{"id":748,"date":"2021-09-22T21:56:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-23T04:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/?p=748"},"modified":"2025-02-27T10:39:43","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T18:39:43","slug":"gary-young","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/test-inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/gary-young\/","title":{"rendered":"Issue 88: Gary Young"},"content":{"rendered":"
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About Gary Young<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Gary Young\u2019s most recent books are That\u2019s What I Thought, <\/em>winner of the Lexi Rudnitsky Editor\u2019s Choice Award from Persea Books, <\/em>and Precious Mirror, <\/em>translations from the Japanese. His books include Even So: New and Selected Poems; Pleasure; No Other Life,<\/em> winner of the William Carlos Williams Award; Braver Deeds<\/em>, winner of the Peregrine Smith Poetry Prize; The Dream of a Moral Life<\/em> which won the James D. Phelan Award; and Hands. <\/em>A new book of translations, Taken to Heart: 70 poems from the Chinese, <\/em>is forthcoming from White Pine Press. He has received grants from the NEH, NEA, and the Shelley Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America among others. He teaches creative writing and directs the Cowell Press at UC Santa Cruz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Visit his website: gary-young.net<\/a><\/p>\n\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n

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A Profile of the Author<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Notes on \u201cLast night I fell asleep\u201d and \u201cEach moment blossoms\u201d<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Both of my poems are from a work-in-progress, American Analects, <\/em>and revolve around my dear friend and mentor, Gene Holtan. In the Analects of<\/em> Confucius,<\/em> the author devotes considerable attention to right action, and takes pains to describe and praise certain friends and disciples who exhibit exemplary character. I had intended to write primarily about Gene, but I am at an age when the number of dead friends exceeds those still living, and there are many poems in the manuscript that address those who have died but continue to exert a presence in my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEach moment blossoms\u201d tackles the impermanence of the present moment, which can never be held or even apprehended, and the accumulation of moments into discrete aggregates that make up memories and the indelible proof of our having lived. I list several of these moments before describing the central action of the poem: holding Gene\u2019s hand while he was dying. We can\u2019t really know what someone else is thinking, but we can get close. Because Gene was such an intimate friend, and someone I loved dearly, I can believe that I knew what he was thinking. And though the sea at sunset only looked<\/em> as if it was burning, it felt as if the whole world was on fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLast night I fell asleep\u201d depicts a situation that most poets have experienced: you wake up with an idea in the middle of the night, write it down, and in the morning you have at least the germ of a poem\u2014or you don\u2019t, as is the case here. Gene did not trust consciousness, and he taught me to be wary of the anything that I \u201cthought\u201d. Gene was always waiting for the real, \u201cthe authentic self\u201d to appear. This poem offers a glimpse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Music, Food, Booze, Tattoos, Kittens, etc.<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

When the pandemic struck, our two grown sons moved back home with my wife and me\u2014a blessing for us, perhaps less so for them. We live in the Santa Cruz Mountains, and we\u2019d settled into a comfortable routine when the CZU Lightning Complex Fire struck last August. We evacuated our home, and for two weeks had no idea if our house had survived. In the end, we discovered that the fire had burned all around us, but our house had been spared, a small miracle considering that over two dozen friends were among the 900 families on the mountain whose homes had been lost in the blaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the buildings on the property suffered damage, and we camped in a friend\u2019s condominium for four months while repairs were made and moved back into our home just two days after Christmas. Our oldest son, Jake, in addition to being a marvelous poet and critic, is also a sommelier and a superb chef. To ease his pain, and ours, Jake dedicated himself to cooking the best meals possible. For the past year, the four of us have dined on world cuisine\u2014Japanese yakitori, Thai soups, miso noodles, homemade gravlax, marinated pork with a Peruvian aji sauce, Panzanella salad with watermelon and feta. This list could go on for pages. We also drank our way through boxes of wine kept under the house, assuming that if we were saving a particular vintage for a special occasion, that occasion had arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both our boys are moving on again, and though I will be unable to duplicate our culinary adventures, I hope that I will not slip back into the habit watching my diet or saving that special wine for another time. The lesson of the pandemic is clear\u2014open the bottle now.<\/p>\n\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n

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Two Poems by Gary Young<\/a><\/h2>\n\n

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