Wow, that was an other way to look at it. Perhaps, Mill, look at Pinteresque
habits of dialogue? Those meaningful silences and elliptical threats ...
You've brought a whole new dislocation to my project!
Onward and upward!
Andrew
2009/1/14 Millicent Accardi <[log in to unmask]>
> Hi Andrew,
>
> I'm a really bad "describer" and I apologize up front for having to show
> what I mean. Please forgive me.
>
> But, I'd consider "mucking up" the natural order of your poem, in the
> disjointed way that people sometimes talk. In the spirit of Creeley's poem:
>
>
> I Know A Man
>
> As I sd to my
> friend, because I am
> always talking,- John, I
>
> sd, which was not his
> name, the darkness sur-
> rounds us, what
>
> can we do against
> it, or else, shall we &
> why not, buy a goddamn big car,
>
> drive, he sd, for
> christ's sake, look
> out where yr going.
>
>
> Maybe consider what is NOT said as more important than what IS said?
>
>
> Coffee at Gloria Jean's
>
>
>
> The knotted varicose veins,
>
> And the customers sitting down
>
> to relieve aching
>
> Backs. Father Fahey, Frank said,
>
>
>
> Keith the Butcher is better
>
> Suited. Dead's dead. And that's it.
>
>
>
> Mock colonial windows framed
>
> Smiling my fingers through
>
> Burnt tar, and a chocolate
>
> Muffin.
>
>
>
> None of that God stuff, as they send
>
> Me off, the hoops of supermarket
>
> Shopping carts crashing against the
>
> Café window made noise.
>
>
>
> To conduct my funeral, then,
>
> He said. See ya mate. I waved a loose
>
> Finger and headed for the car park.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Maybe try to muck it up yourself.
>
> Cheers,
>
> Mill
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: andrew burke <[log in to unmask]>
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Sent: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 2:50 pm
> Subject: Re: draft for comment=0
> A
>
>
>
> Thanks, Fred. You've given me a lot to think about! "Without thematic
> ayoff" is particularly relevant, so thanks.
> Robert, thank you, too, for that encouraging word 'interesting' - If I can
> eep that element as I sharpen up others, it will succeed.
> Discussion is still wide open, I hope ...
> Andrew
> 2009/1/13 Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]>
> > ----- Original Message ----- From: "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Tuesday, January 13, 2009 3:27 AM
> Subject: draft for comment
>
>
>
> I proffer this one up for discussionm - a second draft, so not even set in
> wet cement yet.
>
> *Coffee at Gloria Jean's*
>
>
>
> 'Keith the Butcher is better suited
>
> to conduct my funeral than
>
> Father Fahey,' Frank said in Gloria Jean's,
>
> the shopping centre café, coffee tasting
>
> of burnt tar, chocolate chip muffin
>
> crumbling on his off-white face.
>
> Mock-colonial windows framed smiling
>
> consumers sitting down to relieve aching backs
>
> and knotted varicose veins. 'None
>
> of that God stuff as they send me off,
>
> mate. Dead's dead, that's it.'
>
> I fore went a second cup, threaded
>
> my fingers through
>
> plastic hoops of supermarket
>
> bags, and stood to go. 'See ya, mate,'
>
> I said. 'Not if I see you first,' Frank retorted
>
> in place of wit. I waved
>
> a loose finger and headed for the car park,
>
> mentally ticking off the list as I went. Fingertips
>
> reddened and white welts pulsed as I
>
> propped the shopping against the
> back bumper,
>
> clicked unlock on the key and threw open
>
> the boot, thinking of the metaphors
>
> of everyday, the cryptic lyricism of
>
> an ancient tongue wriggling in the minds
>
> of late capitalist man. 'Hot enough
>
> for you?' said the woman from
>
> next door with Magic Happens on her back window.
>
> 'Sure is,' I smiled, surfacing
>
> from my reverie and dropping the boot.
>
>
> --
>
>
> Wordy. Actions especially are padded and repetitive, without thematic
> payoff. Reader is not interested in looking at the central figure having
> a
> blank pause or merely going from here to there. Has to be tightened and
> sharpened. Here's what I suggest:
>
>
> 'Keith the Butcher is better suited
> to conduct my funeral than
> Father Fahey,' Frank said in
> the shopping centre café, coffee tasting
> of burnt tar, muffin crumbling
> on his off-white face.
> Mock-colonial windows framed
> consumers relieving aching backs
> and knotted veins. 'None of that God stuff
> when they send me off,
> mate. Dead's dead.' I forewent
> a second cup, mentally ticked
> off my list threaded fingers through
> the plastic hoops of bags, and stood to go.
> 'See ya, mate.' 'Not if I see you first,'
> Frank retorted. In the car park,
> fingertips reddened, I propped
> the shopping against the back bumper,
> clicked open the boot, considering
> the metaphors of everyday,
> the cryptic lyrics of an ancient tongue
> wriggling in the minds of
> late capitalist man. 'Hot enough for you?'
> said the w
> oman from next door
> with Magic Happens on her windshield.
>
>
> --
> ndrew
> ttp://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
--
Andrew
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