Oyster Bay Journals
 
Two Cheering Things
(March 12, 2004)
 
Hello T, I've been cheering myself up by considering going to the Greek islands. This suggestion to myself came out of the middle of nowhere. Well, actually, Greece was always there. Lawrence Durrell's novels spun their magic for me -- that guy's genius is right there in his style. And recently Roger was telling me stories about how he ran off to Greece after he gave up on the academic system in Mexico. Several of his friends were killed on the plaza in front of his apartment while he was a student at University of Mexico. Going to the islands gave him a freedom of outlook that he carried with him ever since. He said that a poet who goes among the islands goes back to the elemental adventure that our Western intellectual quest set out from.

While he was talking about that, I could really picture myself going there. I've been drawn to Greece also because of my former student George, who I mentioned in MAN CUT IN WOOD. George's parents immigrated from Greece, and he grew up in the Greek community in Youngstown. He spoke Greek with his mother at home. His father was a lawyer who was a pillar of that community. He was a lector and board member in the Orthodox Church. He helped 700 families get their business licenses, get citizenship, and deal with their legal crises. George feels under his father’s shadow. He said to me: "No matter how committed I am, I could never make a difference in people's lives the way my father did. I could never provide real service to a whole community the way my father did. So somehow my work feels empty compared to his. And I can never be as widely read in Shakespeare and the Greek classics as my father." George ended up becoming a lawyer too, and worked as public defender in the Bronx. But he struggled with feelings of inauthenticity, and perhaps he drank too much during college and graduate school. Now he and his wife struggle to pay rent in Manhattan while she goes to grad school, so they have put off having a kid, perhaps for good.

George and I were buddies who used to send letters and poems to each other. As George's onetime T.A. in Freshman English, I remember wishing that George could connect with his Greek heritage in a way that would sustain him. I wished that he would could share that and serve as witness to his father's contributions. I even wondered what I could learn if he went to the Greek islands and sent back his impressions.

So I was primed, and then my housemate delivered his lyrical reminiscences. So I'm getting some pleasure trying to incubate this and really making myself do it.

Another thing that has given a little shot of pleasure lately: I met the landscape architect James Yamaguchi recently. When I found out he was involved in restoring the 17-acre Kubota Gardens in Rainer Valley, I got excited and sent him a copy of my poetry book. I used to love visiting the Kubota Garden on my own. (Dan and Heidi introduced me to it in 1990.) It was little visited and overgrown. The Kubota family had been in the business of landscaping, and they used the garden as a nursery. But it was also a work of landscaping art. The family was taken away to an internment camp during the war, and the garden was abandoned. Neighbors respected the Kubota's rights to it. When they came back, old man Kubota eventually gave it as a gift to Seattle City Parks. But it needs to be reclaimed.

Jim Yamaguchi's dad was also a landscaper in Seattle, and was a friend of the Kubotas. That's why Jim chose the field of landscape design. And maybe that's why Seattle Parks awarded him this restoration contract. (He has done landscape designs for many open areas in Seattle.)

Anyway, I recently got an e-mail from Jim and he said he enjoyed reading over my poetry book several times. He said that he had not taken time to read poetry since his student days, but he feels he was doing something in his design of open spaces similar to what I am doing in my poems.

He is going to provide me some historical background on the Kubota family and on his approach to restoration. I will probably get a chance to visit the garden and hear Jim's ideas on landscape art. I hope I can write a poem about the Kubota garden, the way I wrote one about the Seattle Chinese Garden in South Seattle.

I'm also feeling positive about my "Answers to Tang Atmospheres". I think I have a chance at making this an extended series. I'm excited that this vein of writing opened up because I was stimulated by several things at once: 1) The great house sitting opportunity with a housemate who is a poet at heart. 2) Reading Jin Shengtan's commentaries on Tang poems. I came back to these poems I knew well, and was struck that they have added another layer of meaning for me. Also, Jin's commentaries show his own journey around these poems in which he tries to put his own stamp on feeling them. 3) Selecting Yan Li epigrams. Working with these witty sayings clued me in that I can use wit to get the juices flowing. I don't have to always thrash around, drag myself over the coals, give myself a hard time saying something overarching. 4) Reading a new selection of Yi Sha poems that someone sent me. His rascal persona and his attempt to move the concrete-yet-suggestive clarity of Tang poetry into surveying the human landscape.

I just hope I can build momentum on this series and work on it a couple hours -- my freshest hours -- each morning. (But I have obligations and work that I need to send people.) I see it right now as something athletic, like batting a handball around, with the Tang poets delivering the serve. I guess Yan Li and Yi Sha are like coaches.
Regards, Denis

 
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