Tuesday, August 24, 2010

6/7/63

Received a letter from Will - he seems unduly concerned with the persistency of rain in Japan
(that is, he seems to attribute his despair to rain (his scapegoat?): is there a more hidden cause of his malaise? which is the phenomenal cause, the internal or the external? - I am composing for him a "tragicomic" Ballad not anything, "in the last analysis" for future generations, just something for a friend (no use to "harp" on this inherent antilogy - just something personally given - not for public use).
Ballad for Poor Folk
There is a man
whose name's Knarf
(Who'd, by the way,
Never be seen in June

Without a scarf);
He trudges, it seems
all day thru puddles
of rose petals
Mumbling to himself
What's the season?
Thus he fares, mooning
About, and missing

His meals: but when
The amethyst-saffron
Carpet of evening
'S laid out,

Then he bucks up
And goes to a hill,
Where, amid hungry
Children and animal

Wails he suddenly
Falls to his knees
And prays to become
Ascent of memory.

2 comments:

  1. so
    that would have been Will Petersen
    ... neat!

    http://www.oakton.edu/museum/pcpbeat.html

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  2. Hi Ed,
    So cool! What a time back then for artists and poetry. Thank you for sharing the link. CW

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