BL KENNEDY, POETRY REVIWER, in his own words: Well, it's 6:35 AM outside, 36 degrees, in my Sacramento apartment it's a cool 68 degrees. Last night (late), I was the recipient of an email that simply had the word "idea" written in the message bar it was from my buddy poet, Belinda Subraman, you know, Belinda, she of books, Skype, radio inter-views, generally political ramplings and all the whipped cream that you can find.
So, I said "yep" let's see what happens. Belinda then told me the the introduction of me as the official Poetry Book Reviewer for her BlogSpot, had to be exciting. So, here's my whipped cream.
Here I am..BL Kennedy who will be reviewing poetry for Belinda Subraman's Blog. So, I think it's only fair that you know something about me. Okay, I was born in The Bronx, NYC and I am a Yankees fan. This is really for my late father William Kennedy who loved the game and loved the Yankees. I now, as you can tell live in Sacramento, California and the Yankees are far away.
A little about me, I love poetry, all kinds of good poetry. This means no religious or over-the-top political philosophies.
Okay, I was raised in a home with no books but had a deal with the local BOOKSTORE, library, and corner newsstand. In other words I was a reader. Early on I discovered heroes like Henry Miller, Bukowski, Kenneth Patchen, Sinatra, Godzilla. Ann Menebroker, Val Lewton, The FireSign Theater, Kerouac, Mike Hammer, Ursalla Duziux, Miles Davis, Nelson Algren, Hubert Selby, Jr, Earl Thomson, d.a.levy, Harlan Ellison, The MC5, Patti Smith, Allen Ginsberg, Kathy Acker, Charles Chaplin. Harpo, Anne Waldman, Sharon Doubiago, Jo Ann Kyger, Robin Rule, and we can never forget "The Creature from the Black Lagoon" Or how that fool Custer ran into that mess!
I am kind of like Custer. As I said, I love poetry. And I am a fair, honest critic with an artistic bent toward all things exciting and experimental, yet I love a good Stephen King, get the picture? I think you get the picture those names listed above have contributed in way which got me on the path of becoming a poet and book reviewer. Of course this amazing feat took years of going to colleges like the famed
Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poets in the Writing Program at
Naropa Institute, and California State University, Sacramento, and many nights of down on my ass drunk and in philosophical conversation with other drunk Artists, Poets, Extraterrestrials, Ghosts,Writers, and Frank Zappa.
So, buckle-up because we are gonna go fast and introduce you to some very cool poetry along the way.
BL Kennedy
1201 P Street, # 5, Sacramento, CA. 95814
PH. (916) 444-7606
SEND BOOKS FOR REVIEW TO THE ABOVE ADDRESS.
A few poems by BL Kennedy
The Hands Of LoversWith the restored language
Of your paschal flesh
I wander
Along orchard paths
Drunk
On the odor of reverie
Faith cried into noir hands
It utters our lives to earth
But earth does not
Abolish it pulls
From testimonials
Truncated
In the convex stream of dreams
Some Notes On The Way Of ThingsYou ask for simple things
Luminous blackberries,
A wreath of stars & yellow ribbons,
Some broken tree branches to weave
Across the naked breasts
Of a woman spying
The abandoned follies
Created above heaven &
So filled with beatitude
That even God would cry
MeditationThis poem is a prayer
Filled with sacred teachings
This poem rebel lyric
Of light
It wobbles language
It burst bubblebops
It composes with peddlewood pencils
It bleeds residue from leather girdles of Shiva
It sits with Buddha
It shoots night full of orange flowers
Fills its mouth with tropical jewels
It is necessary to travel with this poem
Because it is yet to be heard by strangers