the title seems unsuitably important for the poem, which is real life
flipped towards the casually poetic.
KS
On 17/01/07, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> Who said there is no such thing as a coincidence? 'T'were not moi, but
> I believe it.
>
>
> AN ELEGY: AMOR Y PESETAS, Y TIEMPO PARA GUSTARLAS
>
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>
> Seven years ago I came to this place where
> the Atlantic, on unquiet mornings, autistic and
> enraged, hammers madly against the beach.
> "The ocean gods," we say, "are angry."
>
> In hurricane season basements flood,
> hot water is lost, first anger then a shrug,
> we all sound like Hyman Roth in Godfather 2:
> "This is the life we've chosen."
>
> It was--remains now--the edge of the world.
> The next stop going East is Ireland or the Canaries.
> There is south, north, west. Not here.
> You must get there from here.
>
> 2
>
> Shall I miss this when I go? even the wind
> across the Shore peninsula on winter days
> could disembowel you, this crosswind between
> the ocean and the estuary 300 feet away.
>
> It reminds me of high school, reading Siegfried Sassoon's
> "Does It Matter?"--walking the dog in the no man's land of nightwind
> then coming in to gobble not muffins and eggs
> but to wrap hands around a hot tea mug.
>
> Now there is no shelter.
> Feeling, whatever remains, subsumes in money,
> for the gods of taxes and utilities are angry too
> and there is no room in the house or heart
>
> for the careless or unlucky.
> "Care-less" is done. Everything is care,
> love alchemizes to commodity,
> and we've done nothing for each other lately
>
> save pave the way for the short and polite farewell
> while I pack the car, don't help me please,
> I'll be back from the music and the cat.
>
> KTW/1-17-07
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> Ken Wolman andreachenier.net rainermaria.typepad.com
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> DO NOT ADJUST YOUR MIND: IT IS REALITY THAT IS MALFUNCTIONING
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