Part 4 of 4 98 Tuschen wrote in 2004: The author will be performing this poem and others with cellist Angela McJunkin during the week-long Overture Center opening celebration (see back for further info). For other information google <poet John Tuschen>… Thanks for reading, and have a suitable day… - JT PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET Sept. 2 - Sept. 15, 2004 Vol. 2, #19 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Last Leaf Falling This last leaf falling has sliced my heart. Its jagged edge, perfect in symmetry, noiseless, but in rustling company, has ripped thru me and I stand silent - burned by the heated summer - too stunned even to mock a gesture. Again, this madness that pulls me to beauty has me dancing an autumnal dance, alone, bloodied and stone-faced. If this is some form of ending - at least remind me of the beginning. Remind me of a time before. A time before all those promises became leaves that scattered when I came to collect them. John Tuscben <0 1998 100 Tuschen wrote in 2004: Talented poet Jordan Caylor makes his living as a photographer in Barcelona, Spain. A sampling of his visual work can be viewed at his website: <rowyourboat.org> Mr. Caylor was born in Madison, graduated from Malcom Shabazz high school, has traveled the world, and is exceptionally fond of his parents. This I know – I'm his father. So, thanks for reading and have a suitable day… JT Jordan continues in 2016: I have worked in all aspects of film, on both sides of the camera but have come to specialize in Motion Graphics and Post Production in the last 15 years. Most of my short films are visualizations of poems. I live and work in Cádiz, Spain. My current web site is: <behance.net/jordantcaylor> Keep turning these pages, and have a suitable day - peace & poems… JTC PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET October 14 - October 27, 2004 Vol. 2,#20 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" inhibition whistle at him then hardly acknowledge your intention you selected and killed the moment gone now, holy anyway you look at it awkwardly walking through dense denial valiantly down the street off frame out of mind dead intention, a whistle gone as the moment you (forgotten) thought yourself wise Jordan Caylor ©2004 102 Mark E. Smith Tuschen wrote in 2004: Poet Mark E. Smith has been endowed with a special type of grace. He knows how to be subtle. And he knows how to “wrap it warm yet bring it home” in his poetry. Subtlety is a grace (something I have only knowledge of - little practice.) I thank him for his poem… And… enjoy the color, thanks for reading, and have a suitable day… - JT Ed.: Tuschen used to publish on various colors of paper, vol.2 #20 was on yellow, this number on light green. PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET October 28 - November 10, 2004 Vol. 2, #21 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" A Future Of Someone Someday there will be a looking back, Someone will mention a name And pain or a wanting Will be there, the ache Of days too real for minutes, Then blank for hours, Those brief days holding magic And so much waiting Like flowers of a cactus. Remembrance will strain Through empty telephone lines strung Over months of getting done. Receding into country Where no wires are hung It will seem forever lost until someone, Not knowing how far it had gone, Will carelessly mention a name. Mark E. Smith © 2004 104 Jodi Anderson Tuschen wrote in 2004: When I asked Jodi Anderson for a brief biography to run along with her poem she replied with the following: “Jodi Anderson lives in Sauk City and loves the river. You can view her photos and poetry at <www.jodianderson.com>” I have also discovered that she is listed in Jeannie Bergman’s wonderful overview of local poetry/poets (and more) at <madpeotry.org>. So enjoy the color and have a suitable day… - JT PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET November 11 - November 24, 2004 Vol. 2, #22 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" peeling away the film peeling away the film from our envelopes of self doffing the layers of words, the panels of clothing, the mackinaw capote of history in turn, discerning your blankets of sound, tiers of motion, stratum of love my mantles of breath, laminas of scent, guises of tough unfolding, this inward-outward origami burgeoning, layer and layer, effloresce, revealed and out. Jodi Anderson ©2004 106 Tuschen wrote in 2004: Poet Ron Wallace was Felix Pollock Professor of Poetry and Halls-Bascom Professor here at the UW where he taught from 1972 through 2015. His 12th book, published by University of Pittsburg press in 2003 is entitled Long For This World: New And Selected Poems. Mr. Wallace is widely published - The New Yorker, Poetry, The Paris Review, etc. and finally hitting "the big time" publishing here in the State Street Poetry Sheets (for which I'm very grateful). Now I’m gonna eat some pasta and have a suitable day. Hope you do too (have a suitable day, that is)… - JT Ron Wallace, Founder of the UW Program in Creative Writing, retired in January 2016 after teaching in Madison for 43 years. His most recent books are FOR DEAR LIFE (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2015) and YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS (Parallel Press, 2015). His email is [email protected]. PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET November 2S - December 1S, 2004 Vol. 2,#23 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Caution Today, I go out determined to step on a crack, to run with scissors, to cross my weary eyes, because nothing has ever happened! And, oh Lord, I am stuck. So, whatever I've been told not to do, I'm doing: watch me grow hair on my palms, stunt my growth, get zits all over my face. No more, I say, playing it safe! No more thinking twice about it! No more looking before I leap! I'm hailing cars full of strangers. I'm throwing good money after bad, coveting my neighbor's wife, taking the Lord's name in vain. Goddammit! So what if my plans don't hatch? So what if I come unglued? Stand back! I'm taking my chances. Ron Wallace ©2004 108 Tuschen wrote in 2004: The first version of this piece was written in the late ‘70s. This is its latest incarnation and, as with most poems, it’s best when read aloud. Information on the author (some of it true - some not) can be found on the internet. Happy Holidays - JT… PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET December 16 - December 29, 2004 Vol. 2, #24 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Xmas Poem I've been Wal-Marted, Office Maxed, Black 'n Deckered, chess 'n checkered, an' nearly faxed. Been Fisher Priced, an' Radio Shacked, Best Bought, (a last thought) an' nearly whacked. I've been Boston Storied, an' gift wrapped, Pennied, an' bennied, an' wide Gapped. I've been simply Seared, oversized, an' undersized, computerized, and unrealized- Jesus Christ, write home!! John Tuschen ©2004 110 Tuschen wrote in 2005: 1969,for me, was a “heady” year. I had my head split open, hair pulled out and inhaled enough tear gas that when I exhaled everybody near me started crying (or laughing - I’d inhaled other stuff too). But nobody got into my head more than Ruth Stone, an extraordinary poet who was to become a lifelong friend and poetic mentor. Living that summer with her and her wonderful, mad family up in the Green Mountains of Vermont was a learning and loving experience that I’ll always cherish. In the following years, despite becoming blind, Ruth became a collector. She collected a 2nd Guggenheim Fellowship, the Wallace Stevens Award (2002), the Bess Hokin Award (Poetry), and the National Book of the Year for Poetry (2003) for her book In The Next Galaxy (Copper Canyon Press). The above poem is from her newest collection, In The Dark (also Copper Canyon Press) and is reprinted here with her permission. I believe it’s available at A Room Of One’s Own bookstore. Treat yourself to some wonderful reading and have a suitable day… - JT Other sources have also said: Ms. Stone often took as a starting point the natural world she observed from the farmhouse in Goshen, Vt., where she lived and wrote for more than 50 years. Though her verses were compact, her themes were broad, embracing love and loss, the struggle of women to find a voice and the emotional intricacies of family living. The oddities of everyday life, too, served as springboards into distant imaginative territory. PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET January 6 - January 19, 200S Vol. 2, #2S Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" The Self And The Universe This is not poetic language, but it is the language of poetry. At night on the page, the lines change like the chaotic patterns of your eyes, these holes into space. You lie on your bed, the snowball earth, a frozen chance; the little knowledge of dust lanes, the ghastly voter frauds of the last election, and the late spring snows, pots of forced purple crocuses. How fragile and enduring the words. This is the self and the universe. This is the wild sweep of the sun, that mysterious molecule; this clutter of rocks, dust, and lighter elements, like your fingernails; like the configurations of the spiral lines on the soles of your feet, undeciphered. Ruth Stone ©2004 112 THE STATE STREET POETRY SHEET 2002-2005 VOL. 3 114 Tuschen wrote in 2005: Andrea Musher is Madison’s Poet Laureate and, quite frankly, this is one of the most powerful poems I’ve read in years… - JT Andrea shares in 2016: I was honored that Tuschen published this poem again for Memorial Day, 2005, and it was reprinted by Charles Nevsimal of Centennial Press in Anthills 4(2005). PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET January 27 • February 9, 2005 Vol. 3 #1 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Sorting It Out in the halls of Aberdeen, Maryland (December, 2004) In the long warehouse shacks the Mortuary Affairs Officers work sort feel and refuse to feel the effects of the dead. The objects left behind are what we become? --warning goes down the line "teddy bear sent by a child to his father" Not as bad, some say, as the photos paper shards shattered families The number of items growing every week (1000 and one combat dead 2 hundred more non-combat) and counting counting still counting It's long division at these multiplying tables each subtraction an addition in the sheds of Aberdeen, Maryland far from the guns and the detonating landmines the stress on these soldiers, sorting the lives of the dead, grows There's a laundry machine to purge the sand and blood and oil But as one mother says burying her face in her son's shirt: They've washed him (IWay his smell their deterge11t his death Andrea Musher 116 S.J. Mahoney Tuschen wrote in 2005: Poet S.J. Mahoney proves to be an enigmatic character. When asked for a brief biography for this sheet, he simply said, “My poem is my biography.” Well, ok then, - and anyway, I wanted this space to congratulate and thank the great poets, the many sponsors, willing students, skeptical tourists, busy bureaucrats, and brave newspaper folks who have all helped the State Street Poetry Sheet survive and grow during the last three years. I thank you much… very much… Have a suitable day - JT PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET February 10, 200S - February 23, 200S Vol.3 #2 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" The Tar Of Roads And Highways He watches his thumb twitch. Seconds tick by. Radio static - "Four more dead." There is a war someplace. Breathing is difficult - slow, stuttering rhythms that mean less today than yesterday. His flesh is wrinkled and stained - an old newspaper - an ancient love letter - the tar of roads and highways. Odd, directionless highways where once the thumb posed proud and seeking. He tucks his thumb into his fist and his mighty fist becomes a chin rest. S.J.Mahoney ©2005 118 John Lehman is a literary icon: Founder of Rosebud, now the third largest fiction and poetry publication in America, literary editor of Wisconsin People and Ideas and managing partner of Zelda Wilde Publishing, Lehman is an award winning novelist, playwright, biographer and poet. His fifth poetry book is Shorts: 101 Brief Poems of Wonder and Surprise. Tuschen wrote in 2005: John Lehman's new book of poems is entitled Shorts. His latest book, America's Greatest Unknown Poet (a biography of Wisconsin poet, Lorine Niedecker) is doing well and is still available. John was on the latest list for the job of Wisconsin Poet Laureate. Probably lucky for him he didn't get it. Unlucky for us. Good reading and have a suitable day… JT PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET March 3 - March 16, 2005 Vol. 3 #3 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Chicago Postcard There's been a shooting at the Day's End Motel on Toughy Avenue and someone has stolen a TV remote attached to the bed side table in my room. Red from a patrol car pulses below double-layered curtains intended to block light. How am I to switch channels and change volume? How am I to mute that sobbing from the parking lot? After Midnight In a dark house our black dog is a shadow as I wander from room to room whispering his name. When I return he's on the floor by our bed. It is I who have been missing, not him. Yet how peacefully my wife and the sleeping dog breathe. John Lehman ©2005 120 Tuschen wrote in 2005: Poet Elody Samuelson, once a vibrant and energetic member of the Madison literary scene, is currently energizing the Pacific Northwest. She dedicates this wonderful poem to the late Dr. Larry Giles, a literary gem himself. Ms Samuelson is a survivor, a truth slinger, a humanitarian, and above all – a damn good poet. Thanks for reading and have a suitable day… Elody writes in 2016: Elody Samuelson is a Wisconsin native currently residing in Michigan with her husband, three rescue dogs, and three found cats. She works in the renewable energy field these days and still writes poetry and publishes occasionally. She is an avid hiker, knitter, reader, cook, and bird lover. Her current creative outlets include beginning quilting and transforming lawn to native plant gardens. Tuschen was a beloved mentor of Elody's when she was a fledgling poet in the early 90s in Madison. He was a great inspiration and friend. Elody's greatest hope is that he and Larry Giles are doing some epic slam poetry work together upstairs to this day. PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET March 17 - March 30, 2005 Vol. 3 #4 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Birth of Aphrodite Fragmented as sea shells, she found herself somehow fitted together. Divine puzzle, an earring, a sandal, red hair bared in the doorway. Is this how the ocean extracted her? The way a body can sometimes take years, decades even to remove the glass of a broken window or mirror? Spirit like slivers of misused muscle, once whole, then whole again? Already reformed, already antiquated, The shape just breasts, hair, vagina only now called desire. Those bt·ittle fragments, once safety, once virtue, a misplaced fragility. Elody Samuelson ©2005 122 Tuschen wrote in 2005: F.J. Bergman is a wonderful, often published and awarded Madison poet. Her latest book is entitled Sauce Robert published by Pavement Saw Press. Another of her great triumphs is the web site she created and continues to maintain - madpoetry.org - an invaluable source for info on the local literary scene. Enjoy reading and have a suitable day… - JT PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET March 31 - April 13, 2005 Vol. 3 #5 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Liquid There was this website with essays about the word "liquid" and what it meant to the writers and o,1e wmte Hhout how he hated '.:offee > how as an adult he was expected to d1·ink it and like it and how much it sucked - that's the way I feel about beer - and a woman w1·ote about her dependence on alcohol and childhood memories of being adorable, and another guy wrote an allegory about salt and seawater and body fluids and the need to submerge and dissolve and the last essay was about liquid capital and money and how it affected all of us and all I could think of was liquid spilling when ba.-riers broke to settle in forlorn puddles fa1· from its ol'igins, or sinking into the ground without a trace, and streams of refugees flowing across bo1·ders, armies assaulting in waves, guerillas disappearing into the cracked rocks or into the underground. I thought about the wo1·d "liquidate." F. J. Bergman ©2005 124 Mark E. Smith The illusive Mr. Smith again graces the pages of The State Street Poetry Sheets and we are glad for it. PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET May 26 - June 8, 2005 Vol. 3 # 6 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" A Future Of Someone Some day there will be a looldng back, Someone will mention a name And pain or a wanting Will be there, the ache Of days too real for minutes, Then blank for hours, Those brief days holding magic And so much waiting Like flowers of a cactus. Remembrance will strain Through empty telephone lines strung Over months of getting done. Receding into country Where no wires are hung It will seem forever lost until someone, Not knowing how far it had gone, Will carelessly mention a name. Mark E. Smith 126 Samuel John Tuschen, first and only publisher of the State Street Poetry Sheet, was Madisons first Poet Laureate from 1978 to 2000 and was Poet Laureate Emeritus from 2000 to 2005. Called the "Baby Beat" by Allen Ginsberg, Mr. Tuschen was the representative of the Beat Generation in the Midwest and often called the Secret Revolutionary Society of One. This poem was written in an American bus station on Mr. Tuschen’s first trip to Paris and published shortly after his return; it can be found in his book Tuschenetrics. Mr. Tuschen earned a Masters Degree in Rehabilitation Psychology amid his poetry and worked as a psychologist for Dane County. The love, affection, irritation and inspiration engendered by Mr. Tuschen during his forty-year tenure as Madison’s spokesperson for Art as a Human Right made him a fixture in media and venues far outreaching his early expectations. He never failed to support artists perfecting their craft, the lost searching for hope, and people unseen, unheard, marching to the music in their own heads, who worked to make life more meaningful for themselves and others. John died August 5, 2005 at home, as he wished, doing what he loved best: writing poetry. When one of us is gone, we are all diminished. But as he said: personne ne meurt…ils sont seulement sortis de la salle… (nobody dies, they just leave the room). FINAL EDITION STRTESTREET POETRYSHEET Oct.I, 2005 Vol. 3 # 7 Published by Suni Caylor for John Tuschen "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" I Cry On America's Tile i cry for the cabdriver i cry for the wall, the cement, who thinks henry aaron is a plot, the fear and the germs, for the weak and the dizzy, for cold nights on park benches, for the suicides and the poems, newspaper covers, cardboard pillows, for those who spell murder and empty wine bottles. with dollar signs, i cry for needles and light bulb rooms, for those who believe freedom for the deceived is a chevrolet, and the conceived, for those who keep slaves for the .haters and the warmakers. (if only in their minds). i cry for the neon and plastic crawling death i cry on america's tile, inching out over america. head down between my knees. i cry for the trees, i cry for the lonely ones the saw, who are too afraid to scream, and the new york times, for those who feel that living for the killers and the liars, is an act of dying, the fooled and the foolish - for those trapped in brain factories, for those who think god i cry on america's tile. is a product or even real, for the fucked-up poets whose vision is blind, stamped, or traded. John Tuschen 128 Acknowledgements The Editors would like to thank especially the following: the city administrators that helped with funding and so kindly kept us within the grant-process guidlines; the artists who took time away from their own work to give their time and special talents to this production; the educators who helped evaluate the project and interfaced with the schools, and the people of such generosity who donated to this project before it was even begun (in alphabetical order): A Room of One’s Own, Sara Busse, Chuck Caylor, Jordan T. Caylor, Katharyn Cavallo, Sam Chehade and the staff of Michelangelo’s, J. 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