Fragments of Epic Memory
for Sonia Farmer & Derek Walcott
about being depressed I must write
to connect and to rise
right here and cut off
focused upon remaining well
connected to me
to be able to connect with Walcott
not easy to put your best foot forth
faced with challenges and insufficient support
along with struggle to be well, to stay well
a lack of clean clothes
two pillow cases full, to walk to the wash house with
too heavy to carry easily, no one to assist me
though I know God is near
know he is able to send someone
it will work out, I know
but I feel cut off, depressed because of it
unfit to outfit myself quick, join the party
dinner and conversation with Walcott
a little too late, with insufficient nerves
to jump into the skipping rope, turning quick
stinging, biting, invited to bite in, jump in, join in
and I fear, I hold back, envy those who are a part
pretty enough when I need time
to prepare a face to meet the faces that we meet
every day people, every day like me
I step out without a second thought
but to encounter Walcott, need to spruce up,
doll up a little
out of step, when in step, in sync is require
to outpour poems
won't want to put down what won't last
won't want to waste time
are nerves in my body or in my brain broken
what pop, what drop, lights out, fridge off
unable to microwave beef hot dogs
to have on wheat bread
mustard to squeeze on,
squeeze out a lot of it
Walcott here and I'm not in touch with him
was this my opportunity to get acquainted
not much opportunity in Guyana,
at Carifesta recently
Sonia, what a motivation
what leadership she demonstrates
inspires me, will carry on where we leave off
she and I and others, with Walcott to advance
Naipaul to advance
that is if we are able
to get to the top of where they leave off, leave us
want to be ready, want to keep pace
nine books of Walcott, 7 left to be autographed
will he recall meeting me,
out front of Buddies International
in George Town, Guyana
or autographing his Fragments of Epic Memory
wonder if he read
On The Hinges of This Town
I gave him a copy of
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
1:20 a.m. 12.11.09
for Sonia Farmer & Derek Walcott
about being depressed I must write
to connect and to rise
right here and cut off
focused upon remaining well
connected to me
to be able to connect with Walcott
not easy to put your best foot forth
faced with challenges and insufficient support
along with struggle to be well, to stay well
a lack of clean clothes
two pillow cases full, to walk to the wash house with
too heavy to carry easily, no one to assist me
though I know God is near
know he is able to send someone
it will work out, I know
but I feel cut off, depressed because of it
unfit to outfit myself quick, join the party
dinner and conversation with Walcott
a little too late, with insufficient nerves
to jump into the skipping rope, turning quick
stinging, biting, invited to bite in, jump in, join in
and I fear, I hold back, envy those who are a part
pretty enough when I need time
to prepare a face to meet the faces that we meet
every day people, every day like me
I step out without a second thought
but to encounter Walcott, need to spruce up,
doll up a little
out of step, when in step, in sync is require
to outpour poems
won't want to put down what won't last
won't want to waste time
are nerves in my body or in my brain broken
what pop, what drop, lights out, fridge off
unable to microwave beef hot dogs
to have on wheat bread
mustard to squeeze on,
squeeze out a lot of it
Walcott here and I'm not in touch with him
was this my opportunity to get acquainted
not much opportunity in Guyana,
at Carifesta recently
Sonia, what a motivation
what leadership she demonstrates
inspires me, will carry on where we leave off
she and I and others, with Walcott to advance
Naipaul to advance
that is if we are able
to get to the top of where they leave off, leave us
want to be ready, want to keep pace
nine books of Walcott, 7 left to be autographed
will he recall meeting me,
out front of Buddies International
in George Town, Guyana
or autographing his Fragments of Epic Memory
wonder if he read
On The Hinges of This Town
I gave him a copy of
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
1:20 a.m. 12.11.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 1:43 AM
2 Comments:
ah brotha obi, i so relate, really i do... i won't be meeting him or hearing him or seeing him at all, so cut off am i... so sad too...
He should be brought to your house, Lynn, the way Holy Communion is taken to persons who are unable easily to get up to the communion rail.
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