Street poetry in Seaside

You can find poetry everywhere, even on public utility boxes like this one in the Cove.

April is National Poetry Month, a celebration introduced in 1996, organized by the Academy of American Poets.

The point of having a national poetry month is to increase appreciation and awareness. One of my favorite quotes about poetry is by James Tate who said, “Poetry is everywhere; it just needs editing.”

Poetry has long gotten a bad rap, although rap is a form of poetry.

The first poem I tasked myself to learn was “The Village Blacksmith” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

I remember memorizing it and reciting it in front of my fourth grade class. The teacher seemed alarmed by my recitation. She had no idea I’d chosen it because it was a poem about a blacksmith and therefore related to my obsession with horses, which was already out of hand.

“Under a spreading chestnut tree

The village smithy stand;

The smith, a mighty man is he,

With large and sinewy hands;

And the muscles of his brawny arms

Are strong as iron bands.”

By high school I had moved on to the poetry of Langston Hughes and Nikki Giovanni. I read Sylvia Plath.

In college I discovered James Dickey and Ray Carver, although I always admired Carver’s short stories more than his poetry.

My English major friends introduced me to the poetry of Denise Levertov and LeRoi Jones. I had a friend who exclusively read William Carlos Williams. In a structured college setting I read Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Wallace Stevens, Robert Frost, and T.S. Eliot.

After college and grad school I forgot about poetry. By then I was employed 40 hours a week in a nonfiction publishing house and after that editing magazines. I had no time or interest to read anything that wasn’t on my desk. Any free time I had was spent in art museums where I could stand in front of an original Picasso, or Pollock, or Rothko, work that spoke to me more directly at the time than poetry.

Poetry didn’t re-enter my life until years later when I started cleaning horse stalls. This was during a period of my life when I was profoundly unhappy. The barn manager, a moody if undeniably attractive man 15years my junior, was a poetry major in college. He was a big fan of the Irish poet Seamus Heaney.

Since the barn manager was not just reading, but also attempting to write poetry, I accompanied him a few times to an open mike poetry slam at a local café.

My intention was to give him moral support, but he even though he wrote his name on the sign up sheet to read, he never did.

These days if I feel like reading a poem, I turn to the work of Charles Bukowski. Bukowski wrote dozens if not hundreds of poems. He gave readings on college campuses where he stood at the podium with a couple of six packs of beer at close hand. He steadily drank while he read, and if anyone in the audience ticked him off, he hurled empty cans at them.

My favorite Bukowski poem is called “Slim Killers.” Copyright laws prohibit me from posting it in its entirety, but it begins with the lines, “There are 4 guys at the door

All 6 feet four

And checking in at

Around 210 pounds,

Slim killers.

Come in, I say,

And they walk in with their drinks

And circle the old man —

So you’re Bukowski, eh?”

In the poem, they proceed to get drunk and pass out on the floor. Bukowski gives each of them a pillow and a blanket.

He observes in the morning they are just big kids, heaving in the bathroom.

Then they’re gone.

Bukowski ends it with the lines,

“Readers of my poems

I can’t say that

I disliked them.”

April is National Poetry Month. Read a poem, why don’t you?

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(1) comment

Michael Phillips

> Bukowski wrote dozens if not hundreds of poems.

He actually wrote 4,825 poems. Along with 555 short stories, and six novels.

But who's counting? ;)

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