the ocean, where i unravel
I did not call to the Holy Spirit or whistle My lordy, lordy,
Nor hum one scintilla of shame. What hid in the grass
Was neither skiver nor savior, neither cheater nor ace.
Besides, the doves peering over the gutters have all gone awry.
If I’m only a man, born far from a boomer’s shack—
Hoarding sawbucks, cherry-picking the hicks like prey,
And the wusses, and the Horacian declaimers, and the lucky
Grubbers who master heartache and lurk like crooks
Among the rich and the rebadged—then I’m a rival devil,
Carrying my brag like a brakeman. And the one certainty,
That life is to be lost—and no matter the opinion, someone’s
Always a fool—has me rubbed inside like a lonely breed
With the swill edgy and chic and rough. Who asks:
Who needs a cotton-eyed hymn to say what the old shanty
By the track has meant to the human story? Or:
What’s Heaven for? The reach and grasp, the pecked-at days,
The horsey blues that lilac after hours,
The rocks I’ve carried in my coat pocket—
None of it has me shuddering on my knees.
Nevertheless, I marvel at the pigs and the ducks, at dogs and kings,
And revive this peck of flame, this tongue of lack, too easily.
So by some mad stroke of luck, my dad just so happens to know this guy who is one of the honchos of Northwestern poetry. Poem of his posted above.
p.s. one of the awesomest things about living with Jamie (burlesque dancer and costume designer and designer designer) is that we have this running fashion week commentary. usually im my own little island of excitement during the fashion weeks (in Colorado) but now, I HAVE SOMEBODY TO GUSH AND PRATTLE AND WAX POETIC with. awessssooome.
soon, i’ll be posting an entire spread of my favorite looks, including one that i totally predicted on this here blog not long ago. you’ll see what im talking about soon.