Poem

[princebuster.livejournal.com]

Radio Thin Air

Keep the radio on softly
so it sounds like two people in the next
room, maybe
your parents, speaking calmly about something
important--a lock
of cash, the broken
cellar pump. Marconi believed
we are wrapped in voices, that waves
never die, merely space themselves
farther & farther apart,
passing through the ether he imagined
floating the planets. But wander
into the kitchen & no one
will be there, the tiny red eye of the radio, songs
that crawl through walls,
voices pulled from air. Marconi
wanted to locate the last song
the band on the deck of the Titanic played,
what Jesus said
on the cross, he kept dialing
the frequency, staring across the Atlantic,
his ear to the water,
there, can you hear it?

-Nick Flynn

Comments

[mixedupfiles.livejournal.com]

I love it, I love it

[inertiam.livejournal.com]

Damn.

Do you own any of Flynn's collections? Or a recommendation on one? I think he needs to go on my list.

[princebuster.livejournal.com]

I've read his memoir (Another Bullshit Night in Suck City), but not very much poetry of his. I found this poem on Amazon.com, of all places.

[inertiam.livejournal.com]

Hum. Well I'll have to look into him further then... or perhaps some casual greatpoets reader will notice the discussion and have further advice.

[inertiam.livejournal.com]

Awesome, thanks!

[princebuster.livejournal.com]

Right on.

[derbycommittee.livejournal.com]

this is awsome.

[skygypsy.livejournal.com]

oh wow love it

[petticoatlane.livejournal.com]

What everyone else said! Fabulous stuff, many thanks. :)