The Hundred Yard Dash Man
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In dedicating this volume of poetry to his father, who was a championship runner in his time, Goldensohn compares the lyric poem to the hundred yard dash. Fans of Goldensohn’s work will find poems chosen from previous published works, including St. Venus Eve, Uncarving the Block, The Marrano, Dance Music and East Long Pond, as well as a generous portion of new work.
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The Hundred Yard Dash Man - Barry Goldensohn
The Hundred Yard Dash Man
New And Selected Poems
Barry Goldensohn
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I
The Hundred Yard Dash Man
The Summer I Spent Screwing In The Back Seats Of Station Wagons
Marriage Vows, 1956
In Mexico
Back Roads
Losing Boundaries
Rediscovering Wonder: Santa Cruz Mts, California, 1989
Before Beethoven’s Creation Of Music As Personal Expression
April 26, 2006
War And Peace
Walking In Fog
The Coast
II
Thelonius Monk Dancing
Reading Faust When Young
A Night At The Theater
National Portrait Gallery, London
Aphrodites, The Louvre
To Hollis Frampton (1936-1984)
She, Tiresias
Mater Dolorosa
Richard II: the religion of art
Burmese Temple Bell
Dance
Lao Tzu Rebuked
Rest
Arch Of Titus
Machine For Bringing On The Second Coming
The Quilt Of Aphrodite
The Swan And Leda
A UNE PASSANTE, Fifth Avenue Variation
Bottoming Out
III
The Statue
A Wedding
Wooden Crucifix 15th Century
The Natural, Brooklyn, 1950
Haystack
My Gallery
The Forerunners
Remains
IV
Subway
Driving Westward To San Diego
Point Lobos
A Treatise On Ungovernment
Memorial
Managed Grief
Obit
Old Home Day
Sweet Town
The Gossips
Leaving The Body
Repeats
Fugitive’s Night Song
David And Saul
V
Pieces For The Suicide Of Paul Celan
At The Frick
The Execution Of Lady Jane Grey
Ignorance
Carmens, The Audition
From The Book Of Blessings
The Entitled
Toad Skin
Mountain Lion
Learning From Nature
Meditations On Violence
From Saint Venus Eve (1972)
The Listener Aspires To The Condition Of Music
Flaubert And Emma Bovary
Nomos, Logos
Padre Antonio Vivaldi
Secret Love Song
Speech On The Telephone
The Crow Down Comforter
Paolo And Francesca
The Judges
The Scribe
From Uncarving The Block (1978)
Uncarving the Block
Epithalamium
Antethalamium
Burying A Child (R.B. 1969-1974)
Famous Lovers
Last Act: Don Giovanni
Our Other Mind Problem
The Morning Of Execution
The Old Prince
The Revolution Decides Not To Occur
Three Ring Circus
Time And The String Quartet Domesticate Eros
Tired With The Hunt And Cold
What Is The Condition Of Music?
From The Marrano (1988)
The Kabalist
The Marrano
A Librarian Of Alexandria
A Short Season In Hell
After The Revolution
Coney Island Roller Coaster
Family Plot
Great Horned Owl
Margaret Roper
Emily Dickinson’s Room: Main Street, Amherst
Poem Beginning With A Line By Hollis Frampton
Puppet Theater
Tarzan & Co.
The Drawing Of Thomas Wyatt By Holbein
The Dybbuk
The Religion Of Art: 1 Feb 58
The String Quartet
The Toy
The Via Negativa, Ojai, California
For Hollis Frampton (d. 1984)
U.S. Signal Corps Footage
To All The Gods At Once: A Prayer For Mercy
Dance Music
Dance Music
from East Long Pond
Immersion
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Books by Barry Goldensohn
This book is dedicated to my father Joseph Benjamin Goldensohn, 1907-1993, who held records for the hundred yard dash in his time in the New York City high schools and at City College.
I consider the hundred yard dash very like the lyric poem.
I
The Hundred Yard Dash Man
I carried him lightly,
eighty pounds, my height,
half my weight
with enough body sense—
the old track star—
to work in my arms to balance
his remaining mass
as easy live weight.
It became his last voyage,
from living room to bed—
this carrying was comfort to both.
Morphine had ended months
of pain—genial now,
euphoric, enjoying himself,
with his daughter, and me, his son.
You must have gotten stronger,
he said, dismissing the loss
of body with a joke.
He knew he was on his way
out the door, and was easy
though less clear for me
as I laid him down in bed
and laid myself in the twin
cold, rumpled, sour.
When hushed voices woke me
saying He died last night,
I couldn’t open my eyes
and lay there frozen
among the murmuring women.
He had slipped silently
through the black door
he left open for me.
The Summer I Spent Screwing In The Back Seats Of Station Wagons
was the last summer that lasted all summer.
This was not—do not misread the title—
screwing the seats in, but climbing in
the back and screwing as fast as I could.
It was always the same, open the back and fling
in the power driver and the big tool
box with the braces and screws as the tall Pole
pressed the window firmly into place,
as I would drill the holes, line up the clamps,
and screw them in. If the clamps sat too tight
the window cracked and then a flurry of work
as we swarmed ahead of our spot on the line,
the tall Pole and I at Fisher Bodies
in Euclid, Ohio, and rushed to return to our place.
I kept bashing my hands and my nights were crushed,
and in all that soul exhausting work
the cars were as rotten as we could make them.
There was nothing of ourselves we wanted to see
in what we did to Chevy Kingswood and Nomad
and Pontiac Safari with pubescent tailfins.
This was in Euclid, who looked on Beauty bare,
Ohio, whose three long syllables danced
in only four letters, pronounced ah-hah,
by my fellow workers who wrenched, torqued, and screwed
on the assembly line with me in Euclid, Ohio.
At the end of the day all we had was numbers,
corporate totals. It brought to mind
the boast of Wilt the Stilt that he had fucked
twenty thousand women in his time,
and never, never, the same woman twice.
And as we looked, wearied, at our line of cars
we wondered, how could he tell?
Marriage Vows, 1956
We were claimed by our time, elected
study over prayer, not invulnerable
to the charm of the sacred, of ritual,
even of ceremony when talk of god
was left out. We were married
by a rabbi I revered, who took our youth
and levity as serious, rightly.
After we spoke our dignified vows
and I smashed a glass under foot
the rabbi yoked us by the powers
granted to him by the Laws
of Moses (in Leviticus), of Israel
(meaning the mystical body of the Jewish people,
not the divided, embattled nation of the Middle East
that clamored for our faith with the Freud
-and-Marx dream of the kibbutz) and the State
of New York (meaning where we were born,
whose rich Diaspora culture we loved—
little theaters, coffee shops, and talk, talk, talk—
and where we lived with unforced loyalty.)
In Mexico
The priest, hands soaked by the milk swollen breasts
of the young mother,
grows dizzy with pleasure in his middle age,
reaching under
her embroidered linen blouse,
wide for nursing,
and knows her man could kill him for this
confusing tenderness—
not lust but the recollection of lust
mostly forgotten,
the boyish wonder of a virgin.
How harmonious
the love of his vocation with the love of this woman
but he won’t stagger
down the ladder of love and tumble
to his death.
The woman caressed is surprised, mostly
amused and flattered
and fortunately discreet. She likes this priest,
sees him retreat
as his hands fall back to his knees.
Back Roads
After a brief violent storm toppled trees,
deep rooted ones, splayed crowns
across the roads, root balls,
the buried double of the crowns
pulled up as walls of loam in air,
and young ones blown down too,
I drove out to meet my wife and found
most roads blocked, but I knew
the country threeway and fourway roads
like the veins on the back of my