After finishing up The Baseball Poem I'm dealing with another (different and successive) thing: Basketball. In particular, with Basketball's Kevin Garnett. For a number of reasons that I hope to define and explore within the writing itself.
Media usurped Classic. For the contemporary, the surging popularity of Jersey Shore, Dancing With The Stars, The OC, Twitter manifestos, Justin Bieber seems to have displaced relevance (for Duncan, Pound, Olson) of an Odysseus-type as idol-celebrity-hero. Odysseus is not, cannot be an agreed upon, or shared, facet of collective knowledge. There is no exchange centered around Odysseus now.
Since I am the chronicler, to wait
down the
statue's foam
where last I remember
a gold wood
a green earth enter it
so,
Ruthless head,
the skull is not a
delicate thing
Rims
enchant,
wingspan
and lightness
Last avian beauty,
he taking even hilltops.
I know the movements of a
them
small fists, pearls
of slut
opposition,
and your
rookies
sift
Old bedouin,
they're sifters
(Tell Bill I pursue the stolen
thing, the curve of the fit in
snares, a past hinged, the tree
its old branches that go out to
new leaves.)