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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Reading Merwin & Small Towns
I have to read Merwin in the mornings
when my mind is clear and there are no noises.
Reading him is like driving through a small town:
blink and you'll miss the universe.
I know from small towns, growing up in one
sans stoplights. Bike or skateboard could traverse
the town we knew by land and water.
What I learned about art came from
a fast-talking black man in the park
while we sat eating a box of Pop Tarts.
He expounded on photography and frames
and perspective. He poured himself into
a garage sale guitar, but had no business
or time for cars.
There was no school in the town where
I learned everything (not that I know anything).
Small towns and Merwin are maybe the same.
They contain everything. They hold the universe.
Blink at your own risk.