19 November 2006
Blog toward A Poem about Love
Nicole Pekarske reads Intermissa, Venus at Minas
One of the poems I read at Sunday's very wonderful reading at Minas. This will soon appear in the new anthology from New York's Other Countries collective (thanks Glenroy)
Notes Toward A Poem About Love
The long trip back from the Carolinas –
how he looked, smooth in silhouette dozing
you drove 80 miles an hour from Durham to DC
through a rain-slicked, receding South
deep in a groove, desperate for return for shared, familiar bed
or earlier the night before the downtown Charlotte club –
How, even dressed in 'b-boy hoodlum mode'
he was glorious, shone a beacon in the smoky dark.
New Man in Town, undressed by the eyes of Sunday regulars
confused by this bastard busting their games
the half-seen other he leaves with;
or later, even: Picture the future, next week, tomorrow–
he strides in from work tired
complaining of new madness
then winks changes for his late-night rituals
On the phone, he laughs at a joke and his gaze turns,
ablaze with anticipated retelling.
Think of Lack The absence of that Presence.
A world without memory the otherwise dull moments
Stop Think (for once)
Meditate Slowly begin to write