National Poetry Month: Simon Perchik from Hands Collected

handscoll   Over the years, I’ve had numerous conversations with other poets, and more than often, Simon’s name is mentioned. His poems are staggering in volume, unique in voice and perspective, jarring, earthly devoted, and remarkably lovely. As a nod to his oeuvre, I constructed a poem, utilizing only the first lines of a Simon Perchik poem, including the title (also, a Perchik first line). Here is the entire poem: They were reaching for their mother’s breath Wherever I turn the air needs water and in the dark my pillow, abandoned stone, stone, stone, not a drop again, the sky rubbing against my legs all the pieces must be found, make this cup half ecstasy, half adrift With those hefty walls a bank even this tree :a stranglehold And the dead can’t wait, they crouch as if its stream would slow What a long way- they know this bridge as if before its crash (all words excerpted from Simon Perchik’s Hands Collected: The Books of Poems (1949-1999) (only first lines used to construct entire poem, including title) And today, April 8th, I read Simon Perchik for National Poetry Month: Robert Vaughan reads Simon Perchik’s poem, * from Hands Collected – YouTube When is the last time you took a train? Had an unexpected picnic? Read a poem that took your breath away?        ]]>

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