Joanne Kyger is an American poet. Her poetry is influenced by her practice of Zen Buddhism and her ties to the poets of Black Mountain, the San Francisco Renaissance, and the Beat generation.
Kyger studied at the University of California, Santa Barbara, before moving to San Francisco, in 1957, and becoming involved with the poetry scene around Jack Spicer and Robert Duncan.
In 1960 she joined Gary Snyder (whom she had met in San Francisco in 1958) in Japan. They were married on February 28, immediately after her arrival. She later travelled to India with Snyder, Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky, where she met with the Dalai Lama. She returned to the... more »
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Joanne Kyger Poems
'The best thing about the past is that it's over'
Into the party, with engraved invitations, I am bored when I realize the champagne in the decrepit bowl is going to get filled up a lot. Well then, on the greens in front of the Mansion are walking Tom Clark and Ted Berrigan, what chums!
Morning is such a welcome time. It doesn...
Morning is such a welcome time. It doesn't demand much from the pocket- Some coffee, a cigarette, and the day starts, full of optimism & clarity of hope While the Muse holds her head, and the crazy Elementals
Influences in Poetry
In a room getting ready for a party with Dotty, Ducan MacNaughton comes in and says 'Stephen Rodefer is on his way here to kill you!
You know when you write poetry you find
You know when you write poetry you find the architecture of your lineage your teachers like Robert Duncan for me gave me some glue for the heart Beats which gave confidence
Your Heart Is Fine
Your heart is fine feeling the widest possible empathy for the day and its inhabitants
The grasses are light brown and ocean comes in long shimmering lines under the fleet from last night
Buddhism Without A Book
Well, you had to find it some where another person passed simplicity on to you, the practice of some syllables the position of a seated body and you believe
[He is pruning the privet]
He is pruning the privet of sickly sorrow desolation in loose pieces of air he goes clip clip clip the green blooming branches fall—‘they’re getting out
from 'Places To Go'
My Place was loosing the great beauty that came on horse reaching out to me as I lay locked, no I won't and running after, I want I want. Nearly falling like a ghost, telling it like a ghost, becoming wet.
Sunday in the Storm Era
'these are extraordinary times' so we can do whatever we want ha ha
Philip Whalen's Hat
I woke up about 2:30 this morning and thought about Philip's hat. It is bright lemon yellow, with a little brim all the way around, and a lime green hat band,
October 28, Take It Easier
I wonder what the ocean is like today? Cold and flat, hot and flat? Cold and whippy,, tide out, in? The sand will be warm, I'm sure
what I wanted to say was in the broad sweeping form of being there
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'The best thing about the past
is that it's over'
when you die.
you wake up
from the dream
that's your life.
Then you grow up
and get to be post human
in a past that keeps happening
ahead of you