Wow.
*Here is where I am supposed to say
"It is the same but I am not, therefore
it is not the same at all."*
And that's the nature of this poetry business, muchly. What a fine line. and
a fine poem too, Ken.
Caleb
On Mon, May 4, 2009 at 11:47 AM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> Childe Kenneth To The Dark Tower Came Back
> (Lyndhurst, N.J., 5/2/09)
>
> Mazur's Bakery is where I left it, and
> the Polish grocery on Ridge Road still
> sells things with names I can't pronounce.
> Across the same Ridge Road where
> Dr. Williams lived forever, there's the church
> where They poured water and chrism on me
> so I could change horses *nel mezzo del cammin*
> and still journey unimpeded through the mud.
>
> Here is where I am supposed to say
> "It is the same but I am not, therefore
> it is not the same at all." But
> it doesn't look that much different; even with
> a new shopping mall it feels mostly the same
> as when I left it nine years ago. It's said
> that Lot's wife looked back at her old homestead
> and underwent her singular transformation
> into a common condiment. But this version
> of the Disobedient Sinner doesn't even glance
> at the restaurant with the hidden apartment
> where he succumbed at last to the weight of earth
> and began, slowly, slowly, to transform to a human being
> often without salt or savor.
>
> So where I used to live perhaps doesn't matter,
> or I suppose not. It looks the same,
> it doesn't, things are gone, things remain,
> things are new: it is at last a zero-sum
> pile of crafted rubble, a memory
> about which I can write bad poems
> when I should be writing good ones about
> the things I truly remember.
>
> KTW/5-3-2009
>
>
> What a re-entry...I think I burned up hitting the atmosphere.
>
> --
> Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/
> http://www.petsit.com/content317832.html
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> "All writers are hunters, and parents are the most available
> prey."--Francine du Plessix Gray
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