November 2nd, 2005

Egrets Reading

American Life in Poetry

Does anyone read Ted Kooser’s weekly column, “American Life in Poetry?”
It appears in various newspapers and on his website:

This week (Column 032) he showcases a poem by Kurt Brown called “Road Report”, which details a drive through the American Southwest and somehow, although the scenery is described beautifully with cowboy images, “a rodeo of slow erosion/cleaves these plains, these ravaged cliffs…,” the poem eventually takes us into a journey into the speaker’s mind and his reckless disregard of the places he drives through, “as though the present/were a dying town I’d rather flee.”

This particular line in Brown’s poem hit me a bit hard because I’ve felt like that sometimes, so busy that there’s no time to enjoy the present because I need to hurry up and get to the next stop on the road.

roadside café
the waitress takes too long
to bring the check