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September 14, 2010
Conversation waiting for the Train by *LlyrentheShrew is an interesting example of both dialogue and repetition in poetry. Pay careful attention to the detail and enjambment of each section, and note the differences from one section to the next.
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Conversation waiting for the Train
1.
It pisses me off when he pretends
to sleep like that –
his eyelids flutter and that's how I know he's faking.
Maybe I will live in Battery Park…
Dirty grey water slapping against the wall –
Why a wall?
That way no hypodermic sand.
Ha ha.
Mmm.
The statue's nice, too, when you can see it.
I like the trees best, and the
grass.
The bums are interesting –
is he someone's grandfather?
Is that tattered satin Broadway jacket his,
or did some drunk stagehand
give it him in a fit of
kindness?
(kind stagehand in a fit of drunkenness?)
He's hiding from reality you know, when he does
that.
And he says I'm immature?
Make it in theatre without contacts – hah!
You can't make it anywhere these days
without contacts!
Look at that sparrow, hopping on the tracks.
Did you know sparrows came over on boats with the English….
They look funny when they hop,
two legs hopping –
Bip – Bip – Bip
Peck, Peck
Bip – Bip
Then fly away.
2.
It pisses me off when he pretends
to sleep like that –
his eyelids flutter and that's how I know he's faking.
Maybe I will live in Battery Park…
Dirty grey water slapping against the wall,
full of candy wrappers, popcorn buckets,
greasy, ketchupy hot dog napkins –
Why a wall?
That way no hypodermic sand.
Hah ha.
Mmm.
The Statue's nice, too, when you can see it.
I've never been. (I've taken the ferry though.)
I'd like to see it now that they've fixed the torch,
up close, you know.
I like the trees and the grass best.
Once, we stood by a souvenir stand in Battery Park
and caught the rain in our soda cups.
He laughed and said we should send some home to Texas.
Then he dumped it out.
The bums are interesting – I always wonder
if he's someone's grandfather.
See that tattered jacket – could it be his?
Or did some drunk stagehand give it to him
in a fit of kindness?
(kind stagehand in a fit of
drunkenness?)
Aaah, the never-ending plight of the out-of-work actor!
He's hiding from reality when he does that,
you know.
And he says I'm immature?
He can't even argue with me –
just at me!
Make it in theatre without contacts –
hah!
You can't make it anywhere
these days without
Contacts.
He'll be a dead artist before he's a famous one –
And then only if he's lucky.
He's good though.
Look at that sparrow, hopping on the train tracks –
Did you know sparrows came over on boats
with the English?
English sparrows…
They look funny when they hop,
two legs hopping
Bip – Bip – Bip
Peck, Peck
Bip – Bip
Have you ever seen them roll in the dust?
They make this little burrow thing,
almost like a nest,
Then fly away…
The train's late again.
It always is.
I wish they'd finish working on the station.
They've been at it forever.
I wonder what he's doing tonight.
Maybe I'll call him.
No. I won't call him tonight.
He probably expects me to.
Look, finally, there's the train.
It always just materializes –
Around the curve with the trees overhanging it,
and that far away it always looks misty.
The haze.
The headlights just get brighter and brighter until the whole train
appears.
He just makes me so goddamned mad.
But when he kisses me I forget.
We make love and it's all
better.
For some reason all I can ever remember is the
all better.
I guess I better forget.
Yah, sure, I'm coming…
Still…
3.
Once before I sat in rain,
waiting for you – but
you were with me then.
Shadows of light and rain
dripping down my shirt –
a molasses image from a
sixties film
which you would appreciate,
that foregone symbol of a crying heart.
But I was crying then,
not now.
We seem at last to have come full circle.
And so we set forth,
hypothetically hand in hand.
That summer afternoon in Battery Park
catching rain in battered old cups,
I was more unsure
but not one bit less
scared.
Now, I'm not afraid of losing you,
I'm afraid of finding us.
Funny –
the parallels that appear between
then
and now.
Then
we watched the storm curl in,
wrap around the Statue of Liberty,
and drench us in a mad dash for the
hot dog stand –
raincups full,
scared and lonely,
And I thought only of you.
Tonight
I sat by the water
ignored the train's lure
watching the storm blow in,
and thought,
not of you,
but of the storm –
And I was caught in a sudden squall.
1.
It pisses me off when he pretends
to sleep like that –
his eyelids flutter and that's how I know he's faking.
Maybe I will live in Battery Park…
Dirty grey water slapping against the wall –
Why a wall?
That way no hypodermic sand.
Ha ha.
Mmm.
The statue's nice, too, when you can see it.
I like the trees best, and the
grass.
The bums are interesting –
is he someone's grandfather?
Is that tattered satin Broadway jacket his,
or did some drunk stagehand
give it him in a fit of
kindness?
(kind stagehand in a fit of drunkenness?)
He's hiding from reality you know, when he does
that.
And he says I'm immature?
Make it in theatre without contacts – hah!
You can't make it anywhere these days
without contacts!
Look at that sparrow, hopping on the tracks.
Did you know sparrows came over on boats with the English….
They look funny when they hop,
two legs hopping –
Bip – Bip – Bip
Peck, Peck
Bip – Bip
Then fly away.
2.
It pisses me off when he pretends
to sleep like that –
his eyelids flutter and that's how I know he's faking.
Maybe I will live in Battery Park…
Dirty grey water slapping against the wall,
full of candy wrappers, popcorn buckets,
greasy, ketchupy hot dog napkins –
Why a wall?
That way no hypodermic sand.
Hah ha.
Mmm.
The Statue's nice, too, when you can see it.
I've never been. (I've taken the ferry though.)
I'd like to see it now that they've fixed the torch,
up close, you know.
I like the trees and the grass best.
Once, we stood by a souvenir stand in Battery Park
and caught the rain in our soda cups.
He laughed and said we should send some home to Texas.
Then he dumped it out.
The bums are interesting – I always wonder
if he's someone's grandfather.
See that tattered jacket – could it be his?
Or did some drunk stagehand give it to him
in a fit of kindness?
(kind stagehand in a fit of
drunkenness?)
Aaah, the never-ending plight of the out-of-work actor!
He's hiding from reality when he does that,
you know.
And he says I'm immature?
He can't even argue with me –
just at me!
Make it in theatre without contacts –
hah!
You can't make it anywhere
these days without
Contacts.
He'll be a dead artist before he's a famous one –
And then only if he's lucky.
He's good though.
Look at that sparrow, hopping on the train tracks –
Did you know sparrows came over on boats
with the English?
English sparrows…
They look funny when they hop,
two legs hopping
Bip – Bip – Bip
Peck, Peck
Bip – Bip
Have you ever seen them roll in the dust?
They make this little burrow thing,
almost like a nest,
Then fly away…
The train's late again.
It always is.
I wish they'd finish working on the station.
They've been at it forever.
I wonder what he's doing tonight.
Maybe I'll call him.
No. I won't call him tonight.
He probably expects me to.
Look, finally, there's the train.
It always just materializes –
Around the curve with the trees overhanging it,
and that far away it always looks misty.
The haze.
The headlights just get brighter and brighter until the whole train
appears.
He just makes me so goddamned mad.
But when he kisses me I forget.
We make love and it's all
better.
For some reason all I can ever remember is the
all better.
I guess I better forget.
Yah, sure, I'm coming…
Still…
3.
Once before I sat in rain,
waiting for you – but
you were with me then.
Shadows of light and rain
dripping down my shirt –
a molasses image from a
sixties film
which you would appreciate,
that foregone symbol of a crying heart.
But I was crying then,
not now.
We seem at last to have come full circle.
And so we set forth,
hypothetically hand in hand.
That summer afternoon in Battery Park
catching rain in battered old cups,
I was more unsure
but not one bit less
scared.
Now, I'm not afraid of losing you,
I'm afraid of finding us.
Funny –
the parallels that appear between
then
and now.
Then
we watched the storm curl in,
wrap around the Statue of Liberty,
and drench us in a mad dash for the
hot dog stand –
raincups full,
scared and lonely,
And I thought only of you.
Tonight
I sat by the water
ignored the train's lure
watching the storm blow in,
and thought,
not of you,
but of the storm –
And I was caught in a sudden squall.
Literature
Hotel Rules
The lobby and front entrance are strictly out of bounds.
In the car park, if you ask yourself any of these questions how you're going to get out of a spot, whether you're allowed to park there, if the monster truck beside you will crush your car when it leaves, if you'll crush the motor scooter in the next stall, whether your car will roll onto a different level, if you'll be able to find your car again, etc. you're behaving normally and you will almost certainly find your car in the same state and location that you left it in.
Use the service staircase and corridor to avoid surprises. The more lush and carpeted a staircase is
Literature
people magazines have issues
some folks are just birthed cursed
brains born busy
tossin' thoughts
across
the circumference of
the earth
the nights
eat up their
lives
like they're
just desserts
that one-third
fraction spent
questioning
the other two-thirds'
worth
and what
dreams can work
and which
mean to hurt
seem to get
reversed
we get lost
between god
and the dirt
worship
at the church
of frantic
'til inert
the last
a large part
of the first
Literature
The storm
Cartilage-smooth azure extends
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o
the edge
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This poem is in three parts, written over time, about a long-ago love.
The New York City referenced is where I spent a number of years. Anyone went to Battery Park before the attacks of Sept. 11 will remember this vision. It looks decidedly different today, although you can still see the Statue of Liberty from the overlook.
The New York City referenced is where I spent a number of years. Anyone went to Battery Park before the attacks of Sept. 11 will remember this vision. It looks decidedly different today, although you can still see the Statue of Liberty from the overlook.
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That is really beautiful.
I love how you set the mood of a kind of optimistic despair (if that makes sense).
I love how you set the mood of a kind of optimistic despair (if that makes sense).