semantikon feature literature
May 2005
Ralph LaCharity
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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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ralph lacharity, cincinnati, ohio, worc's, aloud allowed, skaldric cauldron, e-book, montages, performance poet, poetry, visual art, independent publisher


                                                        KALI SONG

 

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