Oh Lee (A Poem For Lee Ranaldo)

Moshe · 06.10.2008, 11:02 PM

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Oh Lee

So, I'm looking at publishers for two books of poetry that I've completed. I still have to make the artwork for the illustrations, but I thought I'd give you a peek at some of the poems on Tuesdays. This one was written in honor of my greatest hero Lee Ranaldo from Sonic Youth. To me, he's right up there with Ginsburg and Kerouac; the last great beat poet of the 20th century. Lee's poetry has inspired me since I was, oh, like 14 years old.

Oh Lee (A Poem For Lee Ranaldo)
by Alison Welsh

Oh Lee,

How does this
Wind ride to
You
On a late night
Clawing onto
Morning
Like I claw
And clutch
To words and such
That I'm sure
You wrote
With my mind
In your mind
Even if it came more
Writer to reader
Than lover to lover
At Conception,
Maturity,
And Passing.

In a dim-lit art-house
I wonder over checkers
At your punctuation particulars
A beat late
Left-over
From a great
Generation with minds
"Starving, hysterical
Naked"
How you didn't starve
Eventhough you give us
Naked in strings
And strange noise-things
Whose poise a norm
For taking Granted?

Oh Lee,
See this strangle-mangle
And take it in full-fist form
As a punch from
A word-pool storm
Leaking out tears for all
Those who can't peel
Back a phrase
And soak in
Full Forum!

Posted by Alison at 10:32 AM

06.10.2008, 11:02 PM	#1
Moshe Super Moderator Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 5,896	http://thesub-rosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-lee.html Tuesday, June 10, 2008 Oh Lee So, I'm looking at publishers for two books of poetry that I've completed. I still have to make the artwork for the illustrations, but I thought I'd give you a peek at some of the poems on Tuesdays. This one was written in honor of my greatest hero Lee Ranaldo from Sonic Youth. To me, he's right up there with Ginsburg and Kerouac; the last great beat poet of the 20th century. Lee's poetry has inspired me since I was, oh, like 14 years old. Oh Lee (A Poem For Lee Ranaldo) by Alison Welsh Oh Lee, How does this Wind ride to You On a late night Clawing onto Morning Like I claw And clutch To words and such That I'm sure You wrote With my mind In your mind Even if it came more Writer to reader Than lover to lover At Conception, Maturity, And Passing. In a dim-lit art-house I wonder over checkers At your punctuation particulars A beat late Left-over From a great Generation with minds "Starving, hysterical Naked" How you didn't starve Eventhough you give us Naked in strings And strange noise-things Whose poise a norm For taking Granted? Oh Lee, See this strangle-mangle And take it in full-fist form As a punch from A word-pool storm Leaking out tears for all Those who can't peel Back a phrase And soak in Full Forum! Posted by Alison at 10:32 AM
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