{"id":11799,"date":"2010-12-13T08:45:34","date_gmt":"2010-12-13T15:45:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mutanteggplant.com\/vitro-nasu\/?p=11799"},"modified":"2011-12-13T08:32:14","modified_gmt":"2011-12-13T15:32:14","slug":"kenneth-patchen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mutanteggplant.com\/vitro-nasu\/2010\/12\/13\/kenneth-patchen\/","title":{"rendered":"Kenneth Patchen"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\n(Soundtrack Chet Baker – Speak Low )<\/p>\n

Part I<\/a> (Greenich Village – 1960)<\/p>\n

Kenneth Patchen<\/a> December 13, 1911
\nKenneth Patchen (1911-1972) was a major American experimental poet and novelist influenced by Dadaism and Surrealism.<\/p>\n

His poems<\/a> (Poem hunter)<\/p>\n

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Yes, I went to the city,
\nAnd there I did bitterly cry,
\nMen out of touch with the earth,
\nAnd with never a glance at the sky<\/p>\n

Kenneth Patchen \u2014 Poetry and Jazz days, 1957\u20131959 Larry Smith<\/a><\/p>\n

His black & white illustration<\/a><\/p>\n

Picture Poetry Calendar<\/a><\/p>\n

\"broadside_patchen\"<\/p>\n

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    “There are so many little dyings that it does not matter which of them is death” Kenneth Patchen<\/p>\n

    “I am the world-crier and this is my dangerous career…I am the one to call your bluff, and this is my climate…”
    \nCan you listen to an honest man? Are you strong enough?” Kenneth Patchen<\/p>\n

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    For Kenneth Patchen<\/a> by Alan Sondheim
    \nwhen christ spoke on the mount
    \nthe winds were terrible
    \npeople couldn’t see ‘im
    \nquite a distance, they said, later
    \nquite a distance
    \nand the winds and the clouds
    \nthe storms, too, the weather was furious
    \nso they wrote what they thought they heard
    \nand spoke what they thought they saw
    \nand chances were pretty good
    \nthat he wasn’t there at all<\/p>\n

    Alan Sondheim via Netbehaviour Dec 13 2010<\/p>\n

    He was an early and continuing influence; I showed my
    \nwork at the Gotham Bookmart Gallery in New York right after his show in
    \nthe late 60s I think. An amazing writer; I used to have his records.
    \nBetween him and Lenny Bruce, my life was made. .<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

    Henry Miller on Patchen<\/a><\/p>\n

    THE first thing one would remark on meeting Kenneth Patchen is that he is the living symbol of protest. I remember distinctly my first impression of him when we met in New York: it was that of a powerful, sensitive being who moved on velvet pads. A sort of sincere assassin, I thought to myself, as we shook hands. This impression has never left me. True or not, I feel that it would give him supreme joy to destroy with his own hands all the tyrants and sadists of this earth together with the art, the institutions and all the machinery of every day life which sustain and glorify them. He is a fizzing human bomb ever threatening to explode in our midst. Tender and ruthless at the same time, he has the faculty of estranging the very ones who wish to help him. He is inexorable: he has no manners, no tact, no grace. He gives no quarter. Like the gangster, he follows a code of his own. He gives you the chance to put up your hands before shooting you down. Most people however, are too terrified to throw up their hands. They get mowed down.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

    Miriam Patchen <\/a> (thanks to Albert Geiser<\/a> for this link)<\/p>\n

    For 15 years, Mrs. Patchen, the widow of the renowned poet Kenneth Patchen was a familiar rush- hour figure most Tuesday evenings on the corner of El Camino Real and Embarcadero in Palo Alto, where she rallied with other protesters against U.S. military interventions, waving placards that urged passing motorists to “honk for peace.”\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    (Soundtrack Chet Baker – Speak Low ) Part I (Greenich Village – 1960) Kenneth Patchen December 13, 1911 Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972) was a major American experimental poet and novelist influenced by Dadaism and Surrealism. His poems (Poem hunter) Yes, I went to the city, And there I did bitterly cry, Men out of touch with … <\/p>\n

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