Get your hot poetry here, folks! I'm in a literary mood and in celebration of Mr Stephen Gyllenhaal's (Pops to us) first ever public reading tomorrow I thought it was time for an intellectual discussion again. Stephen's publisher Cantara made me feel like an extra special person by sending Claptrap: Notes from Hollywood to me in PDF form. I'm half way through it now and I haven't quite yet collaberated my thoughts but it's just kind of...electric.
I wasn't even sure what poem to pick out to post here, (the Jake one would be obvious but it's at the back and I haven't got that far yet). So, I've gone for the one that Jamie Lee Curtis picked out in her introduction. Plus I'm re-reading To Kill A Mockingbird at the moment and it reminds me of that in some ways.
It's not a big thing
when the BMW pulls over
silver blue and German grace
and the Guatemalan gardener adjusts his hip
along the nearby ridge
with his leaf blower and rake
half noting the pure white man inside
with his acceptable rock music
hands shivering over eyes
weeping til the cows come home
weeping for whatever nameless loss
back and forth with his machine
sweeps the rattling leaves
along a green back of Nichols Canyon
like a priest with incense.
So, get your specs on, sip on your Earl Grey and discuss!
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