poems, Josh got up and banged his cane demanding fresh air in the room. Josh had read the Peters&#8217; essay on Penn Warren classifying his new volume as UGH poetry!<br />
Peters&#8217; many books of criticism such as Hunting the Snark, classification and commentary of American Poetry at the century&#8217;s end, or Where the Bee Sucks: Workers, Drones and Queens of Contemporary American Poetry were examples of his many books that have been methodically suppressed over the years out of fear of what he might have said about his contemporaries. Just before I picked up his cd book in the mail, I had been visiting college classes and had given a poetry reading. When I walked down the dead halls of the English Department, I saw again, the image I had known through the years when a poet visited and professors peeked from cubicles and offices through trolling doors with oblique glances at the alien among them. I had to laugh to myself thinking of the time Robert came to visit us in the D.C. area when I was teaching part time in the area&#8217;s colleges, that semester at the two Georges: Washington and Mason, where he was embarrassed by the pink round wintered co-ed bodies in the first spring sunlight practicing ballet. Instead of dining with the faculty he suggested we stop at an Asian vegetable stand and get some items, He proceeded to eat the raw head of cabbage like one eats an apple.<br />
Still amused at my thoughts of him I visualized his large daunting figure striding through the halls of the English Department in California on his way to class carrying his briefcase and an armload of books while timid professors poached and peeked with averted glance. I laugh and visualize him thusly as the Vikings in the ad on TV &#8220;What&#8217;s in Your Wallet!&#8221;<br />
Also in the mail was my alumni magazine and I thought again of Robert Peters when I read an article about Professor Gildersleeve, John Hopkins first teacher, who had heard in a hotel in Baltimore, Poe recite &#8220;The Raven.&#8221; He said his voice was pleasant, nothing dramatic about his recitation and was sensitive to the music of his own verses that he emphasized in his delivery. This made me think what a valuable thing to hear the old poets, the masters&#8217; voices in Peters, Yeats and Pound and others that would have been otherwise lost of not available as in Poe.  I was reminded of Peter&#8217;s scholarly essays examining his subjects prosody calling attention to half rhymes and devices of which I was unaware even in my own work. What a reward to hear the old poet&#8217;s voice.<br />
It is also rewarding to hear Peter&#8217;s selections from his immense repertoire. His many volumes that always take on something new. His &#8220;seance poetry&#8221; that Michael McClure calls his brilliant award-winning volumes of the voices of Ann Lee, the Shaker leader, King Ludwig, the Blood Countess of John Dillinger. For this new format he has selections too, from his many volumes. He&#8217;s the last scholar I know who is hip to every gimmick in modern poetry and has tried it all and in this set even digs into his biographical works, into the maw that makes the squeamish wring their hands. He knows the found poems, the ego poems, the catatonic Surrealist poems all the ones he has written about, labeled and many times practiced what he preached. He connects it all from the poem of antiquity to found poems of the scraps we pen today. I&#8217;m reminded of him again in the words of the first professor Gildersleeve who said: &#8220;Scrap knowledge is the band of many scholars. Not to see a thing in its connections is to not see it at all.&#8221; Peter&#8217;s greatness was not seen for the reasons I have suggested that shape contemporary poetry. In this new format, he throws a lifeline to those who are drowning in the scrap heap of today&#8217;s poetry. -Charles Plymell</p>
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(Hen House Studios, 2009) Ellyn Maybe got her moniker because she was too shy to commit when she signed up for the open mic list—“Ellyn,” she’d write, “maybe.” She’s an LA phenomenon, published by Henry Rollins, the lovechild of Gertrude Stein and Allen Ginsberg, a lyrical poet in [...]]]></description>
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<p>(Hen House Studios, 2009) Ellyn Maybe got her moniker because she was too shy to commit when she signed up for the open mic list—“Ellyn,” she’d write, “maybe.” She’s an LA phenomenon, published by Henry Rollins, the lovechild of Gertrude Stein and Allen Ginsberg, a lyrical poet in hippie couture, a one-of-a-kind. Now, with <em>Rodeo for the Sheepish</em>, she shows she’s ready for Las Vegas. Brilliant settings by producer Harlan Steinberger, superlative vocal backtracks by Tommy Jordan—all of a sudden, she’s gone Motown and you can hear the sheer force of Poetry vs. Pop music in an arena the size of Radio City Poetry Hall. Humor, poignancy, universality, individuality—like all great artists, how she does it is a mystery, but Ellyn Maybe is for real.</p>
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