This poem is dedicated to haiku master and good friend Ron Evans, who sponsored the title for the Tupelo Press 30/30 Project fundraiser I participated in during August. I firmly believe it is the worst title in the history of the Tupelo Press 30/30 Project! Ron is moving to Indiana, where he will, alas, no longer be able to find kolaches, breakfast tacos or Texas barbecue. I will of course send him lavishly photographed and detailed reviews of my adventures with these foods. Take care, Ron. We will miss you.
Calvin Coolidge — Live or Memorex?
They say the wind in Alvarado bypasses closed doors, slips through
book-laden walls and plate glass and into your dreams where it circles
and accumulates, whirling, whirling, steadily gaining force, gathering
loose pages and errant thoughts and memories too combustible to
burn, ignoring time’s compression and the gravity of dying suns, forever
counting, talking, thinking, looking up and out between the long nights.
unable to sleep he opens a window daring the wind
The 30th President of the United States breathes and writes at the junction
of an invisible house and a wheat field in Alvarado, in the guise of a
74-year old haiku poet. No longer the solemn ass, Cal laughs and speaks
and observes his two birthdays, recalling Harding’s scandals and Dorothy
Parker’s “How can they tell?” with equal relish. Sometimes he dresses
in tails and top hat, and speaks in 17-syllable phrases. Sometimes.
spitting out sake in the shadow’s glare death forestalled
Alvarado’s laureate is leaving it all behind – the presidency, the books,
the kolaches – catching the next breeze out of town, a silver-tongued
dust devil riding the word, spewing puns all the way to Indiana. But
buried in a waterproof box near Oswald’s grave, 314 cassette tapes
capable of shattering crystal carry his voice further than their unwound
lengths, whirring incessantly, celebrating life, praising the long wind.
standing in the sun wisdom blows by no questions today
My God, my God…Wonderful beyond my power to exaggerate! I thank you with all my rewired and replumbed heart. you are truly the best friend I have ever had! May God bless you and your family all the days (and nights) of you life.
Ronzini of Alvarado
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Beautiful! Ron, Robert, Robin is inspired. Ron, hope you are settling in your new life. 🙂
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Thank you, Robin.
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You are of course the master of exaggeration and haiku, Obi-Ron. 🙂
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And Master of Ceremonies, too. You forget that ome?! 🙂
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And master of, uh, no, I won’t go there. 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this, Robert. Truly remarkable writing, and such a beautiful tribute.
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It was a fun piece to write.
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It shows!
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Most excellent, and possible, I would say, only through a kinship that will survive the separation of miles.
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Thanks, Ken. This poem could not have been written for anyone but Ron (but then who else would have provided that crazy title?).
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i’m not much of a haiku fan but the three here are very nice as is the rest of the piece.
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Thanks, John. I’m not much of a haiku poet, but felt compelled to at least try, if only to cause Ron to shake his head sadly and say “that’s not the way you do it.” 🙂
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It dawns on me even more now that I’m able to read it after a month-and-a-half or so lapsing . . . Such a likeable poem, Bob, that brims over with good-natured humor and wistfulness, on both macro/cosmic and micro-levels (“time’s compression and the gravity of dying suns” is spectacular, among others). What a wonderful tribute to a friend!
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The poem contains many inside jokes and references that touch upon Ron’s zany humor (and our correspondence). Much fun.
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This was really wonderful!
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Thank you.
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Absolutely ingenious, RO. Our friends do inspire our very best.
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They do, indeed, Sunshine. Thank you.
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“314 cassette tapes capable of shattering crystal carry his voice further than their unwound
lengths” – Definitely my favorite part. Such a fantastic visual. The whole thing was phenomenal. Excellent work!
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Homage to Pi and the old Memorex commercials. Thank you for your kind words.
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Robert, you just keep astounding the beejeezus out of everyone.
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You are always too kind, Jilanne. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. 🙂
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Robert, if you’re to be in Indiana I hope you’ll look into ISFPC and perhaps even be close enough to get in the Noble writer’s group, I used to have a lot of fun with the group. DM
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Thanks for letting me know. I’m staying in Texas, but I’ll let Ron know about the group.
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Jeez, I can’t believe I figured that one out! You were really baiting me on that one!
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Bob, would you mind finding out an address where the club meets. Would love to join but can’t find an address where they meet. Thanks!
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http://indianapolis.eventful.com/events/noble-writers-group-/E0-001-005820611-8 They met on the first Tuesday of every month last I heard.
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Thank you!
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Well, fooey — the poetry group meets at a place nearly three hours away from my igloo. 😦
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Well, Ron, I guess you have three options: 1) start a writers group in a library or cafe near you or, 2) move so you can attend my old stomp or, 3) keep blogging and I’ll enjoy your work all for myself.
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Wow. Bolded. Underlined. Heartfelt.
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Thanks, Carrie.
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You read my mind “nombre de la pluma.” I plan to start a poetry society in our home and move to larger digs when our membership is large enough! Seriously. I’m very excited! 🙂
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Excellent plans, Ron. I wish you continued success. Do you have a wordpress or other blog address I may subscribe to?~Deon Mumple
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