(Poem in response to the L-O-L column “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”)
The man in the suit silently roams the Gaslight zone. Some call him, “The Professor.” There’s a rumor: he is a closet
genius, a beautiful mind. His black dog crawls from one sidewalk crack to another, taking breaks. God help him
if the creature gets sicker. The two gaze at the sky, as if secretly checking the weather, moment by moment.
The Professor will be there, breathing, frozen, when I leave to run errands. And he’ll be there to see me return flushed
and weighted down. He doesn’t move for Eddie, who got shot nine times and lived. He doesn’t move for incense burning
in five stores across the street. He doesn’t move for curry air or strangers crammed on the bus stop bench, waiting.
Someone asks if the 17’s ever coming. He doesn’t respond. Inside Ludlow Garage, there lurks the old scent of bands
that once played the rooms. If you stand where the stage once was, you can hear the forgotten roar. He wouldn’t know.
I say “Hello” when I see him. Every time, he waves back, startled, interrupted from his work with stillness, a difficult
employer. I can count on these visions, these regulars, and the bizarre, unchanging comforts so easily taken
for granted when drifting, skating, rushing, sliding through the teachers, the lost dogs, the simple sirens of home.
C.A. MacConnell
What a nice poem.
I lived in Clifton while going to school and I remember this man and his dog. That was five years ago. I guess some things don’t change.
More, more, more! a wonderful poem.
this is a good poem. i hope peter reads it.
LAY OFF PETER! I like his poems. I also like this one by C.A. who I wish I could meet. I think I would like her.
Write on, C.A.
I am compelled to write a poem every now and again, but I’m just not very good at it, you know?
I wish I could meet C.A. also.
I think he was a college professor at U.C.
Yes. No more jokes about Peter and his poems. We should thank him for sharing as well as CA.
yup, I think so too.
I meant, abt the college prof. thing…I think you’re right
This is a beautiful poem.
I consider myself a writer – write essays and short stories but I don’t think I’m good enough to write poems. I don’t understand the process, seems difficult. I can’t write that short.
I don’t know. I write short. I write with rythm and sometimes rhyme. And it’s not that I don’t write poems, I’m just not as inclined to share them.
Leslie Marmon Silko, one of my favorite authors, said the she stopped writing poetry the older she got because it takes a lot of courage and trust to put your soul on display the way you do with poetry (or something about being less jaded in her youth).
That’s why I think it’s particularly mean of Jeff to rip on Peter’s poems. It takes a lot of guts to share a poem with others.
Geri…I consider my essays, stories, etc, to be one, bigass poem.
I like some of Peter’s lines…some are right on, like “in a hot closet.” I began w/ poetry as a kid, and focused in college. I didn’t write fiction seriously until senior year, when I announced that I wanted to write a fiction thesis. Out of the blue. My advisor thought I was an idiot.
Then he dug it, and it was all good. And I kept going w/ it. I try to write poetry every day, to keep the muscle going, practice, and it’s an imp. element in fiction, which is my fave thing. To me, it’s an imp. element in all writing actually…essays, songs, etc. That’s what I’m aiming for, even if I’m writing about Pearl Jam. Blah blah. I sound like a fucking poetry commercial. Buy one poem get one free.
Now that I’ve noticed that the word, “fuck” is slipping thru the cracks, I just had to join in.
Give me a break. I know a good poem from a bad poem. Peter has no idea.
ca
when’s the next citybeat article?
I’m sorry. What’s a imp. element?
Do you really have big hair and big eyes? that’s what Larry said in the column.
Geri…I meant, poetic language, ie, careful word choice, rhythm, tight sentences, form, etc. For me, the two go hand in hand. That’s just how I learned. People come at it from all angles:
Noah gripped the chain-link fence with both hands, looking Peter in the eye. “Peter Pan, shut up, before I get mean.”
“Yo, you don’t have to have no ruptured spleen,” Pete whispered back.
Even skateboarding can be poetic.
As for big eyes and hair, I’d like to add big feet. Now I need to sit my big ass down and take my big brain to work.
outta here.
You have a big ass too! Ha!!
Jackie,
C.A. will have the next Living Out Loud column which will come out tomorrow and I think maybe a music story will be in the paper too.
Dear Ms. MacConnell,
I’m a little shy to say this, but I am a big fan of your writing. I like your style in the music stories and the Living Out Loud columns you have written inspire me. I wish you would write more of them.
You seem like a really cool person and I wanted to find a way to say that to you.
I JUST FOUND THIS THING AND A FRIEND TOLD ME ABOUT IT. I KIND OF LIKE IT. I LIKE THE GIRL AT THE RIGHT OF THE PAGE. IS SHE REAL?
I’LL BE BACK SOON. 😮
Don’t be a stranger, Tom.
I think Salley has the hots for C.A.
To spell “Salley” think S-a-l-l-y.
You are becoming almost as bad as numb – a total jerk. Sally was being nice to CA, not coming on to her. Stop being a fucking jerk.
Sincerely yours,
Jeff-or-ly Fucking Jerk.
(my new handle)
10-4 – ASSHOLE!!!
Jeff-or-ly,
Deleted your last comment – out of control. Stop it or you will not be allowed to come back. Drink some coffee.
I think the guy’s name is Richard.
Not Richard. Thank you, Sally. Much appreciated comments. Nice for a writer to get feedback. sweet.
Actually CA, I think it is Richard or that’s what he wants to call himself anyway. I see him at CVS every so often.
Hey C.A. –
I like your Living Out Loud column this week.
I just saw C.A. on Ludlow Avenue carrying about ten new CityBeats. Say what you want about her, the girl is a speed reader!
I knew you were gonna get me, Larry. Actually, I had 2 Citybeats and a yoga mat. Not Richard, for real, but he does call himself that sometimes.
Yeah? Your “yoga mat” looks like a CityBeat?
C.A.,
Just finished the Living Out Loud piece. Excellent writing!
Thanks
Read it… nice. Good piece in City Beat also.
Thanks, Biscuit. Say hi to Gravy. Mac.
I saw the Professor today on Ludlow carrying a bunch of drycleaning. You mean he actually gets his suits cleaned? Now, let’s teach him how to get a haircut.