share on facebook share on email share print Add to Favorite Poetry -macimus to gloucester letter 27 [withheld]- -CHARLES OLSON- I come back to the geography of it, the land falling off to the left where my father shot his scabby golf and the rest of us played baseball into the summer darkness until no flies could be seen and we came home to our various piazzas where the women then buzzed To the left the land fell to the city, to the right, it fell to the sea I was so young my first memory is of a tent spread to feed lobsters to rexall conventioneers, and my father, a man for kicks, came out of the tent roaring with a bread-knife in his teeth to take care of the druggist they’d told him had made a pass at my mother, she laughing, so sure, as round as her face, hines pink and apple, under one of those frame hats women then wore this, is no bare incoming of novel abstract form, this is no welter or the forms of those events, this, greeks, is the stopping of the battle It is the imposing of all those antecedent predecessions, the precessions of me, the generation of those facts which are my words, it is coming from all that I no longer am, yet am, the slow westward motion of more than I am there is no strict personal order for my inheritance. no greek will be able to discriminate my body. an American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature. I have this sense, that I am one with my skin plus this—plus this: that forever the geography which leans in on me I compell backwards I compel gloucester to yield, to change polis is this. Copyright © back to top POET 1910 SCHOOL; PERIOD Black Mountain SUBJECTS Living, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Social Commentaries More about this poem Report a problem with this poem
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 20:32:58 +0000
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