a boots-on-the-ground view of the change that's a-foot

Saturday morning in Brattleboro, VT. It’s brightly sunny and blue and green. I’m still amazed daily at the natural vibrancy here. A community meal is being served outside the local food co-op. $5/plate for local burger, vegie kabob, potato salad, watermelon, chips, beverage and ice cream, all the same local goodness you get inside. Proceeds go to the local food shelter. A band plays a Jamaican beat and dogs wander around with their owners. I’ve been by twice today and the food keeps coming and the people keep talking.

In the middle of the festivities, a young man sits cross-legged on a bench, punching typewriter keys. Who uses a typewriter anymore?? I have to know more, so I move closer and then I see his small, faint sign that says, “POEMS. NAME YOUR TOPIC. NAME YOUR PRICE.

This is irresistible, right? So, i introduce myself, and ask for a $5 poem about ‘creative destruction’. He smiles largely, repeating the phrase thoughtfully and replies, “That’s right up my alley.” Of course, I knew that, somehow, and I tell him so. He instructs me to return in 10 minutes. I’m impressed already since I’ve never written anything worthwhile in less than 20.

When I come back, I ask him to read the poem to me, which he does happily. (Have I mentioned yet how happy people seem around here?).

I don’t know if I’m as much impressed as I am just happy about the whole experience and what it says to me. He gets it. All of us are starting to get it, right? I give him another $5, completely certain this is a $10 poem…and that there’s a lot to be happy about.

Here’s the poem —-

topic: creative destruction    by: michael hayden   July 11, 2009, 11:35am

the beauty of a thing is in its unknown, its underside,
its unmaking…

for instance, the song, as shown recently by rock and roll
and also jazz, even baroque…
themes build and establish pillar of harmony.
tension is incarnated and embellished.

themes returned, anew and revisited.

and then….
moments of sublime chaos, disaster, struggle for breath
it is then, the memory of melody grapples with
the inevitable decay of all,
train wheels crushing pennies
in joy, houses falling on mud cliffs

then, when nature of decay meets urges of order
in this there is a dance, of travesty and love.
and sometimes triumph, as song returns
transformed by the waterfalls, fires
and frenzies of time.

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2 Responses to “”

  1. Jolly ROger Says:

    Hooray for chaos!!
    Often what we see in Nature seems chaotic, but is the real Order. We spend/waste? so much time/energy creating a sense of order in our daily lives and material existence.
    I see it as a dance, whether a free-form expressive dance, or a formal ballet. And, as in the poem, countless analogies.
    An old saying says. “Nature bats last.”


  2. Ginger Yancey Says:

    Holy WOW!!
    That is an amazing poem. What an amazingly free-flowing creative guy. And so cool that this artist is contributing to the new music video biz of supporting other artisist in their creative (destructo!) efforts! I get the meaning of the new biz name on a deeper level. It is actually so zen …….or perhaps Tao?


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