Biography of Doren Robbins
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Robbins comments on his poem 'Against Angels'from My Piece Of The Puzzle: http: //www.ewu.edu/ewupress/pwarchives/pwdorenrobbins.htm
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Doren Robbins’s latest collection is as open and immediate as letters from a friend, albeit a friend who feels deeply the accumulated weight of experience. Suffused with an almost defiant tenderness, the poems speak of love and dispossession and loss, and of the power of memory to resuscitate fragments of our lives. They are at once a howl of finely tuned outrage at the world’s unyielding brutality, which we can at times withstand only by becoming brutal ourselves, and a celebration of the human need to find something that endures—to conjure meaning from impermanence.
In addition to several chapbooks, Doren Robbins has published five previous full-length collections of poetry, including Parking Lot Mood Swing: Autobiographical Monologues and Prose Poetry (Cedar Hills Books,2004) and Driving Face Down (Eastern Washington University Press,2001) , which won the Blue Lynx Prize for Poetry. His poems, prose poems, and short fiction have appeared in a vast array of literary magazines and anthologies, among them the American Poetry Review, Kayak, Sulphur, and For Rexroth, and have earned him numerous prizes and awards, including a poetry fellowship from Oregon Literary Arts and an editing fellowship from The California Arts Council.
After working over twenty years as a broiler chef and a carpenter, he became a teacher of composition, literature, and creative writing.
His interests extend to art, and he has produced poster-poems to benefit the Salvadoran Medical Relief Fund, The Romero Relief Fund, and poetsagainstthewar.org. He was also the cofounder, coeditor, and consulting editor of the literary journal Third Rail (1975-1982) . He holds an MFA from the University of Iowa and currently teaches courses in composition, literature, and creative writing at Foothill College, in Los Altos, California, where he was director of the Foothill College Writers’ Conference 2003,2006-2008.
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Praise for My Piece of the Puzzle
“These are remarkable, fiery poems. Poems that would urge any poet on, language that tears open reality. I think this is Doren Robbins’s finest book, and I’ve admired his work for a good while. The imagination, its energy and precision, is immense. There’s a delicate observation of even the rawest materials, a tenderness for humanity in all its cruelty, stupidity, and often invisible dignity and grace, that feels to me like his peculiar, original contribution to—well, to the puzzle of what we have become: people, Americans, men and women today, above all those who are “absent, ” unregistered, undocumented in both senses.”
“Doren Robbins grows evermore himself, evermore an original and reliable critic, prophet, singer. His poems are ever richer, combining now unfaltering powerful and tender memory with wisdom. Real wisdom. And he’s writing the best political poems I know.”
“Doren Robbins's poems are both poignantly personal and boldly political. They are passionate and lyrical, as you expect of the best in poetry. He is a keen observer of family life as well as the larger world outside, and a pleasure to read.”
“Robbins’s work sounds very little like most of what is being published in America by poets his age.... He comes out of another tradition, one we forget in these indifferent times at our own peril, the tradition of Villon, of Corbière, Céline, Henry Miller, Tom McGrath, and most recently Gerald Stern, the great outsiders who bless our daily lives with their boundless love and rage.”
COMMENTS ON Parking Lot Mood Swing: Autobiographical Monologues and Prose Poetry:
Doren's essay-poem-monologues― are a riff on contemporary culture, not so much a scream but a sigh, the deepest sigh known. He knows so much it's shocking. But that's not it. What it is― is that he's on the razor's edge, a fully unified sensibility, a vision, a dream― everything short of a program. Further, to read his prose is only to know his poetry better, and to love him, this wild radical poet on the west coast.
As a poet Doren Robbins gives up the struggle with lineation and the result is Parking Lot Mood Swing, a hilarious, satirical, visionary, beautiful-beyond-all-adjectives breakthrough in prose poetry. Parking Lot Mood Swing is a passionate political protest linguistic (“the mind is a kind of tongue”) comic surreal ranting outrage― these are powerful wacked-out prose poems of our pitiful wacked-out world. Perspective and screaming priorities like needed balm: “My muse is Eros, always Eros, with just a little Zen on the side, a little garni of Tao, a little fermented Tantra,13.2 aperitifs of Chasidism― in the language of their trance only.” Joy, a wise person said, not human happiness, is the goal of the Universe: “My messiah would have something to do with beauty and, also, with idiocy for even thinking about it.” I laughed out loud to the empty room all night reading these poems, and the blues lifted from me. Give this book to all our dismayed and depressed companeros! (“For those who prefer something closer to the canon of subtlety, let them see Robbins' ancient third collection, Seduction of the Groom …”) . Robbins is one of our great poets; he has been for a long time, but read this! And weep for joy.
Art supposedly gives us aesthetic distance. Robbins' poems give us no such obvious safety net. Rather, they are the meticulous ravings of a poet who, in meditating on a murderous century, offers his readers more consolation than poetry might be thought capable of offering. This is not to say his poems redeem anybody's suffering. Unlike many poets who write the occasional political poem, Doren Robbins knows all too well the limitations of art. On the other hand, the voice in his poems, with its impeccable contralto of hope and revulsion, reminds us not to accept any limits other than our own courage. His poetry is one of fierce comradeship with other fearless voices: Tom McGrath, Muriel Rukeyser, Kenneth Patchen, Edwin Rolfe, Don Gordon, and especially the Jewish immigrant poet, William Pillin. All of these poets worked on the West Coast for significant portions of their lives as poetic agitators, the Wobblies of defiant imagination. Robbins' poems insist that particular tradition is still alive and vibrant, and capable of inspiring us to expect nothing less from our poets than an unpredictable loyalty to the subversive freedom of our imaginations.
Bill Mohr, Beyond Baroque Journal
On Driving Face Down, winner of The Blue Lynx Prize,2000:
What of the tired, the lost, the cast aside? We behold them all, revealed in their human complexity with tenderness, wit and rage in Driving Face Down, a book that's been a long time coming. Robbins' vision is necessary and vital, from his Chagallesque portraits of characters like Mrs. Penser of 5th Street Market with her deformed 'death camp fingers, ' Abrams, the immigrant-tile-setter-turned-deli-man-in-America, the eighty-four year old Anna with her 'kelp beds of fake jewelry, ' to his vast, unflinching vision of L.A. in 'My Pico Boulevard.' I admire the gritty, original, uncompromising voice that drives these rich, furious poems.
Dorianne Laux, final judge for Driving Face Down, winner of The Blue Lynx Prize,2000 (Eastern Washington UP, 2001) .
Doren Robbins combines politics and ecstasy, mourning and dancing. He is a superb poet, centered, strong, gentle, musical. He puts the drivellers to shame. He is a truth-teller.
These are remarkable poems. It is a poetry that is needed, and it is a poetry that is rare in this place and time.
On Dignity in Naples and North Hollywood, Pennywhistle Press,1996:
'...Robbins loves the people and places the world has allowed to dropp out of history or, for that matter, never let in. He's taken the chore of a new Adam and set about the naming of all the earlier one never got around to, for the earlier one never got as far as North Hollywood or Pico Boulevard. Naming the unnamed is Robbins' first priority, noting the unnoted, filling in all the details of those lives that have waited for ages, perhaps since Villon, at the frontiers of poetry for an invitation to come in...Robbins' work sounds very little like most of what is being published in America by poets his age and for the simple reason that he's consumed by what has driven him to fury. I would guess that he's read Wallace Stevens and Marrianne Moore, but he doesn't seem to have the least interest in replicating either or in creating a surface so ornate and seductive that the reader doesn't bother to ask what, if anything, is beneath it. He comes out of another tradition, one we forget in these indifferent times at our own peril, the tradition of the aforementioned Villon, of Corbiere, Celine, Henry Miller, Tom McGrath, and most recently Gerald Stern, the great outsiders who bless our daily lives with their boundless love and rage.'
Philip Levine, from his introduction
On Sympathetic Manifesto, Perivale Press,1987
Sympathetic Manifesto is a strong and far ranging book. A politically committed poet, Doren Robbins responds with anger and tragic empathy to the struggles in Central America and elsewhere. The book also includes examples of remarkable love poetry and evocative elegies, in fact, anger and love unify his work as expressed in his poems for Marilyn Monroe, Soutine, Pavese, and others.
This is a poetry of passionate commitment to people, social issues, love. Whether he is being fierce or tender, a person with a definite presence who speaks his own truths and is sure of those truths, emerges from the poems. It's great to read such work after seeing so many puny-voiced poems in our contemporary world.
Doren Robbins's Works:
My Piece of the Puzzle. Eastern Washington University Press,2008.
Parking Lot Mood Swing: Autobiographical Monolgues And prose Poetry. San Diego: Cedar Hill Books, 2004.
Driving Face Down. Lynx House Press, E. Washington University Press,2001.
The Donkey's Tale. Los Angeles: Red Wind Books, 1999.
Double Muse. Oregon and Los Angeles: Rabble-A Press, 1998.
Dignity in Naples and North Hollywood. New Mexico: Pennywhistle Press,1996.
Two Poems. Oregon: Rabble-A Press, 1996.
Under the Black Moth's Wings. Los Angeles: Ameroot, 1988.
Sympathetic Manifesto. Los Angeles: Perivale Publishers, 1987.
Seduction of the Groom. San Diego: Loom Press, 1982.
The Roots and the Towers. Los Angeles: Third Rail Press,1980.
Doren Robbins Poems
For Pablo Neruda (Elegy)
Lean men, broad shouldered men, I see them in the newspaper with their perfectly styled hair
Emily Dickinson's Lightning
You're at peace again. You smell her musk and sweat on your skin again.
The Weaving (Love Poem)
July was always the month for me. I cling to July as if there are no doubts about July. I feel human enough and animal enough in July. I identify with those harvests flying
White Starlings (Love Poem)
You're the one who saw us as two white starlings in that weaving with two white birds in it we brought back from Crete and hung behind our bed. In your myth of white starlings
You Float Down My Eyes (Love Poem)
You walk up from the river you float down my eyes― do what you like, white strap-lines
Not A Zen Man
Roamed around drunken on Crete maybe too long. In my chaos I met an obsessed man from Belgium who studied Zen a man about fifty
Psychodraft (Anti-Draftboard Madness Poe...
I’m watching the Anthony Perkins of Psycho. My 1968 draft board. I like the tide when it stays out, the sea has taken enough, I said. Please explain, he said.
The Gods Of Hate Were Always Human (Anti...
But it’s the gods of hate I’d like to figure out. The battery cable on the rectum—on the nipple— the cock head, the eye lid, the usual. They could give it a little—but they give it a lot. I’d like to say,
Dreaming Of A Daughter
I wove a blanket out of the sand for you, and a little hat
Seduction Of The Groom (Love Poem)
Now I remember how you resisted me and the solitary way I lived back then, when we started up. I was still too reckless, I was like
You Have Brought So Much To This Marriag...
Never just some walk to the pools or to where the petals burst. You know how I wrote to you once: protect the body within the body of little blood-contained blossoms
The Rav Of Berditchev (Love Poem)
I've been reading that prayer of Levi Yitzhak― really his wife's prayer, but he wrote it down. And how
Alone Together (Love Poem)
I need to know the name of that bird and find out who is making such music I never heard before. I'd have a start if I could see a wing or a tail or something. But it stays hidden away
Somebody asked me but I'm not going to argue about
Somebody asked me
but I'm not going
to argue about
the topic of the soul,
deduce or repeat
for its evidence.