A Creeley Kind of Day

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Is it possible that I didn’t steal this Creeley photo from Kasey? Or this poem from Ploughshares? Is it possible you might enjoy them both, whether borrowed, begged, or stolen?

Old Story

from The Diary of Francis Kilvert

One bell wouldn’t ring loud enough.
So they beat the bell to hell, Max,
with an axe, show it who’s boss,
boss. Me, I dreamt I dwelt in
someplace one could relax
but I was wrong, wrong, wrong.
You got a song, man, sing it.
You got a bell, man, ring it.

7 Responses to “A Creeley Kind of Day”

  1. Lars Palm Says:
    December 1st, 2005 at 8:51 pm eIn the photo, I think the dog is cooler than Creeley. As for the poem, theft is a beautiful thing in the arts, why not make your own thing from it. When I get home tonight after being beaten at pool & hopefully drinking a little too much beer, I’ll make some kind of other poem out of it & post it in the morning. It would be fun to see what you would do.
  2. Didi Says:
    December 2nd, 2005 at 2:04 am eI love that photo of him. That is the one I used to do his portrait.

    d.

  3. Amy King Says:
    December 2nd, 2005 at 2:10 am eHe reminds me of Eddie Berrigan there.

    I accept your challenge, Lars! And thanks for it …

    Where is your Creeley portrait, Didi? Can you post a link?

  4. Didi Says:
    December 2nd, 2005 at 2:16 am ehttp://www.cafepress.com/americanpoet.16616041
  5. patry Says:
    December 2nd, 2005 at 5:27 am eAny day that includes Creeley has to be a pretty damn good one. Thanks for the
    photo and the poem.
  6. Lars Palm Says:
    December 2nd, 2005 at 12:41 pm eJust posted my Creeley poem.

    & thanks for including me among the poet-types.

  7. Lissa Says:
    December 2nd, 2005 at 6:20 pm eOld Cantankerous

    from The Diary of 3 a.m. Wake Up Calls

    Two cats couldn’t meow loud enough.
    So the third cat drowned them out, Scout,
    with a yeowl, show ‘em who’s top cat,
    cat. Me, I thought I laid in
    some bed I could sleep in
    but I was dreaming, dreaming, dreamt.
    You got an old furry friend, mate, love it.
    You got an old cranky cat, mate, loathe it.

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