Encomiums to this labor of love,

a feminist extravaganza! And an entanglement of scrutiny and joy. A full-throated documentary project of fascinating and newly inspired inter-generational poetics has sprung full grown out of the Jack Kerouac School Archive at Naropa University. With transcriptions based on notes and oral teaching from guests such as Jane Augustine, Joanne Kyger, Michael Heller, and Bernadette Mayer as well as others from summer sessions, we encounter a host of generative surrealist women writers including Clarice Lispector, and modernists, Mina Loy,  Gertrude Stein,  Lorine Niedecker, as well as an elegant H.D. as seen through the eyes of Barbara Guest as encountered by Joanne Kyger.

Did the woman have too much privilege? Is there such a thing as matriarchal language? Stamina and curiosity by the student-poets-scholars over 2 years of “Carrier Waves” (Zoom sessions) has led to this remarkable recovery, and  intimate response. Look to the Archive was the prompt and the student collective cohort, spear-headed by the indomitable le Christina Chady burrowed in. We started the BA MFA and SWP programs of Writing & Poetics nearly 50 years ago with a founding vision that we could build an archive that would resonate across a trajectory of consciousness.

Work on this book seemed a powerful antidote through slog and mystery of pandemic] time, of angst and loss, panic and sequester to some articulated agency around self-discovery, mysticism, dream, torqued language, identity, gender, race, class, sexual empowerment, queerness, disobedience, continuous present, whereby a struggling renascent poet feminism emerges.

Brava to the students- poets- editors-scholars who grappled with disembodied voices. Head to heart to head to ear to oral nights to oculist witness, from reel to reel, reel to  cassette, cassette to CD tracking, tracing dream and vortex, and wild mind dialects of head space and ludic place. Now we’re up to the future with its fierce continuing opaline determination to be heard embodied in these texts and psyches.

This is a great shimmering and useful handbook for younger writers/thinker. As Diane Lizette Rodriquez remarks: ”The line of descent follows us.”

       ~ Anne Waldman

Embodied Unconscious is the most inspired book on poetry lineage ever to appear in North America. Doesn’t it seem obvious now? That writers of the Jack Kerouac School should unearth voices from the trove of archives, write down what they hear their ancestors say, and respond with their own careful, cool gazes into the future? Almost every speaker here a woman—from Stein, Loy, Niedecker, their generation—to women who are changing poetry right now. Three generations of figures who pass the lamp of courage forward. As I read this collection, what echoes are Plato’s words to artists: when the mode of the music changes, the laws of the state change too.

     ~ Andrew Schelling

Jack Kerouac School, author of Tracks Along the left Coast

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Notoriously, American feminism in the 1970s

trained its eye on the literary canon, rediscovering a body of work by female writers and fashioning a female ideal reader who resisted the “immasculation of women by men,” as Judith Fetterly wrote in 1978. Yet, these correctives have just as notoriously needed correction as they threatened to reestablish the universal writer and reader—woman this time. The French theorists’ psychoanalysis unsettled this universal (yet notably American) reader and writer by emphasizing bisexuality, desire, plurality, and diffuseness. I see this anthology as an ongoing practice of restitution, recuperation, and revision. But more significantly and uniquely, this anthology, and the outrider lineage from which it comes, is a practice of refusal, a refusal of closure and reification that pushes language to its limits, as Jane Augustine says in her talk on Clarice Lispector. One of my favorite pieces in the anthology is a conversation (experimental women’s writing is multivocal and participatory). Jane Augustine discusses H.D.’s mysticism, but Diane DiPrima and Anne Waldman occasionally interject so that I feel I am witnessing a convening straight out of H.D.’s mysticism—are these the three fates, a palimpsest of voices, the incarnations of Mary? Yes, probably.

     ~ J’Lyn Chapman