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Freitag, 25.10. | 17 Uhr

Anne Waldman
(New York)

 

Anne Waldman wird am Freitag das Festival mit einem Opening Message Video offiziell eröffnen.

Poet, beat poet, performer, professor, cultural-political activist and publisher. In 1974, together with Diane Di Prima and Allen Ginsberg, she founded the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics where she still directs the famous summer writing program. She is also a founding member of The Poetry Project at St Mark‘s Church In-the-Bowery New York.

In 2015, she received the American Book Award for her Lifetime Achievement.

Waldmann has been fighting for social change all her life and is committed to her vision of a world safe for poetry. She sees her poems as a cultural intervention, e.g. the 1000-page Iovis Trilogy, 2011. She has worked with numerous artists, musicians and dancers, e.g. Judith Malina (Living Theatre) or Kiki Smith. Patti Smith described her last vinyl album Sciamachy (2020, with Laurie Anderson, among others) as „exquisitely potent, a psychic shield for our times“.

She wrote more than 60 books, including the mini-classic Fast Speaking Woman, published by Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s legendary City Lights Books in San Francisco, Trickster Feminism, 2018, a new collection of essays, interviews, letters, and poems entitled Bard, Kinetic, 2023, as well as her classic, Vow to Poetry.

www.annewaldman.org

On Friday, Anne Waldman will officially open the festival with an Opening Message Video.

 

 

Foto Martin Richartz/schamrock

Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at
from my window into the streets
That’s where it’s going to be where everyone is
walking around, looking around out in the open
suspecting each other’s heart to open fire
all over the streets
                              like streets you read about every day
who are the network we travel through on the way to the center
which is energy filling life
and bursting with joy all over the screen
                                                             I can’t sit still any longer!

I wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe
I wore a garland of the brain that was whole
It commanded me, done babbling
And I no more blabbed, spare no lie
Tell womanhood she shake off pity
Tell the man to give up tumult for the while
To wonder at the sight of baby's beauty
Ne let the monsters fray us with things that not be
From a high tower poem issuing
Everything run along in creation till I end the song
Ne none fit for so wild beasts
Ne none so joyous, ne none no give no lie
Tell old woes to leave off here:
I sing this into a scallop shell with face of a pearl
& leave all sorrow bye & bye.