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Chapter One
Basis
They index mosaics
Of who they have agreed to meet and operate
Out of webs of future nut-nurtured void
Denigration would be constant
I forgot whom I was speaking to for an instant
And would have been a bad boy
Had there not been brevity and merit in another
As the corner is a quarried conviction
Head bang over walls, chair
Cnidus, August 4th
for Larry Kearney
I put the candy in your hand and returned to my bee-watching.
Stamina could use tempo as a near-moral qualification.
Pleasant buzz, frightful sting. The melteme , bad wind, that
forced him to travel the lower coast of Turkey -- Lycia,
Anatolia, Castellorizzo -- instead of the better-mythologized
islands of Greece. Arcana accessible via salt marsh. And that's
where Saint Nicholas was born. "Me curator!" with a hip of
0.38 so's you don't take the pictures, tesselated, from the floor.
The door got repaired by adding to it. What he took to be the
sea as the overview of the Delphic oracle was an olive grove -- groves ,
really, sea-green, extending the slope to the real sea a
few miles out. "Wuz ya ever bit by a dead bee?" "Did you get
my rubber gloves?" The oracle put two dollars' worth of regular
in the Volkswagen and spun off, mildly.
My voices always tell me when it's time to move,
and where.
Domino
Mother and son are playing dominoes on the floor
in the cool of a bright late autumn afternoon, upstairs
of the little country house they live in. It is very
intent, like the eucalyptus. Two cats, male and female,
turn and jell on the patchwork Vermont bedspread. This
is northern California. Every ten minutes or so, one of
the players shouts out "Domino!"
Moon People
Two blue figures
synchronized to move
toward a blurred point
across the barest space imaginable --
will they make it?
Star Motel
Inside I could hear
a party of people,
the aimless cars
and in the middle distance
inexorable murmurs
of the ice machines.
From a Childhood #101
"You think the world
revolves around you."
I do.
Therefore, it does.
Had there been a piano in that room,
I would have studied it.
Mother's Mother
a photograph of
my mother's mother
aged about 22
delicate oval face
cocked to one side
her light-colored hair
tied back in a kind of bun
bright steady eyes
on the back she wrote:
"Your little wife Helen
Dec. 3, 1883
In summer or winter weather
Happiness means to be together"
then
"Married to Clay Lambert
Aug. 9, 1883
Photo taken Dec. 1883"
then
"Your mother
When she was young --"
Bubbles
I was a bathing beauty in The American Venus .
My dream of becoming a great dancer: How sweet he was then,
a brilliant, laughing young man of the world, his heart
so tender: "Get married!" I cried, bursting into fresh black
tears. Glittering white sequins: I put no value on my beauty.
Somedays I thought I would run away from Hollywood forever -- to
Miami to Havana to Palm Beach to Washington, D.C., no less!
Now we are in the air, warriors of the sky, burning the beans
and Wanted for Murder: No rehearsal, no retakes:
His actors cry real tears: He wanted Dick to cry too and
Dick was not a spontaneous weeper: Breaking out of his grasp,
I grabbed a shotgun and killed him with dramatic swiftness.
That developed his character: Stars shimmering by beasts
in the black sky: His jaw muscles hunched closer to deliver
his monolog: "You're a lousy actress and your eyes are
too close together." I shoved him away, saying "Are you
trying to make love to me?" "Why not?" he said furiously,
jumping up and backing away to the door to make his exit.
"You go to bed with everyone else -- why not me?"
Poem
cutting brush with a machete left
eye white cornea gets poked by twig
that was haste now abrasion seen
by doc who treats
eye-patch on and codeine in
codeine trips the psyche
home to daybed stretch
sentences that might be catchy slip
behind slow swirls magenta green
left eye watches patched
sea sky flakes magenta green
bird-size fruit flies slice
hotdog dinner right eye salted
watches sundown then "One Day at a Time"
Two Days
1.
Today is unsurpassed.
Rain in winter's jowl,
People in ponchos slogging through elephant fog.
"Your phone." "Don't I know it."
And somewhere out there a misplaced fire poker
gathers rust.
Here air, there water.
Formality unbidden spreads edgewise or else
completed a quarter-mile up where vines creep and pry
into bathroom boards. The grass grows.
2.
"Glass of retsina at Bill's ..."
Fake dreams, reddened heat orb.
A word for the day abstains,
a trick mending. Pup gets bumpered, limps away.
Something we could do together, not sure what,
sitting and talking, aimless, adroit.
A day for obstinate, day for construe,
day the color and duration of a line by Jimmy
Schuyler in the anthology which says "I have nothing to say"
and stays bright and cold.
Voyage from Jericho
for Steve Emerson
Tying laces baby brown moccasins
Moses wants another strawberry
His lucky day, letter to Alaska
Set to mushing, Clover Lane
Our man in Anchorage, down chute in thaw
To bound and boo in heavy mountain cloud
Dishtowel bib face chortles prime for nap
Elsewhere's codeine, grazed harmonics, empty pipe
Swish, swiveling Alaska, land of land of sea
"Ready to dig a hole and get in it"
Familiar Music
A pair of dark blue panties
among hairbrushes.
Poem
Old lady peering into her P.O.
box -- pink sweater, plaid skirt,
wire-rimmed granny glasses --
muttering "Harry ... Harry ... Harry ..."
Baby's Awake Now
And now there is the lively sound
Of a panel truck heading due southwest
Along Elm Road, edge of dusk --
The densest light to see to drive by.
The underbrush has brown fringe
And small silent birds.
I saw the rainbow fire.
I saw the need to talk.
I saw a unicorn and a red pony.
And I didn't want any deviled eggs.
I drove home with my collar up.
We're alive. You do alarm me to the fact.
The light is on the window in the air,
And breath comes faster than the hounds
To sanction what remembered, what stuck.
Duchamp Dream
Marcel Duchamp and I are collaborating on a giant wall
painting. Duchamp's part in this work consists of a talking
portrait of himself -- a profile which appears at the center of
a brightly colored rectangle on the white wall. Using a long
stick to push the colors around, I demonstrate the niceties of
the composition to a large audience standing in semicircle
around me. "You see," I say, "we (Duchamp and I) are much
the same -- but mostly at the edges!" Now the righthand
edge of the rectangle explodes in a flashing white light which
then "bleeds" into a field of dazzling pellucid orange. The room
during this phase of the work has been almost totally in the
dark -- the only light source being the painting itself -- its
colors illumined from the inside. Now the room lights up and
I am painting the four walls, running back and forth like crazy
with my stick. In one corner I draw a huge black gorilla figure
and pivoting to face the next long wall, I trace a black line
punctuated with a thick gob of paint which sticks out like
a fist. I pause, sensing this work is "a great success."
Dream with Fred Astaire
I'm in a large movie theater. I go to the john.
Standing at one of the urinals next to me is Fred Astaire.
He zips up his pants and says "I'm a loser!" I look deep
into his sunglasses, their mirrored lenses, and I say
"Oh you're doing alright!" He is visibly moved by the
open-hearted and believable way I say this.
Selected Dreams
At the airport with dark glasses.
Writing a master's thesis on the city of Nice.
A duel with electric irons as weapons.
Meeting Stuart Perkoff.
The Celeste Holm Sisters.
Anti-Poem
dust from windbag clots
days the human brain
scatters mostly
in a dry haze
over hill and sky
and love's colors
hardly distinguishable
from hay fever
sift
thus in a dream
I carry a white bucket
of shit and water
spilling some solid matter
into my vest pocket
and the villain played by Victor Jory
primps
and makes obscene remarks
whereupon I bop his
long bony nose
to a bloody pulp --
a fine moment of anti-philosophy
perhaps
but in the morning you are strange
Copyright © 2000 Bill Berkson. All rights reserved.