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Songs for the Soul
Gary Snyder
by Harry Furness
Introduction
This
month I do wish to discuss the wonderful poetry of Gary Snyder.
Gary Snyder was the inspiration for Japhy Ryder in Jack Kerouac's
The Dharma Bums in the same way Neal Cassady had
inspired Dean Moriarty in On the Road. Mr. Kerouac met Mr. Snyder
when the two of them were on Desolation Mountain
as fire watchers in the mid-1950s. Gary Snyder is a poet, Zen
Master, environmentalist, naturalist, father, husband, teacher,
and above all a human being, in its best sense. And, this grandmaster
of American poetry is still alive. So I must state that the following
is my take on this great living treasure's poetry. I can only
hope that he continues and has good health for years to come.
Opening Salvo
"Human beings themselves are at risk
- not just on some survival-of-civilization level, but more basically
on the level of heart and soul. We are ignorant of our own nature
and confused about what it is to be a human being." Gary
Snyder
Even
though Mr. Snyder first was known to me as a member of the San
Franciscan poetry beat scene, he was the "beatnik"
who wasn't. Mr. Snyder was never one to feel "beat"
and he was never one to feel beat down by the world. His poetry
and writings are always reaching for some higher understanding
and integration of life and spirit. Gary Snyder's poetry transcends
his images of nature and language. He reaches for some universal
spirit that touches us all as humans. We are part of the whole
and as such must treat existence as both holy and worldly.
"I hold the most archaic values on
earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals,
the power-vision in solitude, .... the love and ecstasy of the
dance, the common work of the tribe." Gary Snyder
Song for Gary Snyder
I whisper to your breeze Gary Snyder
Like you taught us to respect the spirit that swirls around and
Through all living things
quiet birds
at flight
Child left with only books to read
Growing up green with mountains and forests as friends
Watching in towers for fires with only a radio
A desolation angel
Swirling in events with wine and readings and beat friends
Walking the paths of masters in solace in the shadows of mountains
Not holding court in the communes raising awareness
And our consciousness of life and its future
Gentle beautiful spirit carrying the message to us
The Reality of It All
Gary Snyder was born in 1930 in San Francisco.
However, because of the social destruction of the Great Depression
of the 1930s his family moved to the state of Washington. He
spent his early formative years there developing a great love
and appreciation for nature, native Americans, and learning.
Like so many great American poets (Walt Whitman, Robert Frost,
etc.) one of Mr. Snyder's boyhood jobs was as at a local newspaper,
as copy-boy. But his real love seemed to be outdoors. Early in
life he developed a love for mountain climbing.
"Sky over endless mountains.
All the junk that goes along with being human
Drops away, hard rock wavers
Even the heavy present seems to fail
This bubble of a heart. ..."
(Piute Creek)
At Reed College he met Carl Proujan, Phillip
Whalen, and Lew Welch and published his first poems in a student
journal. The summer after he graduated in 1951 with a BA in both
anthropology and literature Mr. Snyder worked as a timber-scaler
on the Warm Springs Indian Reservation. In his early and mid-twenties,
Gary Snyder's experiences included studying Zen Buddhism, working
as a seamen, working as a fire watcher on Desolation Peak, graduate
studies in Asian culture and languages, and meeting Allen Ginsberg.
Of course he had a great many other experiences, but these seemed
to be the defining ones of his life.
us bowing deep bows
- spirits for the spirit, bright poet gone
then pass the cup among the living -
strong.
(Strong Spirit)
Through Mr. Ginsberg, Gary Snyder met Jack
Kerouac and others of the force that came to be known as the
Beat movement. The New York writers seem to find Mr. Snyder's
back country experiences and Eastern Zen studies refreshing and
exotic. Lawrence Ferlinghetti referred to him as "the Thoreau
of the Beat Generation"; however, as Mr. Snyder's eastern
philosophy was teaching him, he transcended this title.
"Wilderness is not just the 'preservation'
of the world, it is the world. .... Nature is ultimately in no
way endangered; wilderness is. The wild is indestructible, but
we might not see the wild." Gary Snyder
Mr. Snyder read his poem "A Berry
Feast" at the now famous poetry reading at the Six Gallery
in San Francisco (on October 7, 1955). This is marked as both
the start of the San Franciscan poetry renaissance and the coming
out party of the Beat Generation poets. However, like the transcendence
of his Zen studies, Mr. Snyder needed to reach farther than being
another Beat writer. Mr. Snyder spent most of the time between
1956 and 1968 in Japan in various monasteries studying Zen.
In a poem from this period, Mr. Snyder's
focus seemed to look inward so that he could better define the
outer world.
Hieizan wrapped in his own cloud -
Back there no big houses, only a little farm shack
crows cawing back and forth
over the valley of grass-bamboo
and small pine.
If I had a peaceful heart it would look
like this.
(Six Years 'January')
During the 1970s Mr. Snyder was deeply
involved with the back-to-basics movement. His beliefs in the
sacred nature of the earth stemmed from his Zen beliefs and his
studies in geomorphology and anthropology. His 1974 Turtle
Island (the title is taken from the creation story shared
by many native tribes) won a Pulitzer Prize.
"Bioregional awareness teaches us
in specific ways. It is not enough to just 'love nature' or to
want to 'be in harmony with Gaia.' Our relation to the natural
world takes place in a place, and it must be grounded in information
and experience." - Gary Snyder
All of his work and life reflect these
very grounded views of harmony and respect for all of life. Mr.
Snyder continues his work today as a professor emeritus of English.
wind wipes away this blue stupor
gold grass quivering
clouds volatile as carbonic acid
cherry shines white in the sun
(The Scene)
Gary Snyder has received an American Academy
of Arts and Letters award, the Bollingen Prize, a Guggenheim
Foundation fellowship, the Bess Hokin Prize and the Levinson
Prize from Poetry, the Robert Kirsch Lifetime Achievement Award
from the Los Angeles Times, and the Shelley Memorial Award.
Snyder was elected a Chancellor of The Academy of American Poets
in 2003. He is a professor of English at the University of California,
Davis.
Bibliography:
- Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems (San Francisco: Four Seasons, 1969).
- Myths and Texts
(New York: New Directions, 1960,1978).
- The Back Country
(New York: New Directions, 1968).
- Earth Household
(New York: New Directions, 1969). [Prose]
- Regarding Wave
(New York: New Directions, 1970).
- Turtle Island
(New York: New Directions, 1974). [Pullitzer Prize]
- The Old Ways
(San Francisco: City Lights, 1977). [Prose]
- Axe Handles
(San Francisco: North Point, 1983).
- He Who Hunted Birds in His Father's
Village ("the Dimensions of
a Haida Myth") (Bolinas, CA: Grey Fox, 1979). [Prose]
- Passage Through India (San Francisco: Gray Fox, 1984).
- Left Out in the Rain (San Francisco: North Point, 1988).
- The Practice of the Wild (San Francisco: North Point, 1990). [Prose]
- No Nature
(New York: Pantheon, 1992)
- A Place in Space
(Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1995). [Prose]
- Mountains and Rivers Without End (Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1996). [Bollingen
Prize]
- The Gary Snyder Reader (Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1999).
Conclusion
What does Gary Snyder mean to modern American
poetry and life? He is a leader in spiritual verse and growth
for multiple generations. He is helped open America to the power
of Zen and its tenets. He has been a leader in living as an organism
on the planet and appreciating the power and beauty of our surroundings
and being not just stewards but living in harmony with other
things. His poetry brushes aside our gauzy gaze and shows us
truths.
As I state over and again this is not an
academic paper. This is just my introduction to you. I hope that
I have opened a window and that you will look out and feel the
breeze of greatness. Thanks.
For more from Harry visit his
columns: February, January, December,
November, October;
and his poetry: February,
January, December,
November, and October. Or his online
home.
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