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Vincent Quatroche
Coughed up somewhere in the Terrible Now the public at large and critics agree that probably Vincent Quatroche doesnt really exist other than a rather speculative wild fiction were limited attention spans stare into electronic 3.2 inch plastic rectangles. Embracing both encroaching age and perpetual obscurity is every beat poets dream without either the benefit of reasonable perspective or rationale behavior. Career Educator and Poet Vincent Quatroche refuses to just get lost. A truly disturbing afterthought he insists in sticking around like duct tape. While insolence as persistence is hardly a virtue, he will seldom read you the same poem twice, unless you are asking for it. Originally from Long island he is currently languishing in over-State NY teaching at regional colleges. He is a published author of numerous creative projects, including Books, CDs & Videos. His poetry has been distributed and pulverized into the Cyber Void throughout the United States and abroad.
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Retread Rubbereden 2020 - Vincent Quatroche
Copyright © 2020 by Vincent Quatroche.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
Rev. date: 06/25/2020
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Ora fermeremo l’assurdità e parleremo con quattro Occhi
Quattrochii Family motto
Abruzzo Italy
* * *
I don’t operate often. When I do,
persons take note.
Nurses look amazed. They pale.
The patient is brought back to life, or so.
The reason I don’t do this more (I quote)
is: I have a living to fail —
because of my wife & son/daughter — to keep from earning.
— Mr Bones, I sees that.
They for these operations thanks you, what?
not pays you. — Right.
You have seldom been so understanding.
Now there is further a difficulty with the light:
I am obliged to perform in complete darkness
operations of great delicacy
on myself.
— Mr Bones, you terrifies me.
No wonder they didn’t pay you. Will you die?
— My
friend, I succeeded. Later.
—John Berryman
Dream Songs No 67: (1964)
* * *
"Insufficient talent is nature’s cruelest gift.
—Jerzy Kosi 47941.png ski
* * *
The biology of purpose keeps my nose above the surface
—Brain Eno
Kings Lead Hat
CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
Previous Works
Foreword
Instructions for Understanding this Poem
Of Oral and Visual
Her Roll Of Lost Pictures
The Rain On The Train Falls Mostly On The Poor
Here Are The Blue Prints
Whispering Weeks
Dream Fatigue
V.J.Q. the 1st
Poems Written While Waiting For A Daughter
May 6 Tuesday
Making You
Untitled #1
Your Slow Green Sheets
The Barney Song
Remembering Lucy
Here’s Your Dusty Ticket
A Couple of Times
Aw Pin Balls
The Childhood of Errol Flynn
Written on the Last Page of October
Saturday in Schenectady
Further Instructions Concerning Frying May
Do you have any identification ?
Sketches
Welcome to Nor’easter Sunday at Shea Stadium
Wish
Summer Colors
Your Last Letter
We Will Be Running Out Of Numbers Soon
The Dybbuk Dreams
Mall Set
The Map on the Desk
Tuesday and Thursday Evenings
Lost 1990 Song
End of October
Rumpus Room
Flubber Gas and the End of the Word
Road Kill
Memory Kit
Idea for an Usher
In October When The Price Was Right
All Outta Orange
Report From The Dysfunctional World
Fragment Of A Forgotten Letter
Vapor Map
Pliers
Sunday Night Of The Heart
Dreambeers
What a Hot Horse Remembers
The Dentist of Time
The Poet Line
Coming Along the Hudson
Small Time Press
April Morn
Bellingham Remembered
Years End
Song of April
Supper Time
Slapping the id
Untitled #2
Did she do it on purpose ?
Outta Town
Big Silence
Oh Bright Beery Mirage
Roses for Thorns
Dream 27
Overheard Song
Of Chances & Poison
Hello Blue Monday
After the Nap
Take Old 5
Memory Boat Morn
Things That Were.....
Jeanie
List Odd Poems
Knocking Yourself Out
Untitled #3
Screwing me through Schenectady
Rain Date
Long Island Sound
Chinese New Year
Five Lifestyles
Nothing Constructive
County Fair
The Icy Blue Drive
My Mirage Mistress
Untitled #4
So Where Were You?
Two Terse Pieces of Correspondence from California
Leaving Lauren
Skip The Gutter
My Kind Of Morning After
Ordinary Roar
Appliance Mode
The Year The Earth Spoke Back
Up On Holly Avenue
The South Fork Of Somewhere
New Suffolk
Untitled #5
Air Slang
The Book Scout
What Passes Between
Recipe for Forgotten Spring
Date with Never
Kill The Poet
You Be The Audience
How to Find An Afternoon Bar
Haven for Hayes
July 90
A Good Story
The Drift
March Assessment
Drowning The Fin
Lost Dreamsong # ?
Drown
Tribute
List of the End of January
Vanishing Breed
Here in the Rubber Eden
PREVIOUSLY UNCOLLECTED
Narcissus and Echo
Two Cycles
The Art of the Wink
Academic Smirk Alert
Lost Reels of Film
October Nocturne
Summer/Fall Shorts 2019
Ode to Slip Mahoney
Short Dog Sport Shorts 2019
Christ Climbed Down
October Fragments 2019
The Girl from Podunk
What you need to do
Phenakistoscope
2020 Shorts
Special Occasion Designation Nation
Reoccurring Rain Dream on a station platform
Behind your Mask 2020
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
front%20cover.jpgVincent Quatroche Sr.
Original title
Washington DC 5 AM
1999
Author%20Photo%20.jpgPhotograph by Michael Frey
Circa 1980s
PREVIOUS WORKS
Q-Bop City 2018
Got Abstract? 2014
Sometimes Grief- barks up the wrong tree 2012
21 Short Dog Stories 2011 (Collected Short Fiction)
The Terrible Now 2009
CyberStein 2007
Greetings from Gridville 2006
Attitude House 2002
Another Rubber Eden 1998
* * *
Audio
Vanishing Breed Vol. 2 /Revised CD format 2018
Seeing Eye Ear Digital edition 2017
Quattro-Vox 2013
Singing Mr. Cedric 2010
Vanishing Breed (Collected 90s cassette series recordings Vol. 1) 2008
In Dreamthink 2006
Matador from Another Planet 2002
For more information regarding the availability these works
Please visit www.rubbereden.com
FOREWORD
In the winter of 1996 I sat in the back room on Seel Street on particularly cold night drinking beer with my colleague Dave Lunde complaining about my lack of success getting anyone to publish my poetry, prose and short stories I had been writing my entire adult life. In those days I would sit in bar filling out notebook after notebook of whatever would escape out my head onto the page. I was knocking myself out submitting my work to presses of all manner; both renowned and obscure trying to get myself in print.
No dice- the rejection notes mounted (with rare exceptions) and I was beginning to think I’d never see my stuff widely published anywhere. Dave listened patiently and suggested, Vince- have you ever considered publishing them yourself ? He proceeded to tell me about the growing print on demand industry. You mean a vanity press ? I replied skeptically- isn’t that for those who can’t cut the mustard with the recognized professional literary world ? He said I suppose you could look at it that way- But I ask you- you want to see your stuff in print or not ? Why wait around for somebody to pass a verdict on your legitimacy or talent ? I’ve read your stuff- you’re as good as anybody I’ve read at doing the style you do. Besides years from now do you want end up with boxes of notes books abandoned in an attic ? Then he encouraged me to follow a few leads he provided for authors in my position to explore this as an option.
I took his advice to heart and within a year I published a collection of work entitled Another Rubber Eden with Xlibris (the initial Rubber Eden was a collection of recorded works produced by Dan Berggren on his Sleeping Giant Record label in The late 1980s).
I still recall the marvel of actually holding in my hands my book the next year in the Summer of 1998. I had learned a valuable lesson. When no one believes in you (other than guys Like Dave and Dan) believe in yourself. Sure- it might be so much small potatoes – what the hell after all their your GD potatoes.
Twenty years and ten books later I never stop believing that. In what? The power of persistence in the act of creation. I can use my own father as a example- he was an artist who produced an extensive collection of creative works his entire life with very little commercial success.
Since his passing in 2012 he has been recognized in some circles as a vibrant unique voice on canvas that truly represents a specific area in the history of the post modern art world. The majority of my books and CDs proudly presents on the front covers his art. I believe I keep him alive in this way and we collaborate creating our separate paths of expressive passions as one.
For myself ? That’s worth the price of admission.
As of this writing the Rubbereden is bouncing near the edge. There is a profound uncertainty about what the future holds. But this much is certain- fear and change are leaving the bar at 3 AM blind drunk holding each other up trying not to stumble on that raised slab of sidewalk and do a face plant into the concrete. The situation that Gridville is currently enduring may be merely a preliminary dress rehearsal for some unknown future pending main event.
Why do we need a retread Rubbereden ? Well the answer is we probably don’t. So much has changed since the late 90s. All the gatekeepers are long gone. Books have become some archaic obscurity. We live on line. Cyber stooges waiting for the screen to go black- and it will-sooner or later. It was my intention to attempt to temporarily preserve the world of the other Rubbereden in digital format. Content has been edited and other selections have ended up on the cutting room floor. I’ve included a modest collection of unpublished works since the last Book Q-Bop City in 2018.
The observation of saying I told you so is useless and unsatisfying either in the past or the Terrible Now. The rants foreshadowing dark predictions about the future are long gone. The traditional end game scenarios seem quaint now. There’s a new cosmic sucker punch born every minute. What remains here is poetry reflecting what was then and Terrible Now.
And as for those boxes of abandoned and forgotten little brown notebooks?
They escaped that fate and not only live on in these pages, many of the poems from the original edition have been recorded on my numerous CD projects.
The following was the original dedication from the 1st edition.
I still endorse those sentiments:
Outside of my immediate family (wife, kids, folks, and sisters) and
A few dozen close and loyal colleagues, lifelong friends, bartenders and
old time used to be ghosts- the rest of you smart ass bastards
can go straight to hell.
Vincent Quatroche
June 2020
Instructions for Understanding this Poem
Take line A and misread it.
The green tractor cast a shadow on the black top.
Insert the colors B & C into line D.
She was a blue swimming pool in the winter’s morning sun.
Fold the imagery in lines F& G into a paper airplane
and sail into the waste basket.
You know,
He snarled, "Your daily intent’s could fit into
a small cities Sunday Leisure Time Section."
Lines L & M contain sarcasm adjust attitude accordingly,
to fit the defeatism in lines J & K.
Now your green tractor should be interlocked in the swimming
pool, along with that woman in the winter’s morning sun.
Go back to the waste basket in line J. Fish out the imagery
and see if it flies any better. Then refer back to line A.
Now burn the basketball players’ hands, while deep frying
french fries at four in the morning, bench him for a month.
Take the cryptic reference of lines EE & FF and lineup with
The following irony: Reverend who advocates use of condoms
Has fathered four illegitimate children .
Put him on the green tractor with that woman in the pool.
Now insert the basketball player’s hands on the small cities
Leisure Time Sunday section in lines L & M.
Repeat lines H & I & J. Refer back to line A.
Time for the modern pedagogy gone array.
Day Care teacher dressed as Care Bear beaten,
by Sixth Graders on Valentine’s Day in West Virginia.
Now you should have the Reverend, Day Care Teacher and
the blue swimming pool in the winter’s morning sun. (line F)
Make the green tractor red. (line B).
All personification, metaphor and meaning should be clear.
If not, refer back to line A.
Fall 1991
Of Oral and Visual
I wish I had been alive
when Pollock was slinging paint
swinging colors
in a hot dusty barn
August afternoons in Springs near East Hampton
Landscape steaming heat waves melting pigment
blazing marshes cat-tail explanation points.
Ripple current salt blue pools sending the sky
into a jealous furious rage of envy over tincture
exclusivity. Heat stroking a wild furnace of chaos
when nature crawls off the palette, to rage, seethe
hissing summer. To puncture the vision’s depth of
field, split the infinitives and just spit it out:
WHITE COCKATOO with EYES IN THE HEAT
drunk on SCENT riding A GREYED RAINBOW.
That’s what I must do with words now.
But you’ve got to get the picture.
See the shattered dancing picture.
If you don’t see it.
If you don’t see it.
Then I didn’t do it.
Write in color.
If I could throw the verbal heat like a Koufax fastball.
Who could catch it?
Who would be able to tell the difference from a distance
between Sandy and Serling?
Who wrote in a twilight prose of black and white.
From memory. From incident.
In the PURPLE TESTAMENT with the 11th Airborne Division
Sky trooper Serling shot a Japanese soldier leading off third
base bottom half of World War, inning 2, 1945
at Rizal Stadium during street-to-street combat for Manila.
Years later in glacial Upstate New York winter afternoon.
I have one hallucination of him out the side door of
the garage in the neighbor’s back yard.
He gestures in the driving snow to me.
Then a shuttering wink white-out wind gust
-I’m standing on the sidewalk of the Upper East Side
1955 city blizzard just outside of a bar.
I walk in the door from the blinding frozen light.
And there he’s sitting at the bar in a thin black tie and
charcoal hounds tooth sports jacket with Edwardian collars
another freshly lit cigarette and parting the
veil of smoke he turns to regard me.
He grimaces slightly
beckoning me to interior shadows
titling his head on an angle says,
"Sit down, I’ve just had this idea for a story and
I need someone to tell it to."
2/97
Her Roll Of Lost Pictures
So then his thunder was exposed as an endangered species.
Your brief downpour of words soaked the situation to everyone’s
dissatisfaction. They have this sure fleeting flash of
momentary light. Illumination to La Carte.
Sure shows everything up. You can count on it.
But only so far for tonight. (and of course there are
expressly no substitutions.)
Move this night like a set of negatives never exposed
within aperture. Seems the film just