Thursday, February 18, 2010
Joshua Marie Wilkinson reads his poem from day 41
Poem for Barack Obama
Ten envelopes & forty-thousand a
day to go—so here’s mine. Funny
to think we thought you’d read
our blog. Forfeiting, tanked
villains on the twitter, & your
coin face on some 1-800
supplies while they last. It’s not that
everything got weirder,
it’s weird that we’re already
used by it.
So, let’s see: Have you put
the wars to bed? Did you do
all of our homework?
I know it sounds stupid here, but
I’m sorry your friends aren’t to
call you up anymore. There’s no way
to talk to you directly, I guess,
so I’ll evince that.
It’s a poem. (Actually, see Hughson’s
Tavern if you want to break all the way down
for an evening.)
Since you left town, some
good things have happened:
Rae Armantrout got famous. Noah
got a job. Johannes’s comments on
Harriet are still better than tv. Tuned
Droves dropped, and it’s haunted.
Even Spicer’s Collected went platinum,
so the ocean’s not so tough after all.
Maybe your assistants can help you with
the references. It’s just a poem. That’s
part of its work to point to other shit. Of
course we want to hear about your kids’ dog.
Joshua Marie Wilkinson (Chicago, IL) was born and raised in Seattle. He is the author of four collections of poems, most recently The Book of Whispering in the Projection Booth. A new anthology of poetry, conversations, and poetics, called 12 x 12 and co-edited with Christina Mengert, is just out. He was in Grant Park on election night.
Originally posted on March 1, 2009.
Click here for an MP3 of this reading.
Posted by Arielle Greenberg & Rachel Zucker at 2:10 PM