I’m thrilled out of my mind by this.
The brilliant composer Jason Charney took one of my poems (“Near” from Areas of Fog) and turned it into a choir piece for soprano, alto, tenor and bass; and it was performed last night (a public sight-reading) by the Baltimore Choral Arts Society.
A choir of 100 or so people belting out words I wrote in a hole in Humboldt County, man oh man, a dream.
(Source: youtube.com)
Adolph Gottlieb, Blue Halo, 1967
My third letterpress broadside from Wolfram Swets’ Tungsten Press in Hilversum, the Netherlands:
“Joseph Massey: HARBOR — a two-color poecard printed in the Romanée and the Folio on Zerkall paper, December 2012 / May 2013 — Edition of a hundred copies.”
Most people think I was immaculately hatched from a sandwich roll, but I actually have a mother. I’d like to thank her for participating in my conception at a Styx concert, otherwise I surely would not be here right now.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the glorious mommies in my life.
Cid Corman poem typed by the man himself on the front flap of a Japanese aerogramme, June 1999.
