It was a rough weekend here at the Bauman Ranch, so I’m going to unwind with a glass of wine and a little irony from our old friend Robert Creeley. Along with a few favorites in my poem-a-day recordings this year, I’m also trying to bring you some poems by poets whose work I have not recorded before.
And I noticed that if I give a little less commentary, I get some really juicy, chewy explication in the comments section, and that makes me happy. I’d like to know what you think of this one. I don’t think that I did the lining credit in my inflection and pauses, but since I’ve been trying to do these in as few takes as possible (another new twist to my personal challenge this year), I decided to let it stand.
According to the Poetry Foundation, “at the time of his death in 2005, Robert Creeley was widely recognized as one of the most important and influential American poets of the twentieth century.” He’s worth reading up on, and his tight arrangements of aesthetic and soul have been growing on me the more I read of him.
If you wander far enough
you will come to it
and when you get there
they will give you a place to sit
for yourself only, in a nice chair,
and all your friends will be there
with smiles on their faces
and they will likewise all have places.
- Black Mountain College – John Cage (pilgrimageproject.ie)
- David Reads a Found Poem (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- David Reads “For Grace, After a Party,” by Frank O’Hara (dadpoet.wordpress.com)