Jack among students.
with Agneta Falk Hirschman in San Francisco's Caffe Trieste, 2013.
Always leaning forward,
His "oldest paperboy's"
Satchel slung over one shoulder,
Red muffler emblazoning black overcoat,
Or his elbows out on a central table of Spec’s
Amid that Bar's brassy mementos of Seaman's ports,
As his smiling nods and emphases
Encouraged the Brigades and Workships
Jack was always there,
Jack was there for every War,
Ev'ry unjust War of Empire--
LIke Aggie, Sarah, Kristen,
Alfonso, Francisco, q.r., Lawrence,
Devorah, Genny, Opal, Boabida, ...
Were there in protest with their poetry.
Jack a Bronx teen-ager
Embraced the caves of Fellaheen.
Jack lost his cush post at U.C.L.A.
For refusing U.S. carnage in Vietnam.
Jack took poverty as part of the Street.
Marx, Spinoza, Hart Crane approve
Chosen pillow, chalice, temple!
A poet’s room—yeah, the space is singular--
Books, papers, dithyrambs, Arcanes, ...
A clutter askew and a-strewn
Never miss an appointed day or night
Of bringing The People’s Tribune
To Broadway and Columbus, Mission and 24th, ...
Never let the Will's transcendencet into Spirit flag!
How those colors
Of even insect hearts’ gallant
Endeavor do delve and dance
The glistening of grass
In Washington Square, Mission Dolores, ...
Hold that subject
Close as any rage, mystery, epiphany.
’87 with the homeless
In their Civic Center camp of cardboard,
Cold socks, running noses, ... ’89, ‘Home’ too.
Among the first cassette of Rebel Poets.
’92 firing ‘Insurrection’, ‘Yes Yes Yes’ against the ‘No No No’
Of endless beatings and deprivals exposed by Rodney King.
9/11 and forever after,
This finale of Big Lies stripping freedom into scanners
As Towers’ disintegrated and rebuilt serve as reminders.
Plus (never fail Greeks' and Turks' ... wine!) caresses!
Rewards beyond excess,
The calling opening
Into clefts for transport and root.
Ideas made soul, emergent from great women,
Manifest rolling shades of painting,
A dimple, wrinkle, flair, ...
Each muse again a meeting heart of many parts;
Rest head by coals and watch the fire.
Oh, Jack was there
For all of it,
Never tiring for all of it
And despite all of it.
One of the Roughs, one speaking to the Stars,
On his made-brilliant corners and Ishmael’s cabin voyaging!
The dearest Abrazo where one can hear
Beats from another's sweat-wet breast.
Stepping, stepping—Keep on stepping
Like Clark and Glenn and more of other Jacks’ music—
Jack, you're there, guy!--Rebels’ bower, people’s power!
September 13, 2021