2013/06/14

Battered by the Avalances and Private Tornadoes of Just Being a Gnome, or: Sixty Today, or: High Egoslavian Holy Day





David Thomas is sixty today. Have I ever mentioned that I love Pere Ubu in particular, all Thomas projects in general? Have I ever mentioned that Pere Ubu/Thomas Projects have one of three permanent spots in my Sillyass Deserted Island Five game? Of course I have. Do I play these same four songs on his birthday every year? Of course I do. The song below is this shitty blog's Theme Song Two. High Egoslavian Holy Day.











SHROUD OF THE GNOME

James Tate

And what amazes me is that none of our modern inventions
surprise or interest him, even a little. I tell him
it is time he got his booster shots, but then
I realize I have no power over him whatsoever.
He becomes increasingly light-footed until I lose sight
of him downtown between the federal building and
the post office. A registered nurse is taking her
coffee break. I myself needed a break, so I sat down
next to her at the counter. "Don't mind me," I said,
"I'm just a hungry little Gnostic in need of a sandwich."
(This old line of mine had met with great success
on any number of previous occasions.) I thought,
a deaf, dumb, and blind nurse, sounds ideal!
But then I remembered that some of the earliest
Paleolithic office workers also feigned blindness
when approached by nonoffice workers, so I paid my bill
and disappeared down an alley where I composed myself.
Amidst the piles of outcast citizenry and burning barrels
of waste and rot, the plump rats darting freely,
the havoc of blown newspapers, lay the little shroud
of my lost friend: small and gray and threadbare,
windworn by the ages of scurrying hither and thither,
battered by the avalanches and private tornadoes
of just being a gnome, but surely there were good times, too.
And now, rejuvenated by the wind, the shroud moves forward,
hesitates, dances sideways, brushes my foot as if for a kiss,
and flies upward, whistling a little-known ballad
about the pitiful, raw etiquette of the underworld.