Although Patchen has given previous evidence of an interest in jazz, the musical group that he works with, the Chamber Jazz Sextet, is often ignored by jazz critics.

Patchen's musicians are outsiders in established jazz circles, and Patchen himself has remained outside the San Francisco poetry group, maintaining a self-imposed isolation, even though his conversion to poetry-and-jazz is not as extreme or as sudden as it may first appear.

Patchen believes that the world is being destroyed by power-hungry and money-hungry people.

Beauty as well as love is redemptive, and Patchen preaches a kind of moral salvation.

In addition to his experiments in reading poetry to jazz, Patchen is beginning to use the figure of the modern jazz musician as a myth hero in the same way he used the figure of the private detective a decade ago.

This angry and exasperated stance which Patchen has maintained in his poetry for almost fifteen years has been successfully modulated into a kind of woe that is as effective as anger and still expresses his disapproval of the modern world.

Patchen is repeatedly preoccupied with death.

" When Patchen recorded his jazz-poetry readings, one of the resulting albums drew praise from the poet John Ciardi who wrote that " Patchen's poetry is in many ways a natural for jazz accompaniment.

He is also notable as a supporter of Kenneth Patchen, whose Outlaw of the Lowest Planet he published in 1946, with an introduction by David Gascoyne and a preface by Alex Comfort.

In 1975, Houghton wrote for her husband, actor / writer Ken Jenkins, a children's story, " The Wizard's Daughter ," which is collected in the book, Two Beastly Tales, illustrated by Joan Patchen, her husband's first wife.

In 1926, while Patchen was still a teenager, his younger sister Kathleen was struck and killed by an automobile.

Patchen first began to develop his interest in literature and poetry while he was in high school, and the New York Times published his first poem while he was still in college.

* " Kenneth Patchen centennial: poetry that still resonates " by J. H. Miller, 12. 12. 11, at sfbg. com-An appreciation of Patchen's work with audio clips of him reading his work.

But the best known exploiters of the new medium are Kenneth Rexroth and Kenneth Patchen.

Rexroth and Patchen are far apart musically and poetically in their experiments.

( Downbeat did not mention the Los Angeles appearance of Patchen and the Sextet, although the engagement lasted over two months.

From the beginning of his career, Patchen has adopted an anti-intellectual approach to poetry.

Patchen envisions a Dark Kingdom which `` stands above the waters as a sentinel warning man of danger from his own kind ''.

These early experiments were evidently not altogether satisfying to Patchen.

so during the period approximately from 1941 to 1946, Patchen often used private detective stories as a myth reference, and the `` private eye '' as a myth hero.

most important to Patchen, he was a non-literary hero, and very contemporary.

In The Memoirs Of A Shy Pornographer ( 1945 ) Patchen exploited this national sentiment by making his hero, Albert Budd, a private detective.

Obviously, the `` private eye '' can have no more appeal for Patchen.

To fill the job of contemporary hero in 1955, Patchen needed someone else.

Patchen does read some of his earlier works to music, but he has written an entire book of short poems which seem to be especially suited for reading with jazz.

In order to write with authority either about musicians, or as a musician, Patchen would have to soft pedal his characteristically outspoken anger, and change ( at least for the purposes of this poetry ) from a revolutionary to a victim.

Henry Miller characterized Patchen as a `` man of anger and light ''.

I was reminded, amusedly, by a poem of Kenneth Patchen's called The Murder of Two Men by a Young Kid Wearing Lemon Colored Gloves, which Patchen himself read on a record against jazz background.

-- and said it sharply, not as in the Patchen bit, but as an order -- so I stopped my hand and looked at him.

* 1911 – Kenneth Patchen, American poet and painter ( d. 1972 )

Let me pass over the trip to Sante Fe with something of the same speed which made Mrs. Roebuck `` wonduh if the wahtahm speed limit '' ( 35 m.p.h. ) `` is still in ee-faket ''.

Even though in most cases the completion of the definitive editions of their writings is still years off, enough documentation has already been assembled to warrant drawing a new composite profile of the leadership which performed the heroic dual feats of winning American independence and founding a new nation.

Truman Capote is still reveling in Southern Gothicism, exaggerating the old Southern legends into something beautiful and grotesque, but as unreal as -- or even more unreal than -- yesterday.

He is still concerned, however, with a personal event.

nearby, another sits motionless, while still another is twirling an umbrella.

We are desperately in the need of such invention, for man is still very much at the mercy of man.

There is still the remote possibility of planetoid collision.

Even in domains where detailed and predictive understanding is still lacking, but where some explanations are possible, as with lightning and weather and earthquakes, the appropriate kind of human action has been more adequately indicated.

Each is still glorified as a national hero.

This favorable image of America in the minds of Russian men and women is still there despite years of energetic anti-American propaganda ''

Incest is still a durable theme, but if it wants to get written about it will have to find ways to surprise the emotions, and there is no better way to do this than that of concealment and symbolic representation.

If many of the characters in contemporary novels appear to be the bloodless relations of characters in a case history it is because the novelist is often forgetful today that those things that we call character manifest themselves in surface behavior, that the ego is still the executive agency of personality, and that all we know of personality must be discerned through the ego.

Even if people do, in a not far distant future, begin to read one another's minds, there will still be the question of whether what you find in another man's mind is especially worth reading -- worth more, that is, than what you can read in good books.

There is another side of love, more nearly symbolized by the croak of the mating capercailzie, or better still perhaps by the mute antics of the slug.

But still, the proposition is worth examination.

The other is that the charge for cabanas and parasols, though modest from an American point of view, still is a little high for many Athenians.

In spite of the armistice negotiated by Amadee two years earlier, the war between Bishop Guillaume of Lausanne and Louis of Savoy was still going on, and although little is known about it, that little proves that it was yet another phase of the struggle against French expansion and was closely interwoven with the larger conflict.

Behind him lay the Low Countries, where men were still completing the cathedrals that a later Florentine would describe as `` a malediction of little tabernacles, one on top of the other, with so many pyramids and spires and leaves that it is a wonder they stand up at all, for they look as though they were made of paper instead of stone or marble '' ; ;

On the other hand, the consensus of opinion is that, used with caution and in conjunction with other types of evidence, the native sources still provide a valid rough outline for the English settlement of southern Britain.

The image of man which enters into force with Aeschylus is still vital in Phedre and Athalie.