The Marathon journey continues. Search under the category Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018 for earlier entries.
On Tuesday, July 17, I stopped in at Landman Library, Arcadia University for poetry editing.
After chatting with the students manning the desk – we have become library acquaintances over this summer – I went upstairs to my usual spot in the reading room. I like the high-ceilinged airiness of the room, especially on a very hot and humid day as we are having today.
I am enjoying the feeling of slowing down a little after a very busy couple of months. I worked on last week’s poems as well as a Minuscule story and made some more progress toward putting the next print poetry book together.
Today there was a new sign on the front door –
They are doing work on all the water systems throughout the campus. Today is the library’s turn. The idea reminded me of something I really like learning about – the everyday life of famous historical figures or grandiose buildings – because I seem to grasp the need of an individual washing machine for occasional repairs or its requirement for special soap more easily than I do the abstract concept of the place of the washing machine in the development of the world. Do you see what I mean? I’m just nosy about what’s going on and my gaze stops just past that nose, maybe.
One last thing. On my way home I walk past the original gate to the estate the college is built on. This building here is the gatehouse. Wow! I wouldn’t mind living here at all.
Anyway. On Thursday, July 19, I arrived at Montco’s Brendlinger Library on a perfect day – sunny, breezy, and low humidity. There are some classes in session but I arrived very early today – look at the empty parking lot.
I set up on the main floor:
but not until after I had checked on the small tile set out upstairs. Fantastic news! It is gone. Remember, it was set on the window ledge outside this study room.
Now I’ll try to remember – Montco is cleared for more art drop-offs. I’ll put some items in my bag for next week.
OK. Today I hoped to be writing new poems, mostly from a set of inspiration-joggers I have collected or made, such as cut-out print phrases, my own notes, or – I have a paint brochure with me, too. Little Vines, of course, and maybe I’ll have time to index poem titles in my upcoming print book.
Here are some results.
I wrote this because I encountered the situation as I came into the building. It’s all true.
You woke up this morning
this day sunny summer clear
a breeze in the tree leaves
where of course you know them all
the sky it’s all your sky
so blue just a few wisps of clouds
float with you and
all of this you see in the ground-to-infinity
cube of glass windows across the front
of that building. Before it happens you have no time
to imagine never would you ever think
the air will become solid
break your neck
witness your fall to the hard concrete of the sidewalk
where I will find you
with your neck broken
who woke up singing
Here is another of those poems where I refer to a card I’ve pasted appealing lines or phrases cut from old books. The first words of each line are the words from the cards. I allow myself to add a short tail-end of a conclusion at the end of the poem to wrap things up.
some vacation time, I heard the boss say, take some, but I
didn’t care for the idea of course every so often I think about it and once I even
thought twice about a cruise/management seminar/computer boot camp I thought I’d
have a lot of fun doing something like that. But no, I’d rather spend
a couple million hours at work I love being at my desk I never want to be more than
a few inches from it I don’t even take a lunch break never want to go out and
take a look around what and miss a phone call the very idea
seemed slack to me and I shuddered. The boss was saying
a certain kind of mental separation from my paperwork it would benefit me surely I had
more important things to remember in the big scheme than my next client call and
in front of her I was polite but inside I thought what big scheme and that maybe she was
not happy herself and should try spending more time at work. I commenced
to explain how it could all improve for her but she said Vacation or Fired and looked
out of the window when I heard cheering and saw my cubicle-mates holding up a sign Ed Must Go
two cakes wait
in the break room –
which one will be served:
Good Luck in Your New Job
I am a very good doctor
I’ll stick you with a whopper of a bill
you’ll brag about it to your friends
one morning you just started crying.
I keep telling you
it’s just a list
we might be worms
our existence complicated and mathmatically abstruse in nature
but our whole family is close very close
we all hope he’ll pull through
The Dear John letter was a shock
even though it wasn’t from anyone he knew
the putting back together of a broken romance:
a rush job
on track three and coming into the station right now
we’re just ordinary people working the day shift
a set of slightly chipped teacups, that’s all
our names are written in pencil, not ink
the rain falling
into the milky-turquoise ocean
one-hundred-percent in the dark
the radar pinpointed the cold airless dream
but you were the one who asked for the divorce
the dark lucky day
you found me in the fog
before the sirens in the street caught up to me
where it is all exchange and deflect
where it boxes in and where offense is taken
where it is never seen never suspected
where you are
you sure made a mess
fourteen different ways
broken into three pieces of equal size
Back when I was in another life
I did the one thing but not the other
And now it’s time for the other.
it’s time to say
just let this one go
throw him out like an empty bottle
the silent woman
seized the rusty key and turned it
carried away the yellow ladder
wearing a pair of flip-flops
flapped through the flowerbed
if you are efficient and unsentimental
resourceful in the kitchen and ready to pare down your social circle
a few delicate minutes is usually all that is necessary
dozens of bank accounts
easy come easy go
I overheard your conversation
the sibilences caught my ear
things sound so different now that I’m in the afterlife
Thank you for reading! See you next time.