Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Review from Paul Revere's Horse Literary Journal by Russell Duvernoy, 2011 on Frank Samperi

"You're in light, song"
Considering Frank Samperi

From Russell:

Thank you so much for contacting me. I am thrilled to hear from

you. Your father's work has been a great source of pleasure and
sustenance ever since I first discovered it in 2008. (This was at a
great poetry only bookshop in Beacon, NY - The Hermitage - which has
since closed. The proprietor Jon Beachum, had several out of print,
and beautiful, copies of Samperi's books, which he recommended.)

The piece you mentioned is an essay on your father's work as a
whole, the impact it has made upon me, and its relationship to
spiritual and philosophical pursuits. I am proud of it as a piece of
writing and I believe it honors your father's work. It draws
primarily on poems found in The Prefigurations, Quadrifarium, and
Lumen Gloriae.

Wonderful review thanks to Russell. Thank you so much Russell.

Monday, September 19, 2011

More notes

You waste away for want of companions – those who insist you only wait upon a verification that

is referable to themselves rather than the common that makes companions participants in the greater

life. What comes upon one that makes him (you) feel that everything has reached its peak, and that

anything more to do is over and above! There is separation, and the terrible sorrow of the day reflects

it, makes me inwardly dual. Wait! Don’t work on the major poem until there is time – but suppose the time

never comes? Wait! If…

Only those writers whose possibilities are granted can expect honor, those ignored can only know

isolation, the act of writing (more) akin to the (criminal action)non-professional, even tho sense of craft

better than those whose positions are granted. The ignored one must take upon himself every insult,

humiliation – the superiorly of his art makes him take it – compromise foreign to him.

The country art is suspect because it’s there for the sake of the tired peoples of the cities – after awhile

people can only take so much concrete – but we can’t be sentimental over this.

We are now into the days (now) when to expect words from another can cause collapse if the words

don’t come. Some poets stay amidst nature because they feel – I guess – that to stay in the city is to be

abstract: they – unknowingly, of course – falsify: in the country does not guaranty poetry; on the

contrary, it is possible to tip one’s hat (to pay lip service) to the natural sciences under such conditions,

that is, the poetic actively there is referable to the position here in the sense that it is there in order to

ease the city of its severity.

So many hours to job – so little now for reading. Was it not once almost 12 hours a day?

The Union of both Church & State has the same meaning as Church Total State Total: total eradication of


The new Christian the Spiritual man living the Eternal Life.

There’s no time to rest now: poems come of rest? Then let there be a writing: no time to rest –

But are you giving yourself over to expression? No! expression always self: Holy or slave this writing

reveals a purity reflecting Holiness or a shell (inwardly outwardly) cracked reflecting nothing,

which is to say, the ordeal more than the body can handle, yet the brokenness not without some sense

of the release that is Holiness, because the selflessness even there purity tho negative.

To get rid of a desire to be known is to come to grips with one’s humiliation.

I am sick of this age. I am not fit for anything – useless.

                  gods in shadows

                 wood beyond hill

                 above sea

                 light reflected beyond water – nothing….

Two movements become confused when the vision is single: a man high minded but poor.

(unfit for life.)

It may be that I have written the Life more than any other, but viewed from the role valid identification,

not true, personalism an image in light giving way to God.

I feel deeply misplaced; but know at heart that place here is political, and wonder where is the political

that once was ordinary speech, dying as we do speaking artificially.

This however cannot be right: ordinary artificial parts of the greater no where at odds.

The good life can only be that which despite everything else remains itself.

Why suicide in my work? obvious: the work wishes to take its life.

There is a difference between the actual life and the real life.

Ideally speaking social poetry to the detriment of the familial is circular: peace as end is but the familial

returning: therefore, social poetry is family poetry….

One can’t get rid of the sentimental by identifying with the social.

The sorrow of astrology is that its theoretical configurations stand in need of the practical.

To be thoroughly secular is to be pagan.

My relation to the 4 similar to Dante’s relation to those of the old style.

Beware of the poets who (seek) equate the will with the vertical and then seek to destroy (get rid of) it.

Knowledge of the individual a ruse: something pantheistic about it.


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Frank Samperi’s notes on poetry and poetics


Handwritten original from “Marginalia” included in Quadrifariam.

For Dolores

These poems may seem to be just occasions; (but) nevertheless there is a desire to place

them more substantially: the spiritual world a light coming thru. (Gathering up or better)

revealing the domestic worthy of the metaphor: the family aware of the fall of light,

darkness no longer something to be eradicated.


-There should be no indenting – also, the lines should fall without spacing.


What is known the world over business makes men brutal.

Still feel that the deeping of The Triune depends upon my getting complete rest – no other

way to the spirit except thru a purity of disposition.

It is best that my work remain unknown – the age continues the work of the last 600 years:

Who’s the poet, then?

I’d like to write of friendship, but that’s more memorial than actual fact; nevertheless, the

memory of it mollifies walks otherwise hapless. Not much time for walks these days – the job

tyrannical. It is not possible to teach the young poetry if their sense of (poetry) it is competitive.

They seek judgments that have nothing to do with the art, that is, a man gains nothing from being

told that his work is stronger than another’s: but again, the age wants no part of a teaching that

has God as end, the audience in no sense identifying with a work, release necessarily telic.

Here it comes clear: the teaching of poetry says just that we might be heirs of a view that impedes

no sense – second that the wholeness of a work is equally given up: from these the audience is

fulfilled, the sense the wholeness unimpeded. What happens when the age is false (propagandistic)?

The artist must seek the truth doubly.

You waste away for want of companions – those who insist you only wait upon a verification that

is referable to themselves rather than the common that makes companions participants in the greater


What comes upon one that makes him (you) feel that everything has reached its peak, and that

anything more to do is over and above! There is separation, and the terrible sorrow of the day reflects

It, makes me inwardly dual.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Paul Revere's Horse Literary Journal

Last Poets Review by Russell Duvernoy on Frank Samperi.

Russell Duvernoy currently resides in Albuquerque, NM where he studies Philosophy at UNM. His work has appeared in Fugue, Watchword, and Queen’s Head and Artichoke, and he has published a small collection of short stories with the obscure but legendary letter-press publisher Unlock the Clockcase.

Does anyone have a copy? has anyone seen this review?

Very nice. Claudia

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

From Dei Notitia, 1978 by Frank Samperi

From Dei notitia

Frank Samperi
John Perlman

Last Poem:

turn to God

God informs
this one that is

“Following the holy Fathers, we unanimously teach and confess one and the same Son, our

Lord Jesus Christ: the same perfect in divinity and perfect in humanity, the same truly God and
truly man, composed of rational soul and body; consubstantial with the Father as to his divinity
and consubstantial with us as to his humanity; "like us in all things but sin." He was begotten
from the Father before all ages as to his divinity and in these last days, for us and for our
salvation, was born as to his humanity of the virgin Mary, the Mother of God.

We confess that one and the same Christ, Lord, and only-begotten Son, is to be acknowledged
in two natures without confusion, change, division, or separation (in duabus naturis inconfuse,
immutabiliter, indivise, inseparabiliter). The distinction between natures was never abolished by
their union, but rather the character proper to each of the two natures was preserved as they
came together in one person (prosopon) and one hypostasis.”

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Virgo, my father's Rising Sign in Astrology

Virgo () is the sixth astrological sign in the Zodiac, which spans the zodiac between the 150th and 179th degree of celestial longitude. Generally, the Sun transits this area of the zodiac between August 23rd to September 22nd each year (sometimes the dates vary slightly). Individuals born during these dates, whilst the Sun is within this sign are called Virgos.

Virgo is seasonally associated with the end of summer and the onset of autumn, when nature -having borne its fruit - recedes into conservation. Because its period indicates a change of season, it is known as a 'mutable sign',which indicates an instinct towards changeability and an easy ability to let go of past situations in preparation for future needs.

The sign is governed by Mercury, the planet of dexterity, communication, interchange of ideas and study. Mercury is also exalted in this sign, which as an 'earth-sign' is marked by practicality and perseverance. This gives an ideal balance between ingenuity of mind, and sharp intellect, and the strength of will needed to see creative ideas through to completion. In the other elements a strong Mercury can indicate fickleness or unhealthy restlessness, but Virgo's earthy qualities steady this trait and gives an excellent eye for detail. Virgos are reputed to be adept at languages, to possess a love of literature, a deep interest in history and statistics, and a good memory for details.

Virgo is considered a 'feminine' or passive (introvert) sign. This gives the characteristics of being reflective and receptive to the ideas of others. This passivity, accompanied by a flair for discrimination and eloquence with words has given Virgos a reputation for civility and good manners. They are said to have a talent for projects which require precision and detail, and to excel at skills and crafts which require patience and exactitude. On the negative, they are highly sensitive to perceived criticism, and can appear to worry unduly about the need to make things as perfect as they can be. Joanna Watters (2003) defined a keyphrase for this sign as "I serve", and summarises the Virgo reputation for over-analysing emotions by saying:"One of the Virgo lessons in life is to learn that to err is human, to forgive divine, especially when it comes to love.

The Ascendant (or rising sign) is often considered the mask one wears when meeting others. Perhaps it is most aptly thought of as the automatic responses to one's environment. The Ascendant shows our natural defenses and how we cope with day-to-day issues. The energies of the sign and condition of the Ascendant are most overt and obvious to others. The Ascendant shows an individual's first, natural reaction to new people and situations.

Poem from The Prefiguration

we'll probably
go sit in the park
or maybe
on the bench
in front of
the bus stop
by the hospital
at least until
the sun goes