P O E M S by Alec Emerson |
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CONNECTED WORDS |
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DEDICATION 1. THE POETRY GROUP 2. WOODPILE 3. THREE IN ONE FROM WORLD WAR TWO 4. AFTER FAIR ELECTIONS 5. SMART BOMB 6. FINAL VICTORY 7. CHINESE TAKEOUT 8. FLOWER SONG 9. RECRUITMENT SONG 10. PRESIDENTS 11. VICE PRESIDENTS 12. BETTER AND BETTER 13. BLOOD KIN 14. SEXY GIRL 15. FIRECRACKER 16. THREE LOVES |
17. TWO SEAGULLS 18. PHOEBE 19. FIFTEEN ACCOMPLISHMENTS, ONE SURPRISE 20. THANKS 21. IN BUS NUMBER 2 22. TOM 23. AMES 24. WORLD TRADE CENTER 25. COLD COMFORT (essay) 26. MY FELLOW AMERICAN (letter) 27. ANOTHER VICTORY 28. THE NICE BOY 29. BEFORE 2004 30. COLLATERAL 31. DAD 32. IF YOU MUST GO by Miranda Massie ACKNOWLEDGMENTS |
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THE POETRY GROUPIs this the poetry group? Yes. I think I'll have a bite! Now, about my poem. |
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WOODPILEWinter coming. The firewood stacked, somewhat loosely, The wood, not thoroughly dry, The question is: | ||
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THREE-IN-ONE, FROM WORLD WAR TWOThree buddies I love, (a bomber crash, who give the third Three buddies I love: (there's Tom, and the one I know Uncle Will. | ||
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AFTER FAIR ELECTIONSAfter fair elections, Adolf had his shot What the hell. After fair elections, | ||
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SMART BOMB As the blast wave Your ears are blown. | ||
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FINAL VICTORYKnock. Knock. "Your son is back,
"Yes. Put it by the door. | ||
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CHINESE TAKEOUTLike old man Obedient soldiers, Sick dragon, Obedient young soldier, Blind bullets kiss Red trickle joins | ||
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FLOWER SONGI love the air, I love the spin of earth and sky, | ||
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RECRUITMENT SONGJoin! The CIA! Learn! How to betray. | ||
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PRESIDENTSFrom Honest Abe,
to blow job Bill. | ||
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VICE PRESIDENTSYO! YO! It's deja vu Deja vu | ||
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BETTER AND BETTER Fascism goes better Fascism goes better | ||
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BLOOD KINSpirit sick rich kids
Nice liberals whine, | ||
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SEXY GIRLThere's a sexy girl Is her country Russia? The U.S.? Is her planet earth? | ||
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FIRECRACKERShe listened, only my quiet angel Then, with her gentle made me want alive. | ||
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THREE LOVESYour voice is easy on the years, Your eyes make my eyes happy, Your touch, exciting, | ||
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TWO SEAGULLSTwo seagulls call sleepily, Though dark, the beginning of dawn The duvet is warm | ||
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PHOEBESometimes, it's just a mystery, The greatest gift is faith, The worst is fear, I'm sorry. | ||
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FIFTEEN ACCOMPLISHMENTS, ONE SURPRISEFive gray hairs, But, in 1978, | ||
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THANKSOnce, I looked in a bathroom mirror, Once, I looked across a dinner table, Once, I glanced down a sofa, I saw a ghost. But it was only, | ||
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IN BUS NUMBER 2In bus number 2, the new boy He sits quietly, in the stale | ||
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TOMFact is, If I can get up | ||
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AMESLast week, I don't know Everything I'm wearing | ||
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WORLD TRADE CENTERThe ghosts of Wounded Knee Their clothes are neatly patched, Last week it was Dresden's turn, Next Tuesday, a small ceremony The ghosts of Wounded Knee | ||
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COLD COMFORTA Harvard party. 1968. So many smart boys and girls! Not in Vietnam. One boy chatted with me about summer jobs. I told him about mine Then he told me about his. His dad, an appliance designer at General Electric, got him his job. General Electric had a little problem. A certain new model refrigerator seemed to be catching fire and burning down houses. Lawsuits had begun. The company stonewalled the lawsuits and hired their appliance designer's smart young Harvard son to find out what the hell went wrong. He was given a secret, locked laboratory, full of refrigerators. He hooked them up, turned them on, and ran them hard. He watched them carefully, day after day. They purred and purred, week after week, all summer long. The last week of a frustrating summer arrived, and he prepared to wrap it up and go back to school. Then a refrigerator caught fire.He nailed it! He watched it happen! Bingo! Sweet success! He described to me how a wire carrying house current ran through a grommet in the baffle in the base of the refrigerator. How the baffle and the wire vibrated when the compressor was running. How the defective grommet allowed the wire to chafe on the hole in the baffle. How the insulation on the wire wore through and the bare wires contacted the baffle. How the baffle had enough carbon in it to heat up and self ignite when it touched the bare wires. How the purring condenser coil fan whipped the smoking baffle into a hot fire. Bingo! Sweet success! He proudly recounted his recommendations to General Electric. He suggested rerouting the wire around the baffle, changing the baffle material to one which would not conduct or burn, and altering the formula of the plastic in the fan to one with a low melting point, so it would melt before fanning a fire. Bingo! Sweet success! A Harvard party. So many smart boys and girls. It would have been fall, as we chatted about our summer jobs. But before November, when my brother dazed me by coming home in a body bag. But I remember that conversation, the pleasure of two smart boys chatting about technical aspects of their summer jobs. In that memory, our innocence has become strange. The faint, sickening stench of murder didn't wake me until three o'clock in the morning, twenty years later. How many more houses burned, after the cause was known? How many more children screamed? At what profit to General Electric? The stonewalled lawsuits, the stones solid lies. The pinstriped prisoners of a lie calmly palming the secret discovery of their smart young Harvard son. To those who suffered at such sick profit, I'm sorry. Cold comfort. A Harvard party. 1968. So many smart boys and girls. Not in Vietnam. | ||
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MY FELLOW AMERICAN
Blue Stone Press
To the Editor. My fellow American. In a democracy, among adults, every syllable and every silence is political. We have just witnessed a crime in broad daylight. We have the ability to kill anywhere in the livable world, to wage war with any technique, from controlled slaughter to the vaporization of cities, with less risk to our population of soldiers than if they were spending their time driving on our highways. That ability has been directed at Iraq, with the world as witness. The currency of war is not money. It is truckloads of body parts and mangled children. Money is a standard of value and a medium o exchange. In a decent society, it can be a useful tool. But in war, bodies become the money. Children's bodies, which once were living and had value in Iraq, are being buried even as the appointed administration of our nation congratulates itself and prepares for another war. My fellow American, in a democracy, among adults, we can change this.
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ANOTHER VICTORYHey, we took out thirty thousand men, women, Now the rest of them can learn A lot of them, especially the ones | ||
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THE NICE BOYFrom America there was a nice boy, | ||
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BEFORE 2004Proudly announcing the marriage before being strung up, Benito Mussolini | ||
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COLLATERAL A cold crusade is on the world, Mothers howl, Across a world a Christian man, | ||
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DAD My father used a P-51 to fight fascism. | ||
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IF YOU MUST GO... If you must go least markers-- Miranda Massie | ||
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTSAs this work has not been strained through a white picket fence, I forbear giving thanks to some who, while they deserve thanks, might be displeased to have their names associated with certain words found herein. Besides to those unnamed, I am grateful to the following persons for their encouragements, or help, or both. Ann Emerson, Denny Alsop, Bruce Weigl, Patsy Riggs, Francie Riggs, Cami Lien, Nancy Ostrovsky, Carolyn Claire Widerman, Milton A. Widerman, Paul Widerman, Susan Blog, Thomas C. Ballantyne, Kye Cochran, Betsy Cochran, Mon Cochran, Will Cochran, Susan Cochran, David Larkin, Nancy Copley, Bernard Rubin, Jeff Krouk, Astrid Fitzgerald, Richard Geldard, Priscilla Claflin, Helen Dicke, Elizabeth Carpenter, Meredith Weaver, Doug Leonard, Erica Funkhouser, Susan Turner, Joyce Woodman, Maura Kelleher, Julie Korenburg, Sophia Gabriel, Priscilla Reynolds, Peter Reynolds, Sara Fernandez, Sasha Puryear (I've got the corner of my eye on you!), Jean Puryear, Martin Puryear, Lorna, Pia, Miranda, Kim, and Luke Massie, Richard Grossman, Carol Anthony, Doria Howe, Katie Mayne, Catherine Kalin, Maggie Heinze, Rebecca Kalin, Nila K Leigh, Stuart Leigh, Ron Gullickson, Kyoko Yamaguchi, Tatsuo Yamaguchi, Holly Leon,Lydia Leon, Gonzales Leon, Elizabeth Aprea, Morten Lund, Meg Lundstrom, Rebecca Mills, Eliza Castanada, Mu Reyes, Russell Robb, Sidney Werkman, Sidney Wanzer, Evelyn Smith, Jane Upson, Everett Upson, Thomas Stucklen, HenryVaillancourt, Anstiss Morrill, Bay Bancroft, Ellen Emerson Kohler, Lauran Emerson Dundee, Amelia Emerson, Daniel Emerson, Raymond Emerson, Jen Emerson, Ted Emerson, Tim Emerson, Aryeh Finklestein, Tom Benedickksen, Dr. Kim, Miggie Symonds, Steven Daniel Riggs, Cristina Hunnewell, Naomi Anderson, Louise Wilson, Bill Anderson,Gary Brown, Derek Campbell, Stanislav Kolar, June Beisch, Anna Brewer, Vickie Charlton, Harald Kiczka, Barbara Solowey, Zdenka Hauner, Geri Breen, Barbara Burke Hubbard, Doug Ballantine, and Jim Manley. Thanks also to the peripheral support of George Haralabopoulos, at the Rainbow Diner in Kerhonkson. Before easing out for his game of golf, George makes good poached eggs, of a morning. Double thanks to Cami Lien, for her print of two seagulls (in print edition), and to Miranda Massie, for permission to include her stanza in this work. | ||
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