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03/14/2016 06:01 pm ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

Joanne Kyger: The Poet-Buddhist-Ecologist Combo You Should Know

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If you've heard of Joanne Kyger and know her poetry, you're either: 1) a Buddhist with serious literary inclinations; 2) an ecologist with ditto; 3) an historian of literary Northern California; 4) a Beat Generation aficionado; or 5) a nimble self-directed reader. Because her work -- all 30 books and chapbooks -- is one of the most durable, if largely unacknowledged, contributions to "modern" American poetry. For more than five decades, Kyger has lived a humble life on the coastal mesa of Bolinas, California, diligently building an oeuvre that has slipped right through of the hands of the literary establishment. On Time: Poems 2005 - 2014 (Citylights 2015) is the latest link to the chain.

The reasons why Kyger has yet to be widely recognized for her immense achievement are readily understood. From the moment she stood beside them in the 1960s, husband Gary Snyder and close friend Allen Ginsberg have cast very long, opaque shadows. Just as importantly, Kyger has never tooted her own horn, never positioned herself in the residency/workshop/award circuit, let alone held a coveted post in an MFA program. She's excluded from anthologies because she links to various poetry "schools" -- Beat, San Francisco Renaissance, ecopoetics, postmodern -- without being a card-carrying member of any of them. And most importantly, her poetry is deceptively simple: lines might seem, at first, tossed-off when in fact they're precisely chiseled. All too often, taste-makers focus on obvious disruptors without acknowledging quiet revolutions taking place.

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Joanne Kyger's Kitchen Window © Donald Guravich

Throughout On Time, Kyger steadily delivers the poetic idiom that's uniquely hers -- a surprising mix of journal, gossip sheet, topical commentary, dharma workbook and phenomenological primer. She has a knack for weaving in voices, whether they speak across the dinner table ("Stop fidgeting!") or across the centuries ("Nobody Told Me Grief Felt So Much Like Fear," C. S. Lewis). Her eagle-eyed observations on the Bolinas ecosystem are a staple ("watching / the great Blue / Heron strike a gopher in its hole"), along with her humor ("open wide / say / AH!"). In earlier books, Kyger might take herself or the reader to task for lapses of attention, but at 81-years-old, she has earned the Big Picture view and more often the wisdom to just let things be.

On Time is dedicated to Arthur Okamura, a Bay Area artist and illustrator of considerable note, who was Kyger's close friend until his death in Bolinas in 2009. Passages in the book address not only Okamura's loss, but the loss of several friends and companions, some famous, some not. Creatures, too, die in these poems -- a yellow jacket in the writing studio, a dove under the bird feeder. And yet, given the thematics of death, the poems never yield to sentimentality or preciousness. Their power derives from understatement, their poignancy from emotional associations embedded often in nature imagery, as in this poem dedicated to ecologist Peter Warshall and written shortly after his passing:

Say goodnight

To the small field of daffodils
while doves and sparrows
pass overhead

Stars as grand citizens of the sky
appear near dazzled moon
Still possible to read
Under its full light

The doors of the little palace open
messages go out
What happened last night?

It was that meteor flashing
like a runaway gazelle
down the coast.

April 27, 2013

Sketching the plenitude of the present -- whether it's grief at the loss of a friend or curiosity about a circle of men eating asparagus -- is central to Kyger's lifelong work. In deference to this impossible task, she dates almost everything -- either incorporating the composition date in the poem's title or appending it as an italicized note at its close. The seasons, the hours of the day, syllables and even her breath are apt to enter into the accounting of the moment, and complement attention to her location and setting. Together, the consistent marking of time and place emphasize how deeply experiential the poems are. "You're in the moment," she writes. "So sorry it will never be / like this again --."

And here is the crux of the matter: Kyger resists "letting go" of experience with all her might at the same time that her Buddhist training and practice counsel detachment. What is at stake in the poems is more than the plums she's eating, or a dream in which Gary Snyder appears: it's a vigilant exploration of the nature of consciousness in which the particulars of experience -- light filtering through the clouds, a neighbor's note, surfers waiting for waves -- bridge the gap between inner and other worlds. Across six decades of writing, these careful attentions to consecutive moments collectively constitute a massive humanist document, of which On Time is the latest installment. Reading Kyger is not like reading about a life so much as perceiving what it's like to really live.

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Joanne Kyger © Donald Guravich