The Sunday Poem: Joseph Bottone... And Then We're Drawn Away

"It was during this time I hitched a ride to California and stopped in Bernalillo, New Mexico where I read in the Placitas Village newspaper "The Sign Post" of a new community forming, gathered around Buckminster Fuller's geodesic domes, alternative communal housing. I decided to spend a few days….
During this time I met Larry Goodell and. . . he suggested we create a poetry magazine of New Mexican poets and named it "ORIENTAL BLUE STREAK"after the gas station I worked at part time and where this photo was taken.

Placitas then, was a stopping place, a Mecca of many sorts of seekers and pilgrims, artists, famous and notorious, wild people of a New Jerusalem, came and went, all gathered at the Thunderbird Bar where we danced, talked, shared ideas and dreams. The dear faces in the photo (Larry Goodell, Kell Robertson, Gene Frumkin, Bill Pearlman and others with myself standing at the pump) were some of the poets presented in the "Oriental Blue Streak Anthology", now a classic.



An adventure in a dream we so dearly loved."

  Joseph Bottone is the featured poet this morning at Sunday Chatter.





And Then We’re Drawn Away



Am I lost at sea or am I burning

Who can I ask in this sweet asylum of joyful craziness

Was that voice a night bird

Was what I saw real, another man’s loneliness
                  a rice cake, a stone?


A little grey fox comfortable in the daylight of our presence
trots towards the house now that we’re gone
                  ‘I can steal a bone or a rice cake’

And then other things happen
             and we’re drawn away





Poetry submissions are welcome.  Email theditchrider@gmail.com.

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Comment by Margaret Randall on January 27, 2013 at 8:29am

Absolutely wonderful poem, Joe: brief, full, perfect. Even more than just the poem, the poem with the photograph and introduction bring me back to a long ago time here when poetry settled in Placitas like it had come home. In 1964 I was living in Mexico City when Creeley invited me up to read in the village. It was magic. When you think about it, Placitas is one of the few places that has transformed itself with the years but retained poetry at its center. Some of the poets are gone now, but the Duende Poetry Series continues the great tradition.

Comment by Dee Cohen on January 27, 2013 at 3:16pm

HI Joe, Both the photo and the poem have the power to stop time. I really like how the words doubt themselves- could this have happened? But it did. And you were part of it. Thanks for sharing this. Dee

Comment by Don McIver on January 28, 2013 at 2:26pm

Really lovely, simple, yet complex poem.   So good to read this and hear you yesterday morning.

Don

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