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Sunday, February 8, 2015
2 poems || Joel Chace
Here is the photo, black and white, of a black movie
camera shooting an actual scene. Buster, The Human
Mop. In some films, actors pretend to take still photos.
The father sewed a suitcase handle into the back
of his son’s small costume. Once, things were things, and facts
were facts. Empty Yankee Stadium: he hits
a homer with an invisible bat. The Boy Who Can’t
Be Damaged. No begging. Old railroad ties blocking the tracks
are things, and they are facts. The scheme was to photograph
directly into the lens of the camera filming
itself being photographed. That night he shattered every
bookcase pane he used a heavy, visible bat.
In Syracuse, his father hurled him into the audience,
breaking the precious nose of a Yalie heckler.
Anesthesia of the heart; all going to hell.
“He was so old, he was older than his birthday.” Justice
is the charity of the wise. Loretta Mary Aiken.
“He was so ugly he hurt my feelings.” Then mind is rightly
called beauty because she does the works which we recognize
and speak of as the beautiful. Both babies of rape
given away. ''Ain't nothin' an old man can do for me
but bring me a message from a young man.'' God is an
extended thing. Maybe not the brothers but the Smothers
Brothers brought her forward? “Eat your majesty’s grapefruit and all
that stuff.” The volunteer fire engine exploded
her father into so many chunks. The genii, however
marvellous, are always accompanied by bodies
worthy of them. “Sometimes I wish I was a dog and he was