Saturday
Jul. 19, 2003
Gray Rain
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Poem: "Gray
Rain," by John
Engman from Temporary Help (Holy Cow! Press).
Gray Rain
The rain falls with you in mind.
But when the rain stops and the clouds break,
letting in a little sunshine
dedicated to the memory of Vladimir Mayakovsky,
bluebirds in the trees begin singing,
"Who is Vladimir Mayakovsky?"
You want to run out and yell into the trees
that he was a famous Russian poet who was persecuted
for harmless ideas, like poetry and peace,
but somebody would complain,
somebody call the police.
You are no Vladimir Mayakovsky!
You are a man who works downtown,
who wears a dark tie and white shirt.
Are there too many ideas like you in the universe?
Are all these tall buildings
obsessed with the same thought-
man in dark tie and white shirt,
man in dark tie and white shirt,
man in dark tie and white shirt?
Are all these tall buildings no smarter
than trees which keep repeating-
sway in the breeze, drop leaves, grow them back,
sway in the breeze, drop leaves, grow them back?
You are no Vladimir Mayakovsky
but you have been fruitful and multiplied
and made a general mess of things
although you believe that Earth will survive:
you hope to save mountains,
hope to save prairies,
hope to save seas.
You hope bluebirds will not be persecuted for their beliefs:
they should be allowed to live and keep singing.
You sit quietly at a small desk
in a dark tie and white shirt.
Vladimir Mayakovsky wore a blue beret
and in 1930 he blew his brains out,
leaving behind an unfinished poem
and the blue beret.
When the rain begins to fall again
it falls with you in mind but bluebirds
keep singing to no one in particular,
"Who is Vladimir Mayakovsky?"
Literary Notes:
On this day in 1799, Napoleon's soldiers discovered the
Rosetta Stone.
They were knocking down a wall in the town of Rosetta, near Alexandria, Egypt,
and they found the tablet inscribed with a proclamation honoring Ptolomy V.
It is written in three languages: hieroglyphic, demotic, and Greek. It was the
key to cracking the code of Egyptian hieroglyphics. It's now on display at the
British Museum in London.
It's the birthday of the French novelist and playwright Robert Pinget, born in Switzerland (1919). He is best known to Americans for his novel The Inquisitory (1962), a book made up entirely of the interrogation of an old deaf man who has witnessed a crime.
It's the birthday of the painter Edgar Degas, born in Paris, France (1834). He became part of the French Impressionist crowd, which included Claude Monet, Pissarro, Morisot, and Renoir, and they all discussed art, helped each other set up shows, and took painting excursions. But Edgar only liked to paint in his studio, where he worked very slowly and with detailed practice sketches. He once said, "Art was never less spontaneous than mine."
It's the birthday of the Russian poet Vladimir
Mayakovsky, born in Bagdadi, Georgia, Russia (1893). He wanted to become
an artist, but when he was thrown in jail for reading Marxist literature he
started writing poetry. He became the poetic voice of the 1917 Russian Revolution.
When he lost a love and couldn't handle his critics any longer, he shot himself
at the age of thirty-seven.
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