My poem is coming out in the anthology, Another London, to be published by Harmonia Press this fall. It’s only the second time I’ve ever submitted a poem for publication. The first time was about 25 years ago, to Descant Magazine, which sent back a letter saying they would publish it if I would just cut out some of the fat first. I could see what they meant but never got around to it, or to ever trying to get another poem published until now.
Why now? Because I couldn’t resist the idea of this anthology, and I can’t wait to get my copy. Imagine: an extremely diverse group of poems written by a very diverse assortment of poets, all about this one small city, and living in it! How could anyone not want to read that?
My poem is a description of my experience taking part in the Guerrilla Poetry aspect of last November’s Words Festival of the Creative and Literary Arts. Tom Cull, who has just now become the city’s new Poet Laureate, created this very weird, strange and scary (for such a shy person as me) event. Four little groups of readers ventured out on the streets of downtown London to startle unprepared pedestrians with poetry. My group contained Tom, Andy Verboom (who is now a member of London Open Mic’s organizing committee), and a wonderful, humourous reader named Aileen House.
Prior to the event, two Facebook friends, Donald Brackett and Al Broudy, suggested I read Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and so I did, two poems called Dog and Underwear. They were perfect for the situation. I had never read Ferlinghetti before and one of the pleasures of the event for me was reading a lot of his poems in advance, as well as ones by other poets I had never touched before. Reading them casually, just to see if they would be appropriate, instead of tackling their intricacies and profundities with as much mental force and energy as I could muster, which is my normal reading strategy, allowed me to just enjoy them, to let them sneak up on me and go, “BOO!” So now I read poetry like that all the time, on my first reading, and then bear down on the second. Big lesson.
Plus, I and my shyness survived doing it.
I AM STANDING ON A CRATE READING LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI
I am here now. This
is no longer an alternate future, or someone else's.
I am stretched up tight on this crate
looking down at these
slow-moving bodies,
my spine hard against
the stone edge
of Starbuck's window wall,
buffeted by wind and buses
that bellow around this cold corner--
this dark Richmond and Dundas
where I would not be.
Yet I am only two barefoot beatnik blocks down
from City Lights Book Shop
nicely named for Ferlinghetti's own,
in Frisco way back then.
And now up on the crate I too am wearing
that F-beard in which he preached to his
beat colleagues passion
for all these dead poor
these no fame no friends
these leaning here into the slow tide of the block
drifting through time's
pool out of jail for a while
getting by as if free
maybe trying
to like each other or one or some.
I am calm standing on this crate,
wearing this body here now
like someone else's or no one's--
and anyway no one looks at me; my eyes
are always in the book, my ears on my sonorous
voice; and elsewhere
with Ferlinghetti
enticing his empathetic, liberal
poet friends:
"Let's go
Come on
Let's go
Empty out our pockets
and disappear,
Missing all our appointments..."
No one hears.
And these, with no appointments
to miss, don't care.
His friends aren't here.
Even so, we few crate poets
yes we have left our safe homes
our cars in the overnight lots
our cell phones in our pockets
and like Ferlinghetti we do our hour
up on our soap boxes
dropping loud words
down into the block.
Why now? Because I couldn’t resist the idea of this anthology, and I can’t wait to get my copy. Imagine: an extremely diverse group of poems written by a very diverse assortment of poets, all about this one small city, and living in it! How could anyone not want to read that?
My poem is a description of my experience taking part in the Guerrilla Poetry aspect of last November’s Words Festival of the Creative and Literary Arts. Tom Cull, who has just now become the city’s new Poet Laureate, created this very weird, strange and scary (for such a shy person as me) event. Four little groups of readers ventured out on the streets of downtown London to startle unprepared pedestrians with poetry. My group contained Tom, Andy Verboom (who is now a member of London Open Mic’s organizing committee), and a wonderful, humourous reader named Aileen House.
Prior to the event, two Facebook friends, Donald Brackett and Al Broudy, suggested I read Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and so I did, two poems called Dog and Underwear. They were perfect for the situation. I had never read Ferlinghetti before and one of the pleasures of the event for me was reading a lot of his poems in advance, as well as ones by other poets I had never touched before. Reading them casually, just to see if they would be appropriate, instead of tackling their intricacies and profundities with as much mental force and energy as I could muster, which is my normal reading strategy, allowed me to just enjoy them, to let them sneak up on me and go, “BOO!” So now I read poetry like that all the time, on my first reading, and then bear down on the second. Big lesson.
Plus, I and my shyness survived doing it.
I AM STANDING ON A CRATE READING LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI
I am here now. This
is no longer an alternate future, or someone else's.
I am stretched up tight on this crate
looking down at these
slow-moving bodies,
my spine hard against
the stone edge
of Starbuck's window wall,
buffeted by wind and buses
that bellow around this cold corner--
this dark Richmond and Dundas
where I would not be.
Yet I am only two barefoot beatnik blocks down
from City Lights Book Shop
nicely named for Ferlinghetti's own,
in Frisco way back then.
And now up on the crate I too am wearing
that F-beard in which he preached to his
beat colleagues passion
for all these dead poor
these no fame no friends
these leaning here into the slow tide of the block
drifting through time's
pool out of jail for a while
getting by as if free
maybe trying
to like each other or one or some.
I am calm standing on this crate,
wearing this body here now
like someone else's or no one's--
and anyway no one looks at me; my eyes
are always in the book, my ears on my sonorous
voice; and elsewhere
with Ferlinghetti
enticing his empathetic, liberal
poet friends:
"Let's go
Come on
Let's go
Empty out our pockets
and disappear,
Missing all our appointments..."
No one hears.
And these, with no appointments
to miss, don't care.
His friends aren't here.
Even so, we few crate poets
yes we have left our safe homes
our cars in the overnight lots
our cell phones in our pockets
and like Ferlinghetti we do our hour
up on our soap boxes
dropping loud words
down into the block.
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Aileen House · 10 mutual friends
How wonderful is this? Feel all the love!
Unlike · Reply · 3 · 6 August at 22:07
Linda Eva Williams Love it, Stan.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:16
Stan Burfield Great! I'm glad.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 22:16
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Barbara Green Yep, me too. What a great first poem to have published, and a great memory, too.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:27
Stan Burfield :)
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:31
Meredith Moeckel Great one dear Stan! Can't wait to see more :)
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:40
Tina Pickard Excellent work Stan....
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 23:12
Lynn Tait You have done so much for poets, poetry and the literary community of London. This is good news. May this be one of many of your poems, to be published.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:41
Stan Burfield Ha ha. Thanks, Lynn. Well, when I pass the open mic on to others, I'm going to start working harder on my own stuff.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 23:42
Lynn Tait You will find there is soooo much to explore in the world of poetry regarding concentrating on your own work!
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:44
Stan Burfield Yes, I imagine it's a common problem.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:45
Stan Burfield In my case, the mental state needed for social organizing seems to make it extremely difficult to be creative.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:52 · Edited
Lynn Tait Weeeeeeell..... I don't look at as a problem, more an interesting exploration that keeps the creative juices flowing.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:53
Stan Burfield I see that in your poetry for sure.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 23:54
Lynn Tait Stan Burfield; Thank you for noticing! Then you know you too have a lot to work with creatively - you just have to release it :-)
Like · Reply · 7 August at 00:00
Stan Burfield Yeah, it's the anxiety that gets in the way. And the constant responsibility. But it's been easing up lately. I'm not as shy, or as anxious. So we'll see.
Like · Reply · 2 · 7 August at 00:02
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Patricia Black That's terrific Stan.
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 7 August at 00:23
Donald Brackett Excellent work Stan! Kudos to youdos. It takes guts to be a poet.
Like · Reply · 7 August at 11:09
Stan Burfield Well, i've got plenty of guts. Ha ha.
Like · Reply · 3 · 7 August at 12:58 · Edited
Danny Wootton Awesome Stan!!!!!
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 7 August at 13:57
Aldous Richards Very nice, Stan. This is sure to be the first of many to be published. :-)
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 8 August at 00:15
Aileen House · 10 mutual friends
How wonderful is this? Feel all the love!
Unlike · Reply · 3 · 6 August at 22:07
Linda Eva Williams Love it, Stan.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:16
Stan Burfield Great! I'm glad.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 22:16
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Barbara Green Yep, me too. What a great first poem to have published, and a great memory, too.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:27
Stan Burfield :)
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:31
Meredith Moeckel Great one dear Stan! Can't wait to see more :)
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 22:40
Tina Pickard Excellent work Stan....
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 23:12
Lynn Tait You have done so much for poets, poetry and the literary community of London. This is good news. May this be one of many of your poems, to be published.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:41
Stan Burfield Ha ha. Thanks, Lynn. Well, when I pass the open mic on to others, I'm going to start working harder on my own stuff.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 23:42
Lynn Tait You will find there is soooo much to explore in the world of poetry regarding concentrating on your own work!
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:44
Stan Burfield Yes, I imagine it's a common problem.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:45
Stan Burfield In my case, the mental state needed for social organizing seems to make it extremely difficult to be creative.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:52 · Edited
Lynn Tait Weeeeeeell..... I don't look at as a problem, more an interesting exploration that keeps the creative juices flowing.
Like · Reply · 6 August at 23:53
Stan Burfield I see that in your poetry for sure.
Like · Reply · 1 · 6 August at 23:54
Lynn Tait Stan Burfield; Thank you for noticing! Then you know you too have a lot to work with creatively - you just have to release it :-)
Like · Reply · 7 August at 00:00
Stan Burfield Yeah, it's the anxiety that gets in the way. And the constant responsibility. But it's been easing up lately. I'm not as shy, or as anxious. So we'll see.
Like · Reply · 2 · 7 August at 00:02
Write a reply...
Patricia Black That's terrific Stan.
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 7 August at 00:23
Donald Brackett Excellent work Stan! Kudos to youdos. It takes guts to be a poet.
Like · Reply · 7 August at 11:09
Stan Burfield Well, i've got plenty of guts. Ha ha.
Like · Reply · 3 · 7 August at 12:58 · Edited
Danny Wootton Awesome Stan!!!!!
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 7 August at 13:57
Aldous Richards Very nice, Stan. This is sure to be the first of many to be published. :-)
Unlike · Reply · 1 · 8 August at 00:15
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