in the Collection
Taste of Olson
Cold Hell, In Thicket
Was. But it Ain't
Foot is to Kick With
Lustrum for You, E.P.
A FOOT IS TO KICK WITH
"Prosody is the articulation
of the total sound of a poem"
- It's got a kick in it What
a kicker Mid-field a 12 horse-power
- You got a kick? Go
tell it to City Hall
- It's as though you were
hearing for the first time--who knows what a poem
- ought to sound like? until
it's thar? And how do you get it thar except as
- you do--you, and nobody
else (who's a poet?
- a poem?
- It ain't dreamt until
it walks It talks It spreads its
- Listen closely, folks,
this poem comes to you by benefit of its own Irish green
- bazoo. You take it, from
- Think of what's possible--not
what's new, but what it's all about what
- about it's all what
all of a poem is. You think of it. You put down a word:
- how do you put down the
last word. How do you have the last word?
- Wow. Yes sir. The last
word. What intervenes, is the simplest But--
- You wave the first word.
And the whole thing follows. But--
- You follow it. With a
dog at your heels, a crocodile about to eat you at the
- end, and you with your
pack on your back trying to catch a butterfly.