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Psychoanalysis: An Elegy

snagged from secretsolitaire
When you see this, comment with a poem you love or post one in your own journal
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Psychoanalysis: An Elegy
Jack Spicer

What are you thinking about?

I am thinking of an early summer.
I am thinking of wet hills in the rain
Pouring water. Shedding it
Down empty acres of oak and manzanita
Down to the old green brush tangled in the sun,
Greasewood, sage, and spring mustard.
Or the hot wind coming down from Santa Ana
Driving the hills crazy,
A fast wind with a bit of dust in it
Bruising everything and making the seed sweet.
Or down in the city where the peach trees
Are awkward as young horses,
And there are kites caught on the wires
Up above the street lamps,
And the storm drains are all choked with dead branches.

What are you thinking?

I think that I would like to write a poem that is slow as a summer
As slow getting started
As 4th of July somewhere around the middle of the second stanza
After a lot of unusual rain
California seems long in the summer.
I would like to write a poem as long as California
And as slow as a summer.
Do you get me, Doctor? It would have to be as slow
As the very tip of summer.
As slow as the summer seems
On a hot day drinking beer outside Riverside
Or standing in the middle of a white-hot road
Between Bakersfield and Hell
Waiting for Santa Claus.

What are you thinking now?

I’m thinking that she is very much like California.
When she is still her dress is like a roadmap. Highways
Traveling up and down her skin
Long empty highways
With the moon chasing jackrabbits across them
On hot summer nights.
I am thinking that her body could be California
And I a rich Eastern tourist
Lost somewhere between Hell and Texas
Looking at a map of a long, wet, dancing California
That I have never seen.
Send me some penny picture-postcards, lady,
Send them.
One of each breast photographed looking
Like curious national monuments,
One of your body sweeping like a three-lane highway
Twenty-seven miles from a night’s lodging
In the world’s oldest hotel.

What are you thinking?

I am thinking of how many times this poem
Will be repeated. How many summers
Will torture California
Until the damned maps burn
Until the mad cartographer
Falls to the ground and possesses
The sweet thick earth from which he has been hiding.

What are you thinking now?

I am thinking that a poem could go on forever.

Comments

( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
secretsolitaire
Aug. 28th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
This is a new poem to me -- I like it! Thanks for sharing.
gaeln
Aug. 29th, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
thanks for encouraging me to. This is a particularly nice one for me because it's about my home, crazy California, I've been experiencing those hot Santa Ana winds since I was very little :D
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gaeln
Aug. 29th, 2011 04:01 am (UTC)
It is so descriptive and since he is describing my home state, I can attest to how evocative this poem is
flashfly
Aug. 29th, 2011 06:55 am (UTC)
I really liked this poem. Read it twice with a smile.
gaeln
Aug. 29th, 2011 06:42 pm (UTC)
I had the exact same response, I know his imagery so well and I love it's easy flow.

Also, glad to see you arounde, it's been awhile. FanSee mentioned something about computer problems...?
flashfly
Aug. 30th, 2011 03:40 am (UTC)
No computer problems, just traveling and reading. Reading, my first love, raised her mighty head and frowned upon me the past two months.
fansee
Oct. 11th, 2011 02:52 am (UTC)
Reading
Anything special to recommend? FanSee
flashfly
Oct. 25th, 2011 05:43 am (UTC)
Re: Reading
I am currently reading Unbroken a biography about Louie Zamperini--a juvenile delinquent-turned-Olympic runner-turned-Army hero. During a routine search mission over the Pacific, Louie’s plane crashed into the ocean. It's about that and what happened to him over the next 3 years of his life. It's by the same author who wrote Seabiscuit. She is a great writer.

Also, I highly rec Life of Pi by Yann Martel. I put off reading this for some unknown reason and then finally when I started, I couldn't believe how good it was and how I'd almost missed out. It's about a young boy from India whose father is a zoo owner and they all decide to leave India and resettle in Canada. The boat sinks and Pi is left with just a couple of animals. It's about him and the animals including a 450 pound Bengal tiger on the lifeboat with him. A truly fantastic tale.
gaeln
Oct. 29th, 2011 06:42 am (UTC)
Re: Reading
I read Life of Pi for my bookclub a couple of years ago and love it. I kind of resisted also because sometimes when something is TOO popular, I don't trust it but, I was wrong.
flashfly
Nov. 8th, 2011 03:39 am (UTC)
Re: Reading
Yes, I think that was it. It was too everywhere and I rebelled. So glad I gave in.
fansee
Oct. 11th, 2011 02:50 am (UTC)
A Poem
THE EAGLE
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson


He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Cloe to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
gaeln
Oct. 12th, 2011 07:30 pm (UTC)
Re: A Poem
Thank you, I like this very much and it brings to mind wonderful images, which honestly some poems don't. I will include it in Lauren's book.
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