Saturday, February 17, 2007

An Artie Gold Poem

Just cracked open Dennis Lee's anthology New Canadian Poets (1970-85) and found three Artie Gold poems. Art was, at his best, artless in an artful way. Here's one I very much like, and it serves as a fitting epitaph:

life.

In a sense
is the exact opposite of what we want and
that opposite isn't death
but fence.
somewhere over a rainbow
you see, it's parabolic.
sometimes stretched out on drugs that make me taller
I sway over two kingdoms of sidewalk concrete adjacent
but over the line. clothes vanish through the magic agency
of drugs
naked to my brain my genitals hang like a child's drawing
of scissors
open large enough only for the beam of life to shine through
I trap the living photon and aim it down. my friends say:
Artie,
you have dropped your handkerchief.

2 comments:

Pris said...

I like this. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Pearl said...

Yes, his own words are a fitting tribute.