semantikon feature literature
Feb 2008
Guest Editor
Ralph LaCharity
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works
1. Ralph LaCharity:  Following One's Nose: into the sounds and sights
2. Kate Polak: Between Skins
3. Mail Art From Geof Huth Blog "qbdp"
4. Kate Polak: John  Constantine in America
5. Ken Kawaji: Letters to Bill Polak and LaCharity
6. Ralph LaCharity: Intimations of Onward: a brief essay on the aforesaid
bio

La Charity has been public as a poet since 1970. He first began presenting his work in music settings as a result of the vivid physical quality of his delivery, working for two years as house poet at JAZZ PLUS Nightclub in Honolulu HI, with Bob Braye's Peace & Rhythm jazz ensemble in the early 80's. Working in collaboration with two Cincinnati-based musicians in 1996, guitarist Richard Williams & saxophonist Jack Walker, La Charity, as poet/percussionist, formed the musical trio, SáSemblé, dedicated to performing what the poet calls "village jazz & word."

Among the poet's books currently in print are: four-by-fars; on Som bo; and CINEMANUENSING, all from Aloud Allowed Impress of Cincinnati in the late '90s, and Seatticus Knight, from Black Heron Press of Seattle/San Francisco, released in 1985. Two audio cassette anthologies include his work, Poets Along the River, from Mesilla Press of San Antonio TX, 1991, and Road Word Live, from Burning Press of Cleveland OH, 1994. The poet currently edits & publishes W'ORCs/ALOUD ALLOWED, a poetry samizdat he originated in then-West Germany in 1986, based since 1992 in Cincinnati. An October 2003 taped 50-minute video of La Charity performing solo at the Jailhouse in Fred Fuller Park in Kent OH is available from RC Wilson Jr of that city.

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Following One’s Nose: into the sounds and sights

I really have nothing to gain here save the possibilities of poetry, despite bald-faced evidence on every hand of poetry’s purported obsolescence.

A greatly resourceful treachery continues to abound. The dictionaries don’t quite lie but they certainly cannot stay abreast. That law corrupts, fully as much as it confounds, flummoxes the polity. It is as if each step taken is upon a topography deceitful beyond any defense: snowshoes will not help, there are no handrails, these are slippery slopes thin as thinnest ice. So treacherous is said environment, only the mitten of instinct and the glove of intuition qualify as appropriate sufficiencies. The intransitive rules. Nonesuch insists. Democracy? Forget about it. If inspiration does not will its whisp hither, the yawn of a perdurable Ice Age will. This is what it has come to. Where it has always been. According to the restroom wall, everybody’s in better shape than me...

                             “It all comes down to the ring of bone.
                                     Where ring is what a bell does.”

                                                                                                -Lew Welch

What follows is a foreshortened virtual issue of my own samizdat and staple-zine, W’ORCs/ALOUD ALLOWED, a transparent magic lantern and diving bell of bone, glimpsed en passant … yes, W’ORCs always worried the aural resonances of poetry, which is to say, its actual sound. In what follows, another element is introduced: the visual.

                                             “So what’re you doing … laughing, or aiming?”
                                                                                                                               -Mickey One

Katharine Polak is most interested in graphic evocations, and her paper, "Bleeding Skins," begins to lay a foundation for pursuing the intersection between poetry and art --- she would point out that what might be considered lurid in so many current comic book representations of psycho-drama ("John Constantine in America") have their roots in ancient hybrid representations, such as the minotaur (as well as in, say, the swirling visionary mytho-phantasias of William Blake).

Geof Huth has a more eclectic and particularized contemporary approach, insisting that poetry “tends inexorably towards the visual.” He devotes himself to nurturing that inexorability via whatever can be made to crackle and glow through the highly porous environs of the United States Postal Service --- he deserves a far more investigative sampling than we achieve here, but it’s a start.

To my eye, both Polak and Huth are tracking poetry’s radiances in ways at once provocative and profound. That which is intriguing in what they pursue will occur to you as you, like me, follow your nose onward, into the samplings, and the links, provided …

                                                                                                                                                                -Ralph La Charity
                                                                                                                                                                  February 2008