Teaching the Ape to Write Poems
They didn't have much trouble
teaching the ape to write poems:
first they strapped him into the chair,
then tied the pencil around his hand
(the paper had already been nailed down).
Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder
and whispered into his ear:
"You look like a god sitting there.
Why don't you try writing something?"
—James Tate (1943-2015)
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6.18.2013
no echo
When a good poet and good person has died, it feels as though a great hole in the earth has opened and it will give back no echo.
[R.I.P. Kurt Brown]
[R.I.P. Kurt Brown]
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11.13.2012
jack gilbert
They Will Put My Body Into the Ground
They will put my body into the ground.
Chemistry will have its way for a time,
and then large beetles will come.
After that, the small beetles. Then
the disassembling. After that, the Puccini
will dwindle the way light goes
from the sea. Even Pittsburgh will
vanish, leaving a greed tough as winter.
—Jack Gilbert, Monolithos: Poems 1962 and 1982
[My friend Jack Gilbert (1925-2012) passed away this morning in Berkeley CA.]
They will put my body into the ground.
Chemistry will have its way for a time,
and then large beetles will come.
After that, the small beetles. Then
the disassembling. After that, the Puccini
will dwindle the way light goes
from the sea. Even Pittsburgh will
vanish, leaving a greed tough as winter.
—Jack Gilbert, Monolithos: Poems 1962 and 1982
[My friend Jack Gilbert (1925-2012) passed away this morning in Berkeley CA.]
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ubi sunt
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