Nice shoes

December 30th, 2005 by Sommer

Okay, okay. Somebody’s got to fill the language arts quota here, give a little “tell” to all of you designers’ “show.” So I’ll write about what I know–pomes.

Before anyone nods off, they truly need to read some Bob Hicok. Seriously. He is the blue collar poet that doesn’t write about being blue collar. He is Charles Bukowski sans sexism. I love him because he admits he doesn’t write every day, because when someone asks what he does, he responds, “Nice shoes,” and because he was an automotive die designer until someone thought plain language was sexy and made him professor of creative writing. I love him because he didn’t publish a book until he was way over 30 (gives me hope). And finally, I love him for the opening stanzas of his poem “The Religious Impulse,” which is posted below. Check out more of his pomes here.

What do you think of the bible?

-I own one or two, don’t read them, I enjoy
turning the pages, the paper thin as slices
of garlic.

Garlic slices are thicker than that.

-Slices of cloud.

Though it would be cool, cooking with the bible.
When someone asked you, how’s the spaghetti, you could say,
needs more bible.

-I could say that anyway.

But you don’t.

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