Use Trouble

Use Trouble

by Michael S. Harper
Use Trouble

Use Trouble

by Michael S. Harper

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For decades, Michael S. Harper has written poetry that speaks with many voices. His work teems with poetry configured as awe, poetry as courtship, and poetry as elegy and homage. Infused with tales and riddles, sass and satire and surprise, Harper’s poetry takes the form of psalms, jazz experiments, soft serenades, and radical provocations.

In Use Trouble, his first major collection since Songlines in Michaeltree, Harper renews poetry as the art of taking nothing for granted. In three groups--"The Fret Cycle," "Use Trouble," and "I Do Believe in People"--he draws on his seemingly inexhaustible resources to paint, sing, sympathize, and sorrow. Here are his tributes to his father and family, his irrepressible playfulness, and his lifelong romance between poetry and music.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780252091476
Publisher: University of Illinois Press
Publication date: 10/01/2010
Series: Illinois Poetry Series
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 368
File size: 980 KB

About the Author

Michael S. Harper, University Professor and professor of English at Brown University, is the author of numerous volumes of poetry, including Songlines in Michaeltree; Dear John, Dear Coltrane;Honorable Amendments;Images ofKin; and History Is Your Own Heartbeat. He is Poet Laureate Emeritus of Rhode Island and has been honored with the Frost Medal of the Poetry Society of America, the Melville Cane Award of the Poetry Society of America, the Black Academy of Arts and Letters Award, and the Robert Hayden Poetry Award, among others.

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use TROUBLE

poems
By MICHAEL S. HARPER

UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS PRESS

Copyright © 2009 Michael S. Harper
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-252-07598-8


Chapter One

    FRET (A TUNE NEAR COMPOSITION IN THE STUDIO)

    We're just re-tuning among the dials
    engineer a student (Chris) we spoke of Scituate reservoir once

    I'm sending him a book in the campus mail
    (he has that shorthand on email of watery entitlement a fix)

    Paul making new solos in accompaniment writes new music
    only he can hear a praxis of support near duet, his unction

    I watch him 'fret' over the blur of notched etching awhile back
    when we were in the pitch of answering everything behind the beat

    we will not be playing today my words now only an arrangement
    an order a pace but his polishing a notion of fret to hone

    what cannot be gone over again in performance but with dials
    amplified in taking away holding the patterns for editing

    I told him once (at Madeira's in a list of specials) anecdotes
    of growing up into one's song he speaks of his father gone

    a stylist of linguistics from abroad from elsewhere his mother
    less resonant in a solo career which hoves now around tenure to play

    like no other in his sphere every night each day for fresh fret
    so we can go back into the zone of talking together over song riffs

    not ever gathered into a garden while he practices new cuisine
    hangouts with his sensei after workouts to keep his limbered reed

    greased for he seldom orders soup but fish like ancestry Icelandic
    an airline of composition over space like light near the pole

    but his love of warmth say Dominican Brazil a talk of equality
    in playing amber smooth canejuice which can't evaporate at palate

    when taste is all vintage of genes like spices in our neighborhood
    of an alphabet of notes declensions arpeggios floss Monk

    taking each black key into embouchures an attitude of gloss
    vocabulary a pattern un-thought out but felt in fret his own soup

    'sauce' he says with olives the pits a sandpile reservoir
    of studio work now fret your folks are waiting to exit over you


    A NOTE FROM CATHY AT YADDO

    the dog that bit Patty Sopp belonged to Katy De Groot
    (Fret will occupy her father's house down by the river

    just before studio session) parable of the bite
    for a dog that only guards the premises

    Yaddo mascot no but De Groots wanted us to know
    the story so play it Paul on bass clarinet

    so the bell which recites the tones
    also catches the pitch of dog

    all microphones spiked
    in adjacent rooms


    THE LESSON FOR PAUL ON CATHERINE CLARKE'S BIRTHDAY

    Padre says 'you were bad last night' but not
    in performance wondrous overtones sonics

    to rhyme with tonic and GIN too much for one
    sonata which you could have written 'first thing'

    but you were missing breakfast lunch De Groot's
    ass the apple of your attention just around the bend

    the river where you will compose the suite
    of all the ancestors the factory closed down

    after Pearl Harbor in nearby Whitehall
    (remember when you go for your massage

    Raymond Moriyasu's father was in the 442nd in Europe
    finally allowed to fight his 'mentors' in the open

    too many Japanese-Americans in Hawaii to encamp
    the parachutes we lost in metaphor for easy landings

    near fresh water) you'll play your bass clarinet
    fretting for the answers to how to trap the music

    not caught in the bell of Tom Lopez's studio
    once a hippie hangout a lowbrow dream of equity

    in another lost cause you will come to know
    the supply line of the Hudson at this crossing stage

    of another war (perhaps Page 1 your own) combining
    in the nearby fields a team of mules at the barge

    for here was the canal which went to Plattsburgh
    an underground rr station for John Brown (Lake Elba)

    which is the lesson
    as you move your quarters in the woods


    FRET IN THE WOODS

    Even with drive-up mosquitoes
    while you focus on lime

    you camp in your head on the river
    "ass" is the feature heartwork

    the slang of ass a full-time job
    (praxis a galaxy of women all vintage)

    can you stand this ancient proverb
    "the song turns into itself as bramble"

    somebody got thrown into the briar patch
    honeybee and honeystruck pollination

    in the next life you will conjure
    your own children the source Bahia

    military coups will be native morpho
    (a shirt you own but will not wear

    a brand of pollen attractive disease
    for some species of deceit caretaker)

    the reed is to be listened to as Coltrane
    cautioned he spent most of his time

    conjuring the supreme right here on
    earth while Elvin was the mask incarnate

    country music is what to focus on now
    (the bites you get the price: inoculation)

    like any cellphone you speak into dark
    by calling out tunes you can't remember

    when not driving the gig is just ahead
    (you fantasize the drive back easily

    don't die on the hwy racing to cabin)
    somehow the divine enters your mouthpiece

    you will have no more innocence about Y
    but you will rewind the clock Fret less!


    TABLE NOTICE

    Fret reads this with his lunch
    (the day he leaves is when the pool opens

    and he takes this personally:
    Venezuela, Argentina, Italy, LA

    all the muses at the table
    he will not swim with them

    having left his suit elsewhere)
    he takes out his bass clarinet

    in the woods where he's been moved
    since leaving the 'pink' room

    with the pitch machine for jive
    upbeats, modulations, adjustments

    then he takes the Padre texts
    he has recorded and walks that music

    into the woods it is raining sunny
    soon he will be by the river ax ready

    where De Groot might appear to hear
    him solo he will be alone that dog

    who goes for a walk at the same time
    known to bite just anybody if pitch

    is tonally correct and Fret worries
    just a little behind the beat about

    this problem the problem of ass is
    very different juice off the bell

    where only partial aspects of sound
    can follow he gives notice to swim

    elsewhere with Elvin's ghost
    which is still hanging around

    hung over just a little on gin
    ancestral libations having glow

    on both sides of the equator
    meridian hemisphere orisha

    preferring fish after he works
    tonic with his 'ten' without any tab

    I tell him this little initiation
    is a trial run nothing to worry

    ass will always be the problem
    fascination that does not come only

    from Finland his mother's research
    at teaching him to read his father's

    linguistic gifts at being foreign
    Fret a true American loving the music

    of every aboriginal birdcall parse
    of organic form his weakness at

    writing it all down then explication
    to tame the critics while he hears ass

    apologizes for it the stiff drink juice
    across his lap while waiting to enter

    this part of the ensemble improvised
    players coming and going some who read

    others who can't and won't compress
    that part of the schedule Fret won't

    ever be the same he knows this truth
    he ponders the fact of the river dog

    pitch ass mother who made him study
    prepare father who outlived her

    didn't do right by her or so he thinks plays the
    aria of Yaddo (meaning shadow)


    FRET SKIPS TOWN FOR A GIG IN NEW LONDON

    Recording machine goes with him
    though he says otherwise; lost sessions

    bother him ass does not he speculates
    what's catchable is like gin disappearing

    guaranteeing nothing in the creative tank
    (yet he struggles with routes only)

    his fetish is to play badly for money
    (he thinks I don't see this obsession

    but Yaddo allows failure every day studio
    in the woods also East Room no picnic)

    he misses the witticisms of bacon and cakes
    (not the Bruce variety but french toast

    the inmates love it syrup like molasses
    which I attribute to rum trade cane flax)

    We will take this up when Haiti swims up
    the many bodies of the deep in his craw

    We will get some Finland stories Nokia
    fishkill serfs pogroms lute fantasies

    an instrument akin to ass he says sleep
    walking his way to the lotion to dose

    Pulitzer's new rules where he can stand up
    make changes run down Lacy who just died

    I must point out the change of name in obit
    Astaire not able to dance any rhythm

    but no slouch with partners film silent
    it doesn't matter ugly nice threads


    FRET DEEP IN THE WOODS

    Untuned piano still the birds flock
    your sessions prodigious (Elvin spirit

    now is lone accompaniment he had no
    children in "Nagasaki" or "Pontiac"

    but the pied piper of drums calls
    you can't help but answer) behind wheel

    tunes collapse around your ears
    (the smell of women torment you)

    you play into and over them for praxis
    they write their names on your feet

    you begin to clean up around the flat
    (little mini-recorder punishments regal)

    you stop drinking entirely meals fallow
    toasts in the town are unfriendly muse

    talks into the meadow across the night
    (you can hear horses winnowing silence

    across the lap of your shoes anklets
    silk shirts the gift of the morpho

    alive at riverside) libation libation
    in every element you try to go home

    early but the melodies have you gutshot
    you learn to walk with such pain soldier

    formations bayonets infantry lore
    sonnets file onto the memo stand padre

    has told you so you will listen faintly
    put aside the staggered machine: orchestrate


    FRET LEAVES YADDO

    Because you are drinking beer
    the missing of breakfast is strategy

    some leave notes others want you
    to drop by but packing is proverbial

    and not to be tested like water
    in the dirty swimming pool

    where you can wash your clothes
    while you 'chat' en route to email

    some you'll meet in new york
    others will compress your shuttle

    into the weave of materials
    the craft of 'making' modest but steady

    nest is the order of the day
    (last night you saw a deer robust

    the leaping factor bright
    like the eyes of the hunted

    Fret thinks of Haitian music
    the cost of that music artmaking

    with or without the military)
    G8 goes on in Sea Islands Gipper

    gives the nation a holiday called
    'the communicator' lest you forget

    you have been doing in your studio
    East Room is not pink room

    the pitch moves the tent is collapsed
    Vermont two hours north paydirt


    GHOST OF FRET AT HIGH TABLE: MANSION

    Bouquet squats at center peonies
    Chinese garden music Fret quips

    sits on the lap of the redhead forlorn
    Fiona's papa squeezes all juice

    from the Philharmonic vegetarian mama
    Juilliard stuck tightens the hold pox

    americana jogger killed for no reason
    not far from the bridge Fret plays

    for the young and old asses of the apple
    but does not get lost on city politics

    he slyly puts the touch on redhead
    (Padre told him about that melody

    just one note one finger on sweet spot)
    he moves to the silent table a patch

    but one of fresh soil Blows his ax
    one last time his cellphone on quiet

    so allcanhear his solo Music Room
    ready acoustics like cathedral tones

    at Dutch's flagdraped caissondrug coffin
    (Vermont's homebrew faint now riffs

    he could not learn in school now evident
    in all his muscles the soft reed broken)

    but 'strong in the broken places' chants
    slowly into the vacant seat beside him

    the ghost—ancestor analogy touches
    the master chords he memorizes


    FRET'S NEWS FROM THE FRONT: YADDO AFTER

    Provost with no pouilly-fuisse power
    to bring back Ray Charles "Robinson"

    sends a word in channels protest
    prairie dogs put up resistance

    redhead pigeontoed painter no dreds
    keeps prancing around the premises

    lost but steady martini glasses still
    in the back fridge Katy always on

    expenses has left the building 'hello'
    more resonant than ... "goodbye"

    I noticed Daniel pour repaired convertible
    with a local washing off to New

    Hampshire on personal maneuvers found
    several clumps of honeybees in tower

    but like the snapping turtle keeping
    his distance cellphone opera localfair

    on the ready Fiona read about her father
    in the nyt his 'animal' implements

    a swimming pool opening outdoors from
    inside her psychiatric meanderings no

    longer disguised in treatments Philharmonic
    Mr. caisson is gone dimes

    still belong to FDR Nancy chastened
    on her knees at sunset (you don't have

    any Irish brogue I can fathom so get
    yourself a 'Jewish' lawyer) and sue bad

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents I. The Fret Cycle Fret (A Tune Near Composition in the Studio) A Note from Cathy at Yaddo The Lesson for Paul on Catherine Clarke's Birthday Fret in the Woods Table Notice Fret Skips Town for a Gig in New London Fret Deep in the Woods Fret Leaves Yaddo Ghost of Fret at High Table: Mansion Fret's News from the Front: Yaddo After Martini Glasses Galore Fret Shows Up at the Metropolitan The List: Yaddo Fret Leaves Yaddo In Disguise Fret Having Survived Modernity Fret Discovers the Blues, Again Ass Fret In Studio With the Ancestors Fret Finds the Instrument of Archipelago Mt. Pleasant Local Library Fret Finds the Open Field II. Use Trouble A Photographic Guide To the City Use Trouble Portrait Esther Truimphs Homage To Jay Saunders Redding On His Natal Day: 10 13 04 Praisesong For Bb Goodbye To All That Public Letter: Visible Ink Dubonnet Archives: The Public Library I Archives: The Public Library Ii Legend of Jeannie Turner Tcat Serenade Sherley Anne Williams: 1944-1999 Chloe: Black Pastoral Luminous Handmade Book On the Theme of the Beloved Pigeon Artist On A Cellphone (Yaddo) Vote (Providence) Marilyn Tattoo Copenhagen Notes On Our Resident Humanist: Mahler B. Ryder Ostseebad Ahrenshoop Ribs Charlotte And Nathan Exchange: 50th Anniversary Charlotte To Nathan Notes On the Hopi Critical Mass Hemingway's Iceberg Saint Dolores (Phillips Exeter Academy) ?Days Remaining?/Bloom's Day, Dublin Freud: Lessons On Boundaries George J. Makari Blues Songbirds (Habitat) ?Ponta De Areia? [Brazil] Tagore On Brodsky's Collected Three Poems: October 17, 2004 I. Archival Secrets of Mary Lincoln II. At the Square III. The Secret Lore of Will's Presidency Zen: The Trainride Home to the Welcome Table The Flight Home Tatum Baseball (Orb) Josh Gibson Blackjack Lookbackwards: Henry Aaron's Hammer A Centenary Ode to Eke: The Duke of Ellington Ray Charles Robinson Dead at 73 Womb of Space (Yaddo) What I Know This Very Day Along Came Betty Repeat Button Digesting Dexter Gordon at 80 Goodbye Pork Pie Hat Photo: Letter (Joel Chandler Harris) Ernesto Victor Antonucci ?Craft? Talk Elder On the Theme of Self-Knoiwledge And Education ?In Society? Though Not Defined By Falsehoods Joseph Santos Ileto The Broke And the Unbroken Jacuzzi Serenade On Arrival Christine Frey's Resurrection The Open Studio Iowa (1961) Or ?How To Use Trouble? [Writers Workshop] Shirley of Little Falls Philip Roth ?American Masters: Pbs? (Ralph Ellison) Neighbors Leonard Brown. Musican/Teacher Richard Davis's Trampolines Year of the Firepig In Chinese New Year Eulogy Framed As Requiem Mass On the American Frontier: Gordon Parks Modulations On A Theme?Josephus Long Eva's Song at the End Los Angeles Coliseum Olympic Swimming Pool Frederick Armstrong Hetzel Zambia Massey's Ministry The Tank And Its Narrators Judge & Jury The Revolutionary Garden Royce Hall (Ivie Anderson) Gwendolynian Staccato Dance Muse Spencer Trask's Den Spoon Newk Horacescope For Horace Silver Miles Davis Shirt: Monterey Jazz Festival ?On Green Dolphin Street? The Life of Jackie Mclean Blues For A Colored Singer Interstate 80 Freeway Return Last Song Libation For Elvin Jones 1927-2004 Dexter Leaps In The Book On Trane A Coltrane Poem: 9 23 98 A Coltrane Poem: 9 23 98 (2) Coltrane Notes On the Millenium 9 23 99 Sermon on O?Mealy Larry Doby Panhandler (New Haven) Galveston: 9 8 00 Notes On the Long Poem (Tuscaloosa, Al) John Killens at Yaddo Haircut On the Solstice Ten Years of Freedom Certainties: For James Alan Macpherson Hooded Cobra Eyes Bouillabaisse Ars Poetica Bellow Berryman James Arlington Wright III. I Do Believe In People Poem On the Contents of Harper/Johnson Kin Horoscope 3 12 98 Horoscope 10 3 98 Driving Up Van Aken Blvd. My Mother Said Rome, NY My Aunt Ella Mae Ice Snapshot Sacrament Elizaville Subcode Five Gallon Water Bottles Couch Why I Don't Do Surveys ?Sleeping Under A Wool Blanket? Patrice Among the Elders Getting My Head Shaved By My Son at Odd Hours Glass (Crystal) Bermuda Triangle Papa's Day: Notes On Patrition? Broadside (Pch) (Omaha) Utah Beach, France 5 8 92 Josh Gibson's Bat Portrait of Son at Rhineback Paris Mama To Son Katherine Louise Johnson Harper Headset Juneteenth Indespensable Meditation On the Family Tree The Latin American Poem Airport Altura Maroons When I Was A Boy Pull-Ups at Ps 25 Hives Iowa My Mother's Bible I My Mother's Bible Ii Pigeons Caretaking Supreme The Patriarch, W.Warren Harper, Circa 1938 Cathair On His Blackwatch Jacket Manhattan Beach Homage To Flight 103 Commencement Address Father: A Parable of Riches Attributes And Eccentricities of W.Warren Harper Meditations On Catskill Creek Talk Therapy On John Milton Snapshot Lovesong 1965 Watts Riot Domestic Relations The Red Dress Walking Tour 1 Walking Tour 2 Squire of Taunton Jaxon's First Song 5 21 2000 Natal Visit on the Theme of Shoes Shoes Forty Loyalty Paul Urabe (1938-2003) Yaddo: Mrs. Amer and Black Men
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