Thursday
Feb. 20, 2003
The Loneliness of the 100-Meter Dash Man
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Poem: "The Loneliness of the 100-Meter Dash Man," by David Wagoner from The House of Song (University of Illinois Press).
The Loneliness of the 100-Meter Dash Man
Crouching, he puts the stiffened tips of his fingers
Down on the starting line and braces
The cleats under his toes
Against the springboards
Of starting-blocks and begins
Listening hard
To the Ready, the Get Set,
And the first tremor
From his eardrums through both hammers and anvils
To the ganglions of his conglomerate
Skeleton and its collateral
Balancing rods and pinions for the explosion
Of their propellants blurring him into motion,
The clenched fists becoming fins, everything
Joining now to carry the skull and torso
Directly forward to where he wants to go
(Which is obvious) as quickly and evenly
As is humanly possible, and almost instantly
He's bowing to the horizontal tape
Which breaks and falls. It was there
All along, the limit of every gesture
He wanted to make, and it's gone, flying
Aside as if it might as well be
Lying on the ground, rumpled
And disconnected, marking no particular place,
Trash to be wadded and stuffed
Out of sight later, and the dash man
Has slowed to a loose-limbed dance,
To a shaky aimlessness, his face
No longer strained into ripples
Like the leading edge of a wing in a wind
Of his own creation. To have it all
Be over so suddenly, so abruptly,
So completely, when he had so much more
In him to offer-he has hardly
Anything to remember. His body is still wanting
To go on, his mind still racing. What can he be
Now between the time
He discovers he's first or second
Or third or out of the running
And the next time he decides whether he'll fall
To his knees again on cinders
And try once more or whether he'll take a seat
With the rest somewhere alone and watch others
Dashing from start to finish?
It's the birthday of photographer Ansel Adams, was born in San Francisco, California (1902). He was famous for his black and white photographs of Yosemite National Park. He was also a passionate environmentalist. To Ansel Adams, a person was either in favor of preserving the environment, or against it; there was no middle ground.
It's the birthday of playwright and producer Russel Crouse, born in Findlay, Ohio in 1893. He was the partner of Howard Lindsay. Lindsay and Crouse wrote the librettos for many musicals over thirty years, starting with Anything Goes for Cole Porter in 1934.
It's the birthday of the film director Robert Altman, born in Kansas City (1925). In 1957 he co-produced The James Dean Story, which did poorly in the box offices, but won the attention of Alfred Hitchcock, who got Altman's foot in the door in the television world. His breakthrough movie was M.A.S.H (1970), followed by Nashville (1975) and, most recently, Gosford Park (2002). Altman said about Hollywood, "This big store, they sell shoes, and I make gloves."
It's the birthday of Japanese novelist Shiga
Naoya, born in Sendai, Japan, in 1883. Shiga's masterpiece was an epic
novel titled A Dark Night Passing (1937), which chronicles the life and
death of a common Japanese man. It took Shiga sixteen years, between 1921 and
1937, to write the 400-plus page book.
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