Friday, September 26, 2014

Poem for the Weekend

Robert Creeley attended Harvard and was, at one time or another, an ambulance driver, chicken farmer, expatriate and publisher. He was said to be influenced by William Carlos Williams and was part of the Black Mountain Poets of the 40s and 50s. They advocated projective verse, an "improvisational, open-form approach to poetic composition, driven by the natural patterns of breath and utterance." Here is one such poem.

I Know a Man

by Robert Creeley 

As I sd to my   
friend, because I am   
always talking,—John, I

sd, which was not his   
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for   
christ’s sake, look   
out where yr going.


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"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka