NEW STRATEGIES FOR
MAKING LIFE HOLY
--Zev
Shanken
We grew out of that one
never out growing it
and that became problem's way
to practice. Oh,
Zev,
that
you took me
to meet Jay Greenspan
sits with me this morning
before the Falls behind
the fence, calligraphy
emerging from mist,
that word Keats loved.
The first thing I do
opening
If I Try To Be Like Him, Who Will Be Like Me?
is read Al Het, after looking a long time
at the cover, Beautiful Thing, looking at it
for a long time, asking for its permission
to open, asking its blessing as a way
of asking
permission to enter
perhaps
opening myself
as well, a
ticket
to
be transported--
Bless my stupefaction
And the second thing--the second thing
is to look for is The Night Hillary Lost
overjoyed that first night you sent it
in an E-Mail--memorizing it and passing
it on to friends in letters--you've re-vised the poem,
no
matter--did you soften Leslie's words?
the thing is, you got out of the car and walked home.
I was so happy to find it on paper
and in this
beautiful thing of a book
and next-but-not-next, because
it
all takes place
in
the same breath
is to look for Leonard Cohen, he did it better, but only better,
and by now,
I'm giggling like Karen does
so
much better than me
and I feel good
I won't be your shield. These are chilly days for Tel Aviv.
River-running poems. Your Ken Koch poem--
so much better than the man you call out at the Station.
Israel, the idea was to become holy.
Your book is an archeological mound.
Jay Greenspan is inside your name, tattooed, on the cover.
from here and forever,
Jim
13 February 2019
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