| Under the Precious Umbrella by Roberto Valenza
nine muses books,
3541 Kent Creek Road, Winston,
Oregon 97496,
2001,paper, 200 pp. ISBN 1-878888-39-0
Reviewed by dan raphael
When I went to Katmandu
in mid-October, I was struck by the bright
heatand smell of cow dung; ten years later, on a
bright autumn day in urban Portland, I still smell
the cow dung and dust. Roberto Valenza lived
in Katmandu for years, immersed in the city and
its cultures, particularly as a student of
Buddhism.
Nepal was until recently
the only officially Hindu nation in the
world; yet, perched between India and Tibet, it
mixes the two religions as seamlessly as it blends
immigrants from those nations with people and
attitudes that are uniquely Nepalese. Roberto is
uniquely American, his voice New York,his
attitude rock and roll hippie, in Nepal to escape
and to discover.
Ramche, small hill
town, restaurant full
of healthy bodies
with the eyes of the dead staring out
only desire in
starched collar and bare feet,
they have seen
Playboy
they have been
cursed by moslem-hinduism combo
and I'm stoned again
on a death-trip,
a self-styled Staten
Island Buddhist
("Coming Down
to Civilization . . .," pg. 81)
Under the Precious
Umbrella embodies this mix of cultures and
intentions. Many of the poems concern Roberto's
experiences—external and internal—at the
Swayambunath monastery. At times he speaks like a
teacher, giving us glimpses of the Buddhist world
view, particularly as it relates to
self-development.
Not in the forms not
in the thoughts
not picturing the
pictures of any devil to fly from
just knowing my
limits
into forgetting the
goal
I wave goodbye to
you for a while
("Retreat 33,
(On Kim Dole Hill)," pg. 112)
In other poems he is
experiencing the highs and lows of
psychological exploration, ranging between samsara
and nirvana. Always around him are the sights,
sounds and smells of Katmandu (when the hashish
was legal and cheap, the food and rents cheaper)
and other parts of Nepal, as well as his own
visions and speculations,
Each season in Nepal
is a quick move
the weather fast
changing for us living around
the electric
dynamo castle
Buddha's
guided missile
with a
monkey crew
a celestial
harmonium spreads
sound from
Newari songs shouted. . .
("Swayambhu,"
pg. 132)
Perhaps this 200 page
book is best viewed as a city in itself,
something no two visitors will see the same way,
each finding some places you want to visit often,
and places you pass through hardly noticing. I
most admire Roberto's bravery in his nakedness in
this book, the beauty of his involvement with
dharma, the slash of his critical eye (aimed both
at the world at large and himself in particular),
and his bacchanalian joy of the sex, sweat
and drugs 70s Katmandu was awash in. Living the
life and singing the songs.
No city's homogenous,
nor is this book. It's a memoir, it's a diary
of religious experiences, a concert of
beat-influenced social and self-commentary. My
personal favorites are where the language is
energized and roaring, like here in "The
Young Tantras":
I carry you to bed
in my shallow dreams.
I carry it to bed in
my shallow dreams and rise with
a mantra on my dry
lips
to cut the bliss
baby umbilical cord
when it is not yet
quite awake. (pg. 92)
I wouldn't have minded a
little guidance before entering this place,some
evidence of planning: in other words, tighter
editing. A few pieces are like what anyone might
dash in a journal while living in an exotic
location or going through personal changes. All
cities have their own organization principles, at
least in the history of their growth: I'm not
sure if this book has one. Its more holistic form
of organization puts extra stress on the need for
leaving out softer poems that cover similar
ground as stronger pieces. A glossary might also
have been a good idea.
Still, Under the
Precious Umbrella is a place that burbles with
harmonies universal and deeply personal—places
you've never been that become home,occasionally
overflowing with brilliant experience. Make your
own trails, jumping around the poem-scape, making
sure to take in all the wonderful artwork and
photography (much of it by Roberto himself).
Later, wander back to poems and spend a little
time in their neighborhoods. This
collection displays some of Roberto's personal
evolution, and give readers a variety of paths to
pursue for their own growth.
dan raphael lives
in Portland, Oregon and has at least
thirteenbooks of his poetry under his belt. He
performs throughout the Pacific Northwest. He is
the proprietor of 26 Books (he
published the workof 26 poets plus the fine
anthology Playing With A Full Deck).For
seventeen years, until 1993, he published NRG
Magazine.

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