I wind my way across a black donut hole and space that clunks. Once I saw on a stage, as if at the bottom of a mineshaft, the precise footwork of some mechanical ballet. It was like looking into the brain of a cuckoo clock and it carried some part of me away forever. No one knows when they first see a thing, how long its after image will last. Proust could stare at the symptom of a face for years, while Frank O'Hara, like anyone with a job, was always looking at his watch. My favorite way of remembering is to forget. Please start the record of the sea over again. Call up a shadow below the pendulum of a gull's wing. In a city of eight million sundials, nobody has any idea how long a minute really is.
National Poetry Month
When a poem speaks by itself, it has a spark and can be considered part of a divine conversation. Sometimes the poem weaves like a basket around two loaves of yellow bread. "Break off a piece of this April with its raisin nipples," it says. "And chew them slowly under your pillow. You belong in bed with me." On the other hand, when a poem speaks in the voice of a celebrity it is called television or a movie. "There is nothing to see," say Robert De Niro, though his poem bleeds all along the edges like a puddle crudely outlined with yellow tape at the crime scene of spring. "It is an old poem," he adds. "And besides, I was very young when I made it."