Part 4 of 4 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 98 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET Sept. 2 - Sept. 15, 2004 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen Vol. 2, #19 "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 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 100 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET October 14 - October 27, 2004 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen 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 Vol. 2,#20 "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" Jordan Caylor ©2004 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. 102 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET October 28 - November 10, 2004 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen A Future Of Someone Vol. 2, #21 "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" 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 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 104 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET November 11 - November 24, 2004 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen peeling away the film peeling away the film from our envelopes of self doffing the layers of words, the panels of clothing, Vol. 2, #22 "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" 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 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 rwallace@wisc.edu. 106 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET November 2S - December 1S, 2004 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen Vol. 2,#23 "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 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... 108 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET December 16 - December 29, 2004 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen 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. Vol. 2, #24 "The quiet voice of the subconsciously noisy" 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 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. 110 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET January 6 - January 19, 200S Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen Vol. 2, #2S "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 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). 114 PATEPREETPOETRY51-/EET January 27 • February 9, 2005 Publisher/Editor: John Tuschen Vol. 3 #1 "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 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 S.J. Mahoney 116