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About

My name is Terrance, and I'm a 23-year-old father of two beautiful children. That's always the most important thing to tell, at least in my opinion. But for those of you who wonder what I do for a living, you'll be pleased to know that I am a freelance writer, and perhaps a poor one at that. But, I keep getting paid so that's always good news!

New Reading-Ish

I orderd a few new books of poetry. One of them, I know, is from a very good poet. The other one, I'm not sure about. The other one is a book from Partisan Press, a very small publisher. I have read some of this fella's poems, and I thought they were O.K. but nothing speacial. Once the book arrives, I'll let you know. 

Yusef Komunyakaa is the very good poet and a book he one a pulitzer prize for - Vernacular: New & Selected Poems 1977-1989 - is on its way. I'm not sure if the following poem appears in that book, but I wanted to share it anyway. I didn't end up getting a book read today, so I had to post something. 

Believing In Iron

The hills my brothers & I created
Never balanced, & it took years
To discover how the world worked.
We could look at a tree of blackbirds
& tell you how many were there,
But with the scrap dealer
Our math was always off.
Weeks of lifting & grunting
Never added up to much,
But we couldn't stop
Believing in iron.
Abandoned trucks & cars
Were held to the ground
By thick, nostalgic fingers of vines
Strong as a dozen sharecroppers.
We'd return with our wheelbarrow
Groaning under a new load, 
Yet tiger lilies lived better
In their languid, August domain.
Among paper & Coke bottles
Foundry smoke erased sunsets,
& we couldn't believe iron
Left men bent so close to the earth
As if the ore under their breath
Weighed down the gray sky.
Sometimes I dreamt how our hills
Washed into a sea of metal,
How it all became an anchor
For a warship or bomber
Out over trees with blooms
Too red to look at.



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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    February 25, 2009 at 7:09 PM  

    see this is why i dont read poetry

    what does this mean


    The hills my brothers & I created
    Never balanced, & it took years
    To discover how the world worked.
    We could look at a tree of blackbirds
    & tell you how many were there,
    But with the scrap dealer
    Our math was always off.

    ???? am I dumb? lol

    ~heather top

  • Blogger Proletariat says so:
    February 25, 2009 at 7:16 PM  

    Heather,

    "The hills my brothers & I created
    Never balance..." could mean a few different things. But after reading the poem in its entirety, I believe the poet was alluding to the mounds - hills - of iron they created, never balancing; or, never doing much for them.

    "We could look at a tree of blackbirds & tell you how many were there, but with the scrap dealer our math was always off" could mean the scrap dealer was screwing them out of money, or it could mean they thought their hard work was worth more.

    I could be wrong, but, to me, that's what the author is saying. top