BRIDPORT BECKONS BEYOND -
I GO - NOT TO BROWSE
THE BARROW-BOYS' WARES
NOR DRINK A BEER
ON MARKET-DAY
NOR WITH BAITED-BREATH
FOR BOOK-BIZ
OR BARTER OR BANTER
IN THIS SMALL TOWN
WHERE BOOZE IS ON THE BREATH
RATHER THAN POETRY.
POETRY IS NOWHERE-BEING-BORN
BUT BUSY DYING -
A FOOTNOTE IN SOME
BACK-O'-BEYOND
OF A FOREIGN FIELD -
BEYOND AND BEYOND
IN AN UNTENDED CORNER.
BUKOWSKI SOME CURRENCY MAYBE -
BUT BASIL BUNTING OR BELTRAMETTI?...
DOES BLOODAXE BRING HOME THE BACON
IN THE TOWN OF ROPEMAKERS' BOOKSHOPS?
BEST TO JUST BREEZE-IN
AND BOW-OUT
WITH A BUDDHA-SMILE
AND RETURN TO THE BEAT
IN MY OWN BACK-YARD.
1o.35 - 14.20 hrs -23/march/2012
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"I go -- not to browse..." echoes "we come not to praise Caesar but to bury him" in tone as well as subject! Nothing to do with yr intention of course; simply reader's privilege. Also thought of Mike Horowitz and a generation out of Ginsberg including dear old George Dowden (whatever happened to him?)! Very amusing all those "b"s. By the way i think Beltrametti was a boyoh, re- booze on the breath. In our era, at least from Whitman & Baudelaire (that great connection suggested to me by friend Ellen Koshland a little while back), the poets dont eschew the common-or-garden world. Dont really think you do either?!
ReplyDeleteAnd here's anoter B for you : Bobby Byrd : looked at 'The Bright Sky' today and thought of your sound : eg, from To Those Who Listen (1975), "I have scattered seeds / in heavy moist soil, / & waited with my work / to know that one answer / is not tool enough / to reap the fortunes / I search for. I speak / to those who listen, / not with the one ear / of the baggage they bring, / nor watch with one eye / for the expected dream; / no, but to those irreverent ones / for whom one world is not enough...." etc. Ok, Buddha, beat it!