Monday, September 21, 2009

With Waldrep in Colorado & The Poem of Our Age

I’m hitting the road this week. Picking G.C. Waldrep up at the Kansas City airport, then heading west down I-70 to Denver, and then on to Ft. Collins for these events:


Tuesday September 22th
Denver hosted by Jake Adam York
G.C. Waldrep & John Gallaher

Thursday September 24th
Ft. Collins hosted by CSU
G.C. Waldrep & John Gallaher


As I will be away from the blog awhile, I will leave you with what I consider the emblematic poem of our age:


Notes for Echo Lake 4
Michael Palmer


Who did he talk to

Did she trust what she saw

Who does the talking

Whose words formed awkward curves

Did the lion finally talk

Did the sleeping lion talk

Did you trust a north window

What made the dog bark

What causes a grey dog to bark

What does the juggler tell us

What does the juggler’s redness tell us

Is she standing in an image

Were they lost in the forest

Were they walking through a forest

Has anything been forgotten

Did you find it in the dark

Is that one of them new atomic-powered wristwatches

Was it called a talking song

Is that an oblong poem

Was poetry the object

Was there once a road here ending at a door

Thus from bridge to bridge we came along

Did the machine seem to talk

Did he read from an empty book

Did the book grow empty in the dark, grey felt hat blowing down the street, arms pumping back and forth, legs slightly bowed

Are there fewer ears than songs

Did he trust a broken window

Did he wake beneath a tree in the recent snow

Whose words formed difficult curves

Have the exaggerations quieted down

The light is lovely on trees which are not large

My logic is all in the melting-pot

My life now is very economical

I can say nothing of my feeling about space

Nothing could be clearer that what you see on this wall

Must we give each one a name

Is it true they all have names

Would it not have been simpler

Would it not have been simpler to begin

Were there ever such buildings

I must remember to mention the trees

I must remember to invent some trees

Who told you these things

Who taught you how to speak

Who taught you not to speak

Whose is the voice that empties

4 Comments:

At 9/21/2009 1:33 PM, Blogger Matthew Thorburn said...

Have fun out there!

 
At 9/22/2009 8:42 AM, Blogger Steven D. Schroeder said...

Thanks for posting this. I had discovered it, like it a lot, then forgot the title and couldn't find it again.

All best in your Colorado trip. Say hi to Jake for me!

 
At 9/25/2009 12:48 AM, Blogger daniel bailey said...

my favorite piece of music to come out of sweden lately.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrKN0rFcupE

your csu reading was fantastic, by the way.

 
At 9/26/2009 10:16 AM, Blogger John Gallaher said...

We had a great time. I dropped G.C. off in Des Moines, and got home last night at midnight. I was stopped 40 miles from my house by a patrolman who put me through a Q & A. Had I been drinking? Was I on drugs? Was I tired?

Turns out, I was only tired. And I was sent on my way.

Yeah, SDS, it's one of my favorite poems.

Daniel: Wonderful! Thanks!

And thank you for coming to the reading!

 

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