I Used To Loiter Endlessly

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Dean J. Baker - Poetry, and prose poems

I haven’t felt good forever
I’m not going to tell you about it
outside the realms of poetry
and the women
plus the rhythms of music, there
isn’t actually anyone who cares
to hear the sad dystopian tale
of an artistic loneliness since you
decided we share the same problem
but separately

not all of this could be known
not all of this could be known together
not any of this would be shown
by the solitary sharing
the fact that somewhere along
the way
a passenger fell off the train
beside the river I have not visited since
when I used to loiter endlessly
on the lookout for the arrival of beauty

© Dean Baker

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Dean J. Baker - Poetry, and prose poems

These are the days of holy rage; the nights, of broken thunder. The numberless
specific insanities that pull your mind right under. Total potentiality.
You know, don’t you? Who can’t gain weight, ain’t got no appetite yet bloats enthrall.
Vanishing invisibly, I can’t sleep at night and before evening’s day I am all awake.

Where drunks stumble and lurch; slur my daylight mind in ancient doorways, forever with us. Of course, it’s everyone except you. Fear being another tightrope.
So I shall disappear. The jewels of truth light my way through empty towns, streets.
There are no deals. I left everything behind that would not touch my sunken eyes. In this I am blind, the wounded thief.

Who would be the orphan and limping stepchild, ascribed with insulting logic? Hadn’t I assumed the debt that was once always my badge and refuge? I did not want these signs of genius…

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Failure To Communicate

Dean J. Baker - Poetry, and prose poems

I did not know
Until you walked away
That what carries you
Goes behind, a traitor

I did not introduce myself
I did not propose
An illicit meeting
Nor that you and I marry

I sat in the soft
Southern breeze later
And mourned my loss
Your perfect ass

I could pinch myself

©Dean Baker

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Phuque… from Petty Gods Of Apparent Decline

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Fuck politics, news and our bullshit culture –
liars, thieves and one-trick ponies,
people dumb enough to rent space in their heads
to the corrupt in literature and academia

Congratulate themselves on disinterest, an
endless tribute to Helen Keller
wallowing in the logorrheic effluvia that passes
for praised independence never experienced

The whirlwind dust corporate
sway, plague of lust as such become
customary hope and prayer:
flag of the stupid few always for sale where

Power, greed and contrivance ever rule
amongst the egotist diviners of nothing new

©Dean Baker

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‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

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Alden Nowlan – Greatness in Poetry

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Alden Nowlan is one of those poets whom I never got to meet, and always wish I’d been able to do so.

I first saw one of his poems when I was in high school. And as with that poem, his other poems: they always evoke, a ‘yes!,’ about honesty and the truth of things. Always memorable. You’ll find them repeating themselves at the least expected moments.
The poem that first struck me was his ‘Aunt Jane.’

Aunt Jane

Aunt Jane, of whom I dreamed the nights it
thundered,
was dead at ninety, buried at a hundred.
We kept her corpse a decade, hid upstairs,
where it ate porridge, slept and said its prayers.

And every night before I went to bed
they took me in to worship with the dead.
Christ Lord, if I should die before I wake,
I pray thee Lord my body take.

 

©Alden Nowlan

Just to be sitting in your own world and to have 8 lines smack you awake out of the blue, away from your concerns and take you to revelation so quickly, so easily, and with such delight – amazing.

But Alden has many, many poems of the kind that do so – surprising in their humility, strength and understanding. His are the works you could carry in a small book with you and find sustaining every time you looked.
He covers history, patriotism, and more all in a beautiful way.

One other:

Canadian January Night

Ice storm: the hill
a pyramid of black crystal
down which the cars
slide like phosphorescent beetles
while I, walking backwards in obedience
to the wind, am possessed
of the fearful knowledge
my compatriots share
but almost never utter:
this is a country
where a man can die
simply from being
caught outside.

©Alden Nowlan

 

Brilliant work.

And from Alden Nowlan, Selected Poems

A Poem About Miracles

Why don’t records go blank
the instant the singer dies?
Oh, I know there are explanations,
but they don’t convince me.
I’m still surprised
when I hear the dead singing.
As for orchestras,
I expect the instruments
to fall silent one by one
as the musicians succumb
to cancer and heart disease
so that toward the end
I turn on a disc
labelled Götterdämmerung
and all that comes out
is the sound of one sick old man
scraping a shaky bow
across and out-of-tune fiddle.

 

©Alden Nowlan

These poems of Alden’s are a few of the good, and representative of his best. You need the book to even begin to get an awareness of his greatness.
Robert Frost may be more well known, but for me Alden wins the laurels.

© Dean J. Baker

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