Works in the Collection

A Taste of Olson

In Cold Hell, In Thicket
It Was. But it Ain't
This
Human Universe
A Foot is to Kick With
Call Me Ishmael
Projective Verse
Bagatto
The Moebius Strip
ABCs
A Lustrum for You, E.P.
La Preface
To Bet

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 kicker

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?

What's,

a poem?

It ain't dreamt until it walks   It talks   It spreads its green barrazza

Listen closely, folks, this poem comes to you by benefit of its own Irish green

bazoo. You take it, from here.

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.