THE BODY by Michael Benedikt
(Wesleyan University Press, l968)
Poems appear in l998/9 & Y2K-era updates
[Last Modified 12/01. Last Major Modification 10/01]
Besides Titles of Poems At This Page--including a poem added in recent editions--this page has Titles of All Poems At This 5-Page Website
& provides Links To Other Pages At This Website
Poem Welcoming You To This Web-Page
THOUGHTS
Excuse me, isn't that you I see concealed underneath
there
Inside the protective shield, or conning-tower, of your
head,
Your eyes looking out of perforations in your
flesh?
How can you think you can see from out of liquid, anyway?
Are
rain-puddles watching me even now,
And can ducts which punctuate the underground of a
field
Examine it at will for buried treasure? Is the rain outside
your
window, a voyeur, then? Deep down under all those substances,
though--
Beneath those liquids & even the various unobservant stuffs,
too--
There is a spirit, shifting around from foot to
foot.
[Above, from Part IV of THE BODY]
Poems at this page so far are selected from
Parts I & II of THE BODY--except for Welcoming-Poem above, from Part
III.
Note: THE BODY is a IV-part book.
AIR
THE AMBITIOUS LUMP
THE CITIES
MOTIONS (after Man
Ray, Surrealist Photographer)
MR. RAINMAN
THE HELPER
THE EUROPEAN
SHOE
THE EYE
SOME LITANIES
AN ENORMOUS DANGLING
SACK-LIKE NET (after Rene Magritte, Surrealist
Painter)
New in '01
TIME (with
Illustration by June Hildebrand)
New in '01
IN LOVE WITH
YOU
New in '01
PINK
BUDS
New in later '01 Editions
A BELOVED
HEAD
Complete Original
l968 Table of Contents, Parts I & II of The Body
Also gives titles of
those poems from Parts III & IV
online at other pages of this 5-page
Website
Site Contents
With Links To Other
Body-Sky Pages & Brief Descriptions of
all 5 Pages
Both the above Links have Return-Links to here
[from Part I of THE BODY]
Air, air, you are the most elusive, yet omnipresent thing I know.
Not even the whales in their patterns upon and under
The sea, are more inscrutable, or beautiful, to me;
You carry sails of travelers to interesting places
And adventurers, sailors, or just plain traders;
You encourage the bicyclist to mount his apparatus
And you are ever-present during swimmming-lessons
So that when the excessively-dedicated swimmer may emerge
From the water an instant, he'll freeze;
And air, you are hanging around the fetid places
Always, ready to clear the dank atmosphere
With a breath of yourself; I have found you in
The slums of the intellect, even, about to puff
When the mind is hopelessly weak after too much travel,
And in the lines of poems that rescue one when one's feeling somewhat
stifled
Poised like a bouquet there, sprightly and colorful.
When papa hit Geoffrey with the frying pan
It was his initial adult experience
And it kept on increasing and expanding
Until he was a sophisticated boy
A little stultified perhaps by his ambition
And proneness to slaughter
But we all excused him because of his penmanship
And so passed the first years of his apprenticeship.
By the time Geoffrey took over as CEO of
'The Humongous Computer Corporation'
He was at last almost totally crippled. The lump had risen up day after day
and also annually
And on Geoffrey's 21st birthday had taken its penultimate revenge...
Hardly recognizing the exigencies of life as most men tended to live it
Geoffrey kept hitting peak after peak, specializing finally in hard-to-manage &/or malfunctioning software;
Although severely damaged, he had at last risen so exceptionally high in
the world
That only The Lump could elevate him any further.
When I visited Buenos Aires recently
I noticed Geoffrey on top of Sugar Leaf Mountain.
He was standing there ten thousand feet above the sea level
Hitting himself over the head.
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Notes: (1) Original of line 9 referred to 'large construction
corporation.'
(2) The word 'Leaf,' just above, is not a typo.
Tired of poultry, the experimental chemist
Slouched under the laboratory light.
His assistant, Phyllis, for whom he had
An eye, had crept out at exactly five
Leaving the mad old man there
Beneath all the flourescent tubes.
Soon, through the window, the lunar
Rays shone. The landscape brilliantly
Lit up, by the reflections from frost.
But the old man lay among the poultry
Droppings, a victim, as local police termed it,
Of "Desperate, Unrequited Love."
Phyllis' life was changed by the event.
No sooner had she attended Georg's
Funeral, than she abandoned her staid old ways.
Parties all night, festivals at which
Her nudity glittered with the aspics,
Poetry readings in little cellar bars!
--Her life was changed. She bought a dog.
In the park, for free, they
Fondled her near The Fountain. Enough
Had soon happened to fill a lifetime.
Then, tired of the Arts & Sciences of Men,
Phyllis crept home to gentle Peoria.
In Peoria, Phyllis was somehow unsatisfied.
Her restless ways became apparent
To her parents, and one day, as she
Was returning from the corner soda parlor
With the local plumber, her parents
Drew her aside. "Our dear Phyll," they
Said, "you are insufficiently happy here.
You are not the little girl we knew
Who went wincing up to the attic
Tenderly, when struck, and would not
Come down for a week; you seem more hip
Now, and very unlikely to stay
More than an unhappy few months more here.
Why don't you get out and leave now?"
Phyllis filled her bags with their money
And went down the highway, a victim
Of inherited kindliness, troubled
By remembrances of recent events....
after Man Ray, Surrealist Photographer
Carrying in the black bundle
the evening paused on the roadway
To tug at the ribbons around it
to peek beneath the
wrapping-paper
While mumbling to itself
Then carried it another fifty feet
And stopped by the roadside
sat down
And turned it upsidedown shook the package listened to it rattle
Then trotted away
into the privacy of a little group
of roadside trees...
It returned smiling
but carrying nothing
O lovely unpredictable
hour
In the rain, an angry outcry: 'Get your hands off my trickling
face'!
A damp rug
my
chilled hands
Show that we have a rather sinister visitor:
A smudge
in a soggy grey coat
And shoes that hiss on the diningroom table
We thought he simply needed a shave but that shadow on Mr. Rainman's cheek
actually meant that he was almost completely covered
with mosses
and various other greens growing there...
O my pink-cheeked, innocent young daughter
O my daughter in your ancient but hardly yellowed white pinafore
what are you doing peeking at him and gazing down
at midnight through the skylight
and then sliding down towards him
straight down the bannister
You stand out enough!
To be helpful
To lift up someone's eyelid at midnight
To observe their lack of vigor
To grasp them by one arm and drag them out of the room and downstairs
And dress them in an old oilskin against black insects in the hall
Then to drag them down the front flight of stairs
And put them in the trunk of the car, afterwards locking it carefully for
safety
Then to drive them out to the country
Down all those dark, deserted roads, with only the black night butterflies
alert
And there, in the country, to find a quiet, relaxing place
Perhaps on a knoll or in a field or under a bridge with the water
tricklings
writing maledictions over everything
And to bury them there
In the oilskin
With the insects still keeping their distance
And to bury them deeply and undiscoverably
--To be this helpful
Is unappreciated, often.
The European Shoe is covered with grass and reed, bound up and
wound around
so that it may slip easily over the wearer's
head.
In case you are an aircraft pilot, you must take care that the European Shoe
does not
creep off your foot, and begin to make its way carefully
across the fusilage.
The European Shoe pressed against the fugitive's nose, preventing it
from imminent
departure.
The European Shoe spends summers in delightful ways. A lady feels its subtle
and
unexpected pressure the length of her decolletage. (It
winters in pain).
That time I lent you my European Shoe you departed with a look of grandeur,
and in
total disrepair.
The European Shoe knocks on the door of the carefree farmerette. "The harvest
has been gathered in, ha, ha," it says, moving shyly
forth along the edge of the couch.
I pointed to the European Shoe. I ate the European Shoe. I married the European
Shoe.
Tears fall from the eye of the European Shoe as it waves goodbye to us from
the back
balcony of the speeding train.
It helps an old lady, extremely crippled and arthritic, move an enormous
cornerstone.
It invents a watch which, when wound up tightly, flies
completely to pieces.
It was a simple and dignified ceremony, distinguished for its gales of
uncontrollable
laughter, in which I married the European Shoe.
If it rains, the European Shoe becomes very heavy. I failed to cross the
river,
where thousands of European Shoes lay capsized.
And so we lived alone, we two, the envy of our neighborhood,
the delight of our lively hordes of children.
I saw a flightful of graceful sparrows heading to distant, half-forgotten
islands over the
distant seas; and in the midst of that annually questing
company,
I saw the European Shoe.
It never harmed anyone, and yet it never really helped anyone.
Gaily it sets out into the depths of my profoundest closet, to do battle
with the dusts
of summer....
The narcissist's eye is blue, fringed with white and covered with
tempting salad leaves
The purse-stealer's eye is yellow.
The eye of the non-combatant is white. In the center is a target rendered
in green
and black.
The voluptuary's eye comes to a point. It is like a silo, the echo of a
halo.
The gravedigger's eye is hollow. It is surrounded by a thoroughly
contemporary
serenity.
The dynamite salesman's eye is like a pool, in which he who leans to drink
may be lost.
Drifting forever, like a cloud.
The maiden's eye is tucked under.
The billiard-player's eye comes to a point. It is like a mild wine. Each
billiard-player
suffers from imperfect nostalgia.
The ghost's eye is green.
The poet's eye is like a candy
The battleship captain's eye is like the light that falls in a glen, when
the doe has done
with drinking.
The eye of the Realist is inflatable!
SOME LITANIES
(FOUR POEM-PLAYLETS)
1.
Was the arrangement made between the two couples legal?
No.
Did they spread the word around?
No.
Have you visited the two couples lately? Did you have an interesting time? Was it illegal?
No.
What was the decoration like?
It was furnished in Swedish "modern." Woven strings were hanging
down in the living-room.
A bird flew in the window and out again.
Will you ever marry?
No.
Have you ever been married?
I don't remember.
Do you love your husband?
Yes.
2.
May I please have this dance?
No.
May I please have that dance?
No.
Aren't you going to wear anything to the dance?
Yes.
Are you a good dancer?
Yes.
Do you know how to dance?
No.
May I in that case have your company during the dance they decide
to play at midnight, whatever it is?
I have fallen in love with your eyes, lips, hands and hair.
No.
3.
During the lapse of several years, during which I spent most of
my time in Barcelona, was the magazine
I edited published?
Yes.
During the lapse of several years, during which I spent most of
my time in Barcelona, was the magazine
I edited published?
No.
Aren't you absolutely sure?
No.
Aren't you absolutely sure?
Yes
Will you ever come to Barcelona with me?
No. I am afraid to leave behind the business affairs of the magazine, of which I am General Manager.
Are you really that conscientious?
No.
4.
Would you care to deal him a death-dealing blow?
No.
Would you care to pay him a little visit?
No.
Would you care to improve the promptness of his laundry service by making persistent enquiries?
No.
Are you really his legal guardian?
No.
Would you care to hand him this large can of fortified beeswax?
No.
Do you have a favorite hobby?
Yes. Devoting myself entirely to that boy!
AN ENORMOUS DANGLING SACK-LIKE NET
After Rene Magritte, Surrealist Painter
A large weight lay inside the enormous dangling sack-like net.
When the breeze pressed forth, it swung
in the holder's hand; then, bit by bit, it came to a full stop.
Stooping down, we could see the outlines of the weight: they were
those of a small building, a country-house.
It was surrounded by apple-trees in flower. Young men in rough work-clothes,
with rough-hewn ways,
had propped up ladders and were climbing in the branches looking for
apples.
The gestures they made in their search, so practical & so firm,
and yet so inadvertently beautiful,
seemed somehow to admonish the stranger to take heart....
The cleft in my hat
is bearing a little
soot
A seed falls
--Suddenly
A few fanning spears
Like grass
are
there;
And now a red flower...
Illustration for above poem (with flower in hatband) by graphic artist June Hildebrand
Would you mind telling me exactly what your personal symbol is,
a tendril?
If so, my little cottage will soon be vine-covered.
Its faithful old caretaker will go to the tool-shed and find his spade and
wheelbarrow
woven together with a lovely, greenish, spidery
tracing
And then his fingers, arms, and legs. There could come as a matter of fact
A sobbing from from all the help there--ah, what training for any lazy
maids!
And even though the smoke which whirls as it escapes the chimney
Will take on the shape of an arbor in which we may never sit
What a definite reminder of yourself you will have established, weaving it
tightly around my heart,
and its various outbuildings.
And ah!--How much better than if you had revealed
That you had chosen for your personal symbol something like hogwort,
or liverwurst...
To a Lady Gone Away West For The Summertime
Pink buds pink buds ah look my my how pretty
Two of them are surely blooming there
On the lawn of your vacation estate 'way out west and far out in the
country surely
Two more peek out from beneath the lofty linden-tree
Parked at the side of your driveway yet another set
No doubt flourishes just because you're there
Even in the shadows beneath that roadside covered wagon relic somebody left
standing out all century
Pink buds pink buds my my how nice
This emblem I'm in the midst of emblazoning for my love
Meant to be highly symbolic of "Summertime and Extremely Passionate Yearning
of Youth"
Utilizes this common motif
Pink buds I see you do not peek
Out of the flag of my landlord
Pink beds you are also the two reddish stone paperweights which she found
on a mesa
and gave me as souvenirs late last summer
And which I vainly place on the sheaves of my thinking and musing
To try and hold memories of my absent love down
Pink beds pink buds ah yes ah yes I particularly remember two
Night-blooming I recall they flower forth when I touch them
After tiptoeing discreetly Indian-style
Across the bosom of You, Oh my ever-so-bountiful one
Visiting Oh my generous Persephone
Your radiant place in the country all dark summer long.
A BELOVED HEAD
A beloved head, yes a beloved head indeed, he thought--although
the mouth part was operated by a series of small treadles
set into the floorboards and conveniently located in every room
The ears by various light-switches
And the eyes by twin faucets, mounted inside the writing-desk.
The hair was operated by a kind of abacus
Which helped him to keep track of various alluring developments
there
--Sometimes, the fetching way it framed her lovely face or hung down loose
and flowed across her shoulders
Could distract the attention of the Operator.
The body of the beloved was operated from an immense panel
Covered with hundreds of dials and flashing lights, hard-wired to an
immense computer behind the wall up there
One had to climb up to it by means of a ladder
Daring that only after consulting the manual which came with either the previous
computer,
or the previous beloved, sometimes the Operator just
can't remember which
--How often she'd suddenly whirl around to turn towards him
Smiling inexplicably, yet with a gesture so gentle and rare
That he himself could hardly believe that he'd created it!
--Much less the captivating way she arched her back and threw back
her head,
or stretched out her arms in even the most commonplace
of yawns;
Or the winsome way she reached up and adjusted earrings
in her long blonde hair, or other jewelry come slightly
awry
Or bent over after bathing, to comb it all out again
leaving him incredulous and almost trembling then
(Perhaps, by accident, he'd accidentally brushed up against some tiny
throttle
located in the vicinity of her knee?)
True, sometimes even the most controlling mind collapses.
Just look at the way the Operator's slumped over now.
It's evening, he's tired, his head hurts,
And after manning all those controls all day, his hand's exhausted
--In fact, he's fallen asleep there in his chair.
While with eyes ablaze, the beloved passes the time until his next
awakening
By sitting around and sewing--presently the sleeve
Of a doll's kimono which quite generously albeit also somewhat whimsically
she's decided to give to a Japanese friend of hers who
collects such things...
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Note: Yes, a computer also appeared in the 1968 original
of this poem about
a would-be controlling mind which is not as controlling as it
thinks
Poems at this page first appeared in THE BODY, by Michael Benedikt
(Wesleyan University Press, l968),
© l968 by Michael Benedikt. These revisions ('Webversions'), ©
l998, l999, 2000 & 2001 by Michael Benedikt.
NEW
AT SITE
IN
'01:
A PAGE OF DARK LOVE POEMS FROM
THE BODY
FORTHCOMING TO THIS PAGE IN
LATER '01 OR '02:
OTHER POEMS FROM PARTS I
& II & OTHER SECTIONS OF
THE BODY.
TITLES OF ALL POEMS AT THIS WEBSITE
TITLES IN BLUE =TITLES
OF POEMS AT THIS PAGE.
ORANGE=HALLOWEEN-&-HORROR
PAGE;
PURPLE =DARK LOVE POEMS
PAGE
Includes Complete Original l968 Table of Contents of THE BODY, Parts I & II
I
AIR
THE CITIES
MOTIONS
MR. RAINMAN (at this
webpage & also at Halloween-&-Horror Poems page)
THE EYE OF THE ASSASSIN
(Halloween page)
THE EUROPEAN SHOE
FRAUDULENT DAYS
THE AMBITIOUS LUMP
MUTUAL MORTIFICATIONS
PROCESSION
DIVINE LOVE (at
New-in-'01 Dark
Love Poems page)
THE AIDER (retitled as THE
HELPER at this webpage & also at Halloween
page)
THE EYE
II
SOME LITANIES
HIDING-PLACE
TIME
IN LOVE WITH YOU
PINK BUDS
TULIPS
THE GRAND GUIGNOLS OF
LOVE (at
New Dark Love Poems
page)
THE GREAT DIVAN (retitled as
SEXTETTE: THE GREAT
DIVAN at
New Dark Love Poems
page)
SOME OLD MEN
(Halloween)
AN ENORMOUS DANGLING SACK-LIKE
NET
TEARS (preview
New at Thematic
Index page)
III & IV
LISTED BELOW SO FAR ARE SOLELY SELECTIONS ONLINE AT SITE
THOUGHTS
A BELOVED HEAD
EVENTS BY MOONLIGHT
(at New Dark
Love Poems page)
JOY (at
New Dark Love Poems
page)
THE VILLAIN
(Halloween)
THE WINGS OF THE NOSE
(Halloween)
THE DEBRIS OF THE BODY
(Halloween)
BEFORE GOING ON
(at
New Dark Love Poems
page)
Return-Link to
TITLES OF POEMS AT THIS
PAGE
(with Clickable Links To Poems)
(Complete bio. appears in Who's Who in America; WW in World; WW in Entertainment, etc.)
Selections from Benedikt's other published poetry books appear at end-of-page at Other Benedikt Websites
Michael Benedikt's publications include five collections of poetry: The Badminton at Great Barrington; or Gustave Mahler & The Chattanooga Choo-Choo (University of Pittsburgh Press, l980)--a book about the joys & sorrows of love. With Wesleyan University Press: Night Cries (prose poems, l976); Mole Notes (prose poems, l971); Sky (l970); and The Body (l968). Benedikt's recent, l990's poetry appeared in Agni, Iowa Review, Jerusalem Review, Lips, Michigan Quarterly Review, The New Republic, New York Quarterly, Partisan Review; and several times in The Paris Review--most recently, a long poem about Einstein in (PR #151). His work appears in 65 + anthologies of modern & contemporary US poetry.
Anthologies of poetry in translation under his editorship are The Prose Poem: An International Anthology (Dell/Laurel, l976); and The Poetry of Surrealism (Little, Brown & Co., l974). Benedikt is also co-Editor &Translator, with theatre critic George E. Wellwarth, of 3 anthos. of 20th-Century European plays: Modern French Theatre: The Avant-Garde, Dada, & Surrealism (E.P. Dutton, l964); Post-War German Theatre (Dutton, l967); and Modern Spanish Theatre (Dutton, l969). He's the editor of Theatre Experiment: American Plays (Doubleday, l967). Benedikt is a former Associate Ed. of Art News and Art International. A former Poetry Ed. of The Paris Review, his editorial selections are represented in The Paris Review Anthology (Norton, l990). Benedikt is currently a Contributing Editor for American Poetry Review and The Prose Poem: An International Journal.
Benedikt taught Literature and Creative Writing as Visiting Prof. at Bennington, Sarah Lawrence, Vassar, Hampshire College and Boston University. Grants and Awards have included a a Guggenheim Grant, a NY State Council On The Arts Grant, and an NEA Fellowship. He's read from his poetry at many colleges and universities around the USA. He gave a videotaped 'retrospective' reading at invitation of The Library of Congress in l986. Recent readings, at several Barnes & Noble "Superstores" in the NY Metro area. Benedikt is a graduate of Columbia University, & of NYU's Washington Square College. He lives in Upper West Side Manhattan, NYC. E-mail at benedit1@aol.com
Photo of Benedikt in Manhattan Apt. by Rollie McKenna
Return-Links to
TITLES OF POEMS AT THIS PAGE
(with Clickable Links to All Poems at Website)
Links To Other Pages Within This BODY-SKY Website
1968 & 1998 Benedikt photos & a more complete Bio. than appears here.
Page 2--Selections from THE BODY
This Page, with Selected Poems from much-anthologized 1968 first book by a much-published, leading contemporary US Poet. Subjects in THE BODY range from droll to dark. Surrealist 'Black Humor' abounds. Narrative & lyric poems--as well as poems in unusual genres including modern litanies, 'list poems,'& prose poetry. Last page of site (p.5--Thematic Index) discusses those, & other categories of poems in detail. This Selections page includes several examples of verse with long lines extending into strophe, and verging on prose poetry. In the 1970's Benedikt turned from verse & published two books of prose poetry, a genre which dispenses with the line-break altogether (MOLE NOTES--1971; and NIGHT CRIES--1976). Quoth an early reviewer writing in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse--which published more poems from THE BODY than any other literary periodical: 'Benedikt's poems are a highly serious form of play.' (Many other critics have commented on Benedikt's sense of humor. Funny poems abound in all his early books). A list of the many 1960's literary magazines which published poems from THE BODY and SKY, appears at last page of site (p.5--Thematic Index).
Page
3--'Dark Love Poems'
New Page Online 1/01. Mostly
from THE BODY. (Also has an earlier, circa l963, thus far Uncollected
Poem).
Page 4--'Spooky Poems for Halloween'
For Halloween, & also for year-round fans of horror poetry. Page has particularly eerie poems from various sections of THE BODY. With large-font versions of "The Helper" & "Mr. Rainman" residing at (of all places) an Award-Winning All Hallows Eve Page. Includes a poem from SKY.
Page 5--Thematic Index to THE BODY and SKY
Index of Topics in THE BODY and SKY. A college-level teacher & student modern poetry resource surveying Benedikt's first 2 poetry books according to themes which appear in them, with extensive commentary on several thematic categories. So far, comments at page focus especially on the philosophy behind both books, on the various innovative techniques used in them, & on the unusually close relationship of both books to the visual arts--such as Surrealism, Pop Art & Minimalist Art, and l960's 'Happenings." Index is intended mainly as a teaching aid for later 20th Century &/or Modern poetry classes & courses. May also be useful to Graduate & Undergraduate students writing modern poetry theses and term-papers . Although an educational page, General Readers seeking an overview of Benedikt's early poetry may enjoy informal updated-in-'01 Notes & Commentary--& many new-in-'01 1960's photos from Benedikt's 1960's Archive.
Above: Photo from
Thematic
Index. Pocket-sized theatrical event by Benedikt based on 'Tears,'
poem which closes Part II of BODY
New in later '01 'Tears' now
also appears there, too--presented in memory of victims of 9-11-01 WTC Tragedy.
Poem's accompanied by larger version of photo & complete caption--with
info on this & Benedikt's other later 1960's Poetry-&-Theater
events.
Return-Link to
TITLES OF POEMS AT THIS
PAGE
(with Clickable Links to all Poems at Website)
SITES WITH SELECTIONS FROM OTHER PUBLISHED POETRY BOOKS
After completing THE BODY (l968) and SKY (l970),
between l970 and l976 Benedikt wrote Prose Poems exclusively.
They appear in his 3rd poetry book MOLE NOTES (l971) and his 4th, NIGHT
CRIES (l976).
Selections from N.C. are available online
at:
Brief Prose
Poems
Prose
Poems & Microfictions
A couple of MOLE NOTES are online
at:
Theater, Film,
& TV Poems
& New Listing there's also one at Xmas On Bay State Road
Selections from Benedikt's 5th & most
recent book of poetry at:
The Badminton at Great Barrington
manuscript-in-progress at:
New Listing
The
Thesaurus & Other New Verse
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