photo by Eric Breitbard
_______________________________________________________
This Poem
This poem is incredible
You should immediately memorize it and tell it to all your friends
If you read this poem over and over
You will be better able to read and understand other poems
Any poem!
Life goes on and off
Death goes off and on
Shit happens
Just like in this poem
Which is like an elixir or vaccine
Sometimes this poem is like overhearing a conversation in the next yard
A moment of relaxation
In your otherwise busy day
Other times it’s more like thinking about something
Then thinking about something else
It never stops
Even when interrupted by a passing train
In that sense, this poem is immortal
In so far as it is always on the move
To no particular end
When you dream a poem
The poem is often odd
Weird, asyntactic or wild
This poem is totally normal
It teaches one how to live normally
Under the most abnormal of conditions
Put one foot in front of the other
Is how the ancestors put it
They even put it into this poem
So that anyone would be able to see what this poem of our life on earth is made of
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Kit Robinson is a Bay Area poet, writer, and musician. He is the author of Quarantina (Lavender Ink, 2022), Thought Balloon (Roof, 2019), Leaves of Class (Chax, 2017), Marine Layer (BlazeVOX, 2015), and 20 other books of poetry. His essays on poetics, art, travel, and music appear online at Jacket2, Open Space and Nowhere. He plays Cuban tres guitar in the charanga band Calle Ocho.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Autobiography, collage by Ray DiPalma ca. 2015
Oh yes, a perfect poetic summation of our human (kind)
and the poem is so happy to be a part of this.
Also LOVE THE ART TP
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | November 20, 2022 at 11:36 AM
"This poem is totally normal
It teaches one how to live normally."
I've got to re-read it!
Quite a collage, too.
Posted by: David Lehman | November 20, 2022 at 12:30 PM
Thanks, Grace. Ray DiPalma was a good friend & poet who also made a lot of collages. He died in 2016 at age 72.
Posted by: Terence Winch | November 20, 2022 at 12:34 PM
Love it! Meta-powered elevating reminds me of Bob Flanagan's "Fear of Poetry" -- thanx Kit and Terence!
Posted by: Jack Skelley | November 20, 2022 at 12:45 PM
delightful poem and artwork, thanks kit and ray, and for making it happen here: terence,
Posted by: lally | November 20, 2022 at 12:46 PM
Kit rules!
Posted by: Maureen | November 20, 2022 at 01:17 PM
Put one foot before another then turn around and do it again
and again. Then begin once more putting one foot in front
of its neighbor, in your back garden, across the fence
so he or she can see you stepping and will then copy
you, roger this, roger that, as will the next neighbor
down the line, until the whole community, subdivision,
gated or not gated, will be stepping in line
and forever in tune with the poem of Kit Robinson.
Thank you
Indran
Posted by: Indran Amirthanayagam | November 20, 2022 at 01:18 PM
Michael: Thanks for the comment.
Posted by: Terence Winch | November 20, 2022 at 01:59 PM
Jack: Thanks for the comment.
Posted by: Terence Winch | November 20, 2022 at 02:08 PM
This comment is amazing.
Posted by: Bernard Welt | November 20, 2022 at 02:10 PM
Bernard: No---it's extraordinary.
Posted by: Terence Winch | November 20, 2022 at 02:23 PM
Well done Kit and Terence! Good to smile.
Posted by: Beth J. | November 20, 2022 at 02:38 PM
Thanks for the comment, Beth.
Posted by: Terence Winch | November 20, 2022 at 02:45 PM
I agree: this poem is incredibly credible, as somme of our newscasters insist on saying of one report or another. The riddle of how the mind IS a poet whether it wants to be or not. I do say this poem constantly just by being a human critter and having thoughts that may occasionally be expressed in words but often not in words.
Posted by: clarinda harriss | November 20, 2022 at 03:23 PM
this poem, to be recalled in silence, somehow spoken in silence, even when the tintinnabulation or the tinnitus appears to interfere still we do hear: this poem
Posted by: Bill Nevins | November 20, 2022 at 04:04 PM
love the idea that this poem is like a vaccine!
Terrific piece, Kit!
Posted by: Gloria Frym | November 20, 2022 at 04:36 PM
This poem knocks it out of the park: going...going...gone!
Posted by: Alan Bernheimer | November 20, 2022 at 07:50 PM
This poem and drawing probably win the award for Best Comments.
Posted by: David Lehman | November 21, 2022 at 11:36 AM
A wonderful poem by a wonderful poet!
Posted by: Tom Mandel | November 21, 2022 at 01:44 PM
The ancestors, near the end of this fascinating poem, give us the interpretive clue we need: "Put one foot in front of the other." A foot is a means of walking through life, of living this life, but it is also an element of poetic rhythm. This double meaning of foot allows our life to be this poem. It is a life that goes from generation to generation, and can thus be termed immortal. The poet seems to reassure us about this approach through his compressing the two senses of foot in the lovely phrase "this poem of our life on earth."
Posted by: Peter Kearney | November 21, 2022 at 09:01 PM