Homage & Good-Bye to Tuli Kupferberg
On Saturday a Tuli Kupferberg homage was held at Saint Marks in the Bowery’s Poetry Project. The Fugs performed a number of Tuli’s songs, and some 40 plus people spoke or read to honor Tuli, in the very full hall. Below, my amateurish recording of the Fugs doing a Tuli song (an extract, really), and below that my translation of the 1969 Claude Pélieu poem dedicated to Tuli, which I read in the original French & in my instant translation (just add English) after suggesting that Claude, who called it splitsville back in 2002, was no doubt hanging out near the Pearly Gates to throw a reception party for Tuli when he arrived.
Claude Pélieu
IDIOT SONG
(for Tuli)
Silence staved in the ripe wheat
& the body attacked the body
Light sawed through the fog
& the music knocked over the chamber maid
The silex-emerald of sex set fire to
the calendar
A short line a long line
a black one a white one
we couldn't care less we don't give a fuck
The spicy stars pinch
thought's ass.
Poasis II: Selected Poems 2000-2024
“Todesguge/Deathfugue”
“Interglacial Narrows (Poems 1915-2021)”
“Always the Many, Never the One: Conversations In-between, with Florent Toniello”
“Conversations in the Pyrenees”
“A Voice Full of Cities: The Collected Essays of Robert Kelly.” Edited by Pierre Joris & Peter Cockelbergh
“An American Suite” (Poems) —Inpatient Press
“Arabia (not so) Deserta” : Essays on Maghrebi & Mashreqi Writing & Culture
“Barzakh” (Poems 2000-2012)
“Fox-trails, -tales & -trots”
“The Agony of I.B.” — A play. Editions PHI & TNL 2016
“The Book of U / Le livre des cormorans”
“Memory Rose Into Threshold Speech: The Collected Earlier Poetry of Paul Celan”
“Paul Celan, Microliths They Are, Little Stones”
“Paul Celan: Breathturn into Timestead-The Collected Later Poetry.” Translated & with commentary by Pierre Joris. Farrar, Straus & Giroux
Claude was waiting impatiently with Mary at his side. Here is Mary Beach’s translation of the same poem from Jukeboxes:
AN IDIOTIC SONG
(For Tuli)
Silence has knocked down the ripe wheat
& the body attacked the body
Light has sawed through the fog
& music knocked down the chambermaid
The sex’s emerald flint set fire to
the calendar
A short line a long line
one black one white
don’t give a fuck who cares
spiced stars pinch
thought’s ass —