Arrivals and Departures
By Philip Ramp
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Eight years after poet Philip Ramp left America for Greece, he returned for a visit. Everything looked different to him, in a way that he knew he wouldn’t have seen if he had been living there. Arrivals and Departures is based on that experience, with arriving and departing switching roles in the poems, depending on mood and place.
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Arrivals and Departures - Philip Ramp
Dick in Greece
Motorbikes probed the streets like wasps a mound of grapes
smoke expanded, a boneless genie
smearing the evening muscatel
caressing the buildings, insinuating itself like a lover
deep into the green tissues of the town.
When the island is sufficiently bewitched
it will be smothered.
But to hell with another chunk of the future,
we had our magic too
the taverna’s doors flung wide, expansive as a god’s thirst.
She limped toward us from the back, invisible shovel
in hand, digging, digging — which was as
it should be, being the poet she is.
Her whisper, set on loud, circled the room, others turned,
glanced, really whispered: come out
, she said...
you have to see...you won’t believe...help me...
It was late enough to be dark but not dark enough to be late.
People ignored the whole business
in this minimal Eden of one fruitless tree,
leaned toward each other in this pretend… consanguinity
disguising themselves in night chuckles so as not to be seen doing it.
The poet opened a trench to her table —
a playwright there hunched in paunch, obscured in fat
his nimble monologues now ended, leaving
him to swell silently in the inescapable scenario of his life
hope long drained in two rivulets from his eyes.
No matter, this wasn’t what we wouldn’t believe.
It was Dick. Dick flinging out notions
like a crazed housewife at a clearance sale, building his
own heap of factory seconds,
Dick growling, jerking, diving back for more
while his woman nodded stiffly, blinked like a doll
couldn’t count on her for anything
except to make six of us, a bullshit quorum, that is.
Early Dick:
I’m telling you: women took over the world in 1968.
I’m telling you: our leaders are dressed in drag.
I’m telling you: Gus Hall and Angela Davis weren’t a drag.
I’m telling you: The Soviet Union was nobody’s transvestite!
I was wrong, his woman wasn’t stiff, she was so loose
she’d lost her neck.
Her eyes slid toward each other like secret
lovers, then slid back as they caught a glimpse
of gleaming glass, slid yet again as
the gleam eluded her, her face
stretching until it became a soft, shapeless moan.
Had someone slipped under the table?
No, only her hands were out of sight.
She looked down, found them, simpered.
The poet dug like a demon from her chair but Dick
wasn’t about to fall into any pit —
one he didn’t dig himself anyway. I got up with a vague idea
of giving him a friendly sudden shove,
stumbled, somehow wound up in my glass.
My wife seemed stunned though
smiling: it couldn’t be eternal so it wasn’t Hell.
The playwright belched.
Middle Dick:
I’m telling you: real believers cut off their balls.
I’m telling you: Hitler was nuts but his God didn’t have any.
I’m telling you: Marx and baseball can take care of this.
I’m telling you: my dreams are rock hard but can still dangle!
Now an English couple in a delicate condition
damn near derailed old Dick because…
because she’d sampled damn near every fertility
spring in Greece
but wouldn’t let on which one had the semen.
The guy blew it. He’d dated Maggie
Thatcher but couldn’t even remember the shape of her
tits just that she liked to keep them
together. Dick howled with understanding while his
broad gurgled from the depths of it.
Late Dick:
I’m telling you: I’m tri-lingual, do three times three poems every day.
I’m telling you: an invasion is a poem in any language.
I’m telling you: I’ll be a line yet in the communist epic.
I’m telling you: poets pain in light!
Oh, but the doors seemed so much wider when we emerged
more than they’d ever been before.
By then the evening had beached in the sky’s cave —
borrowed from the sea that found it too large
to use — night’s black and glinting dome
seemed tongue-tied by such magnificence but Dick always had
his hanging loose and he reared back and told it
he’d prove it wrong some day.
Look the stars are all exclamations!
and pointed at himself as if he alone knew what they were so excited about!
Elusive Return
Elusive morning of return.
My shadow missed the jet from Prague.
Fair enough. It still had beer while I had
these puffs of light
tumbling out of touch yet touching me.
Seems profane to call this state lag
when it was the sweetest of absences
soothing my perennially brooding shade.
So be it. Friends woke to all of what they were
and what I so seldom let them be,
breakfast extending like a bow slinging arrow
after arrow of this special light
carrying our most urgent messages
though, of all we said, I remember only Well!
Being elusive this way will always be just fine with me.
The bubble of my life awaited and I entered it,
exited, no entered out;
how easily the streets accept a bubble!
Things turned out to be singular
and could be greeted one by one
while Central