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Bernal Litterati [sic]

Date:
Wednesday, December 01, 2021
Time:
4:15 PM - 5:15 PM
Event Type:
Party/Street Party
Organizer/Author:
David Giesen
Email:
Phone:
415-948-4265
Location Details:
Bernal Branch Library
500 Cortland Avenue
(gather in the amphitheater, corner of Cortland and Moultrie)

San Francisco authors read from their work. That means you, too.
San Francisco located stories given preference.

Loose-leaf authors
scat
ter
words in
the wind sha
dow
of a library


Here's a recent work read:

Between the heat and Greta Thunberg lies the whole of America,
Still romancing road trips
Sky trips
Cheap stuff from Amazon
And a mythos that if only you had the expanse of a continent
You'd be as righteous and grand and pious and independent
As George Washington, who raped black women to supply his
Substitute for fossil fuels


And another:

Jack Hirschman

Jack the magnificent translator,
The charge d'affaire of North Beach plump words to the world,
Drank his Stalinovich vodka with a bobbing scoop of ice cream,
Then took to the air waves with a little murmur,
Trailing Italian and Spanish rime into the brisk begotten vaporous sky above Coit Tower.

I hosted him once,
He and four others;
Paid them car fare to Bernal.

And now?
His slushy pronunshiation
Won't fit into a single poem or eulogy,
But comes spilling out the alleys and cracked windows
Of the little town smelling of focaccia if you wake early enough.
Aye, North Beach.
Aye, aye, Jack Hirschman.
You've escaped the neighborhood and gone on tour.

And one more:

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

The neat, sweet, and big as life stenciled stick-on film
Adheres to windows beautifully:
Black
Lives
Matter

Yet when I wonder out loud,
"Enough to end the private ownership of the Earth?"
The shushing begins.

I guess if you peel that lettering on film off your window
There's no need to feel like a dog in heat,
Humping everybody's morality trousers

And you can go back to backing Trump
By default as he collects the ground rent
at 500 California Street.


No, no, really; just one more:

SPRAWL

You, know, even in San Francisco
Where the fog clogs the valleys
And cars gum up the streets,
There are plenty of vacancies
Obscuring the view that we could have.

The Ohlone landscape you can fantasize
Of scrub and sand and rock
Only needs the natives--all of 'em:
Everybody sporting a Giants cap or jersey--
To embrace the free market pricing
"We are on indigenous land" belly-ache-ers
And righteous do-gooders abhor,
Apply it to land as though Occupy San Francisco
Meant the land was ours,
And demand the titled landowners
Fork the location rent over.
That's what it means to eat the rich on their own tines.
That, kiddies, would obliterate land speculation
And give open space scrub and sand and rock
A kick in the Ramaytush.

and how 'bout one for this week?


Amnesia

Give me Columbus Day sans the Indians,
Sans the free-loaders, sans the socialists,
Sans the bison, sans the snail darter,
Sans the carrier pigeon, sans Bears Ears,
Sans the whole of the Americas.

Give me Columbus Day with
Only the Atlantic, grey and vast,
Or blue and green and vast,
With impossibly beautiful blond highlights at
Start and end of day,
Luring the dauntless voyager
To China and India
And nothing, absolutely nothing in between.

And from a short while ago:

Pore over and pour out the poor.
Another study, please!
Grab some data off the "net."
Convene a panel.
Conceive a syllabus:
List a course . . . Poverty 302, meets
In McClellan Hall, Room 407,Thursday afternoons.

Or, in a fit of pique at the dawdle:
Tax the rich,
Eat the rich,
Build houses, buildings,
Skyscrapers to the stars
Filled with running water and
Microwavable food, plus organic
Vegetables.

But whatever
Whatever
whatever you do,
Don't simply earnestly behave like the soil out of which they were formed was every bit theirs as yours.


From this past weekend:

Sabbath in San Francisco
(At Civic Center upon seeing the city's homeless village adjacent the Main Library, and then viewing a City Hall steps rally by Sudanese in favor of restoration of civilian government in Sudan)

On the other side of Jordan
Lies the promised land--
Jehovah said so--

For the Sudanese lost boys,
For Aunt Midge,
For the vets
Of wars and the streets
Of CRT denial
Of the puny property tax on land.

On the other side of Van Ness
Lies the opera house and Herbst Auditorium
Where the UN was born

For the healing of the nations,
For the deconstruction of colonialism
For the slow travail of one earth, one people.

On the other side of your life
Lies your body, aching for return, with the
Words of Natalie Merchant and Phil Ochs in mind:

"Which side are you on?"
and
"I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here."


ANOTHER:

The barber's in;
Buildings--even the hills!--have lost their tops
In fog, mist, and settled clouds

AND YET A WEE 'NOTHER:

Chuck that, Chuck

There's the sonnet sonatina,
Fine in form branding high culture,
Analogous, I say, to the pomp
Of academia and place
Held in esteem by voter's choice,
Selected for a blue-ribbon
Committee studying the faults
Of you and me--hapless it seems--
To give to them what it takes for
The poor to ride the bus for free
With dignity, without crashing
The fare gate. I prefer a snort
And a simple communism
Of the land rent, thank you kindly.


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