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Ralph LaCharity
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VISUAL WORKS
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A
polyrhythmic adventurer and an intellectual provocateur,
Ralph La Charity argues with and provokes the aesthetic
possibilities of the contemporary poetic experience.
His highly incantatory style of delivery is coupled
with compositional ingredients that blend both earthy
and sophisticated verbal elements. A veteran performer
at such festivals as Seattle's Bumbershoot and at
Texas’ Austin International Poetry Festival,
he has incited poetry ferment over the years in communities
as diverse as San Antonio, San Francisco, Honolulu,
and Denver. His principal forté, since moving
to Cincinnati in the early '90s, has been the blending
of poetry within co-equally polyrhythmic musical
contexts: La Charity simultaneously delivers his
verbal stew while also playing percussion in eclectic,
jazz-flavored productions featuring 3 to 5-man musical
ensembles.
La
Charity has been public as a poet since 1970. He first
began presenting his work in music settings as a result
of the vivid physical quality of his delivery, working
for two years as house poet at JAZZ PLUS Nightclub
in Honolulu HI, with Bob Braye's Peace & Rhythm
jazz ensemble in the early 80's. Working in collaboration
with two Cincinnati-based musicians in 1996, guitarist
Richard Williams & saxophonist Jack Walker, La
Charity, as poet/percussionist, formed the musical
trio, SáSemblé, dedicated to performing
what the poet calls "village jazz & word." Also
in the mid-90s, working with poets Ken Kawaji and Bill
Polak, he created the eclectic Cincinnati jazz/poetry
radio program, the Skaldric Cauldlron, on WAIF-FM radio.
Among
the poet's books currently in print are: four-by-fars;
on Som bo; and CINEMANUENSING, all from Aloud Allowed
Impress of Cincinnati in the late '90s, and Seatticus
Knight, from Black Heron Press of Seattle/San Francisco,
released in 1985. Two audio cassette anthologies include
his work, Poets Along the River, from Mesilla Press
of San Antonio TX, 1991, and Road Word Live, from Burning
Press of Cleveland OH, 1994. The poet currently edits & publishes
W'ORCs/ALOUD ALLOWED, a poetry samizdat he originated
in then-West Germany in 1986, based since 1992 in Cincinnati.
An October 2003 taped 50-minute video of La Charity
performing solo at the Jailhouse in Fred Fuller Park
in Kent OH is available from RC Wilson Jr of that city.
Among
appearances over the course of the preceding decade:
Austin International Poetry Festival (Austin TX), Bumbershoot
Festival (Seattle WA), the Southern Ohio Museum (Portsmouth
OH), the Ensemble Theater of Cincinnati & the Carnegie
Theater of Covington KY (in Aralee Strange's "Evening
at the Sad Cafe"), the Davis Discovery Center
(Columbus OH). In the Summer of the year 2000 he mounted
Sahara Date, a single 90-minute performance piece,
backed by a quintet version of his group,which was
presented at Quill’s in Philadelphia, at BARDFEST
2000 in Reading PA., and on successive nights at three
separate Cincinnati-area venues, Volk Gallery, Base
Arts Gallery, and York Street Café. The June
2001 presentation of his hour-long Acoustic Sun Song,
at the downtown Contemporary Arts Center in Cincinnati,
both distilled and advanced upon the achievement of
Sahara Date . . . this performance marked the final
public appearance of SáSemblé, which
did not continue performing following the passing of
Richard Williams, its guitarist and musical mainstay.
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KALI
SONG
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in
my Age of Conversion
Her lowered Wisdom’s Rose
another only unasked query
lightly taken thru
Her veils
I am held bereft beneath Her sway
where Giving becomes Receiving
unsilented Wait for
Tsunamic More
in Cells beneath Cities melting Brick
Eve of Obeisant Deflect
Soon enough our
emptiness Awaiting
Rumor livid in the Traces
o Soulful Prepare
came sang of
Flow
sailing am I
this full moon
say : Lingam Eye
yawning, calling
. . .
irrefutably enCantoring am
calling blindly across Her
hollow hallowed Kali/Yoni seas
Her broad bells of conversion
ring of bone down-wrought
wry query’s dangled provocation
Said bluest broad array
my underself up-shadowed
those wondrous vast waves
my widening Lingam Eye yawned at
Lost am I, O Kali-Yoni
Lost am Eye, O Yoni- Kali
O Kali-Yoni Yoni-Kali
O Yoni-Kali Kali-Yoni
Dawn flush Dream Below & Beyond
new-hollowed Depths, the Dark Incessant
Clefts where Song goes Awry
Silent taker of dictation
impressed beneath those lips
WisDomme’s wrung wetness echoing
Kali-Yoni Moon on high
Yoni-Kali Moon am Eye
calling, yawning
yawning, calling
Noon's Occlusive Emerge
Lore of Iron's Inner Endure
Maw of Diversion
stung physically into Song
Her radical radiance
of possession where I can
no longer be not Eve
rapt, rapedly led bodily
levels upon layers of
embolded Initiation
scourge & testament
pale & impaled
fierce-focused
resonance
flayed, frayed
Kali-Yoni Yoni-Kali
Lingam Eye am I
Yoni-Kali Kali-Yoni
Lingam Lost am I
am alit & am led, call-colored
alike lightning unto Kali/Yoni's
uncanny blue-midst surround
now ampled & brightly
alighting, Her bolt
stroked altered boy
emptied, unmanned
beneath Grief's grave Barrio
Heartbore's stoked Curse & Core
Night of Blindest Lightning
chewn-thru unstable Sod
too, Blood's ceaseful Song
underfoot Flood's unseen undertow
calling yawning Yoni-Kali
yawning Kali calling Yoni
calling Kali yawning Yoni
Kali-Yoni calling yawning
sing Calamity's unceasing
rulesome Rain race apace
Woe's darkest Wave & Wake
Heavy taker of given liberties
heavenly sign in deepest earth
elemental shift and revelation
Of
Lingam Lost am I
Lingam Lost aye calling Yoni
Lingam Lost O yawning Kali
wholly spent, lifted
wholly aloft, afloated
simultane, sallying still
aye eyed ever
sailing spun-called
& plighted thru
Her brighted Blue
Moon’s descend
thus Provocation’s stressed converse
Her proposals veiled in percept’s trial
descendent uplift only Dawn’s could match
Kali-Yoni Yoni-Kali
Moon on high
Moon am Aye
O Yoni-Kali
O Kali-Yoni
Lost Lingam
calling yawning
To yield is the ancient First Wisdom,
converse of resistance herein asserted
You have my plea, in distanced thrall
Kali Yoni Yoni Kali Kali Kali
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