Michael McClure & Ray Manzarek
Michael McClure

Plum Stones: Cartoons of No Heaven

plum stones "In McClure's poems, the shapes are abstractions like DNA (statement of relation and in some poems one-word centered lines on a page) which as a language can't ever be the same as the object (such as 'black lily'). Yet he breaks down a distinction between text as object and the phenomenal object of 'black lilies' (words), and physical sensation (of the 'speaker' or reader of these words)...

He transposes (enacts) the (comic book bubble) language of his poetry as theater; it is a mode of theater in both his poetry and his plays - in both, the distinction betweent he surface and intuititve apprehension is broken down - or between that which is 'visual' and (that as) language." — Leslie Scalapino

"In his preface to this book (O Books, 2002), McClure described its contents as "the energy of consciousness moving vertically on a scroll." PLUM STONES is the continuation of a journey which began with the 2000 release, TOUCHING THE EDGE. At once, these poems move us into uncharted waters: The poet alone moving through time and the timeless mind, stepping slowly now, aware of the craters just beyond the hissing tongues of water, aware of the snakes and goblins, the poet alone moving through himself into the sacred and holy place of no thought -- that soft and peaceful place where there is no thought and no preoccupation with the Self. No ego. No eyes. Only spirit. Ghostly peace. And simply content now to be." —John Aiello, in the August 2003 issue of The Electric Review

Read Jack Foley's review of PLUM STONES at The Alsop Review.

Michael McClure is "a poet of the sensorium coursing in the realms of consciousness, a scholar of the visionary, a professor of beauty, a flashpoint at the intersection of the spiritual and the real." — Lewis Mac Adams in L.A. Weekly

PLUM STONES: CARTOONS OF NO HEAVEN (PART TWO)

 

FOG.  FOG AROUND RAINBOWS

RAINBOW IN CLEAR LIGHT

HORSE HEADS LIKE EAGLES.

EAGLES LIKE HORSE HEADS

Z

O

O

M

I

N

G

through

STORMS.

BIG DROPS SPLASHING

ON THE REDWOOD DECK RAIL.



INNER AND OUTER REALM MATED

IN SIZELESSNESS

Rainbows pouring in water falls

WATER FALLS GURGLING IN STREAMS

OF CHILDHOOD.

COMPASSION SWIRLING THROUGH MERCY



BIRTH


GOES


OUT


WITH


A


LIGHT BULB



Always here

in continuous practice:

a brown moth resting on old lace,

and a can of peaches

in tomorrow’s firelight



PLUM

Somewhere a plum is ripe.

Swirling like horse heads

in rainbows.



Purple plum.

Green plum

Blue-black edging through white

with hands in prayer.

O

R

D

I

N

A

R

Y

as palm

pressed to palm

in

a

mudra.



BOWING

IN BLESSING

after all

these

years.



A PLUM IS RIPE.

COLD HARD GOLD-BROWN PEARS

in the rain

by the eaves



alert with bare

branches



like kitten fur and deer eyes

plain as a skid mark.



ORDINARY,

ORDINARY AS BOWING

IN BLESSING.

Z

O

O

M

I

N

G

through

STORMS.

EAGLES LIKE HORSE HEADS.

HORSE HEADS LIKE EAGLES.

FOG.  FOG AROUND RAINBOWS

like kitten fur and deer eyes

plain as skid marks.

ORDINARY



ORDINARY AS BOWING

IN BLESSING.



O

R

D

I

N

A

R

Y

as palm

pressed to palm

in

a

mudra

 

 

© Michael McClure