Jim Metcalf: Collected Poems
By Jim Metcalf
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This anthology collects four complete volumes of poetry from the beloved New Orleans poet, journalist, and anchorman.
Like Robert Frost before him, Jim Metcalf’s poetic commentaries on everyday objects and events offer a keen insight into our world and our own humanity. This volume includes four rare and out-of-print collections of Metcalf’s poetry: Follow Another Star, Please to Begin, In Some Quiet Place, and Jim Metcalf's Journal. With a foreword by his longtime friend and colleague Phil Johnson, this anthology serves as a brilliant reminder of the poet and his work.
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Jim Metcalf - Jim Metcalf
Foreword
The Anchorman
Skipping through fields of eggshell egos,
Where the promise of sudden fame goes, he goes.
Oblivious of whatever ties there be
That bind him to mediocrity.
Jim Metcalf dropped this on my desk one day and waited while I read it. Anybody I know?
I asked. And he smiled that quiet smile he saved for friends and said, Several, I would imagine.
More like scores, I thought, and I tucked it into my desk drawer and have saved it to this day. Only four lines, and yet they speak volumes about television in America . . . then and now.
Jim Metcalf knew all about egos and anchormen. He worked for perhaps the biggest ego in America—Lyndon Johnson. Or, at least, he worked for one of Mr. Johnson's television stations in Texas as news director and anchor, having first been lured from network affiliate WOAI-TV in San Antonio, to which he would later return. It was during the election campaign of 1960 that he got a call from the owner, Senator Lyndon Johnson himself. Johnson was running for vice president on the Democrat ticket with Senator John F. Kennedy. He called to complain, and complain most profanely, about a story Jim had run the night before about his opponent on the Republican ticket, Henry Cabot Lodge. I can't imagine why you would run a story about my opponent on my air,
he said, expletives deleted. Don't ever let that happen again.
But Senator Johnson,
said Jim, surely you must have forgotten that FCC rules mandate that we must give equal time to both candidates for any political office. We did a story on your candidacy the night before. Last night we did an equal-time piece on Mr. Lodge.
There followed a series of growls and epithets and the phone being hung up—loudly. A few short minutes later the phone rang again. Again, it was Lyndon Johnson. Metcalf,
he stormed, you're right, we got to give equal time. But I'm warning you, Metcalf, don't give that son-of-a-b**** a split second more, you hear me ...
and he slammed the receiver down once more.
Jim came to WWL-TV in 1966 from WOAI-TV, where he had starred in a top-rated late afternoon show and anchored the 10:00 P.M. news, escaping the wrath of Lyndon Johnson, who, three years earlier, had succeeded the slain John F. Kennedy, and was now president of the United States. He signed on as an anchorman and reporter, and excelled in both. When the vagaries of the ratings book, and his health, gave way about the same time, he was relieved as an anchorman, and, gradually, medical problems forced him to the sidelines as a reporter. By late 1969 he had developed a pronounced jaundice, indicating cirrhotic problems with his liver. By the time I took over the WWL-TV News Department as news director in 1970, he had been exiled to a lonely desk in the back of the newsroom, assigned to watching the network feed and editing cuts we could use on the 10:00 P.M. newscast.
He was the first problem
I sought to correct when I entered the newsroom. He was down, despondent, depressed, his eyes yellow from the jaundice. I couldn't believe he was the same man who had written such good pieces a few years earlier.
What are you going to do with me?
he asked, seemingly knowing what the answer would be.
But I surprised him. I want you to go home,
I said. I want you to find a good doctor and tell him to make you well. I don't want to see you again until you're well and ready to go to work. We'll mail your checks to the house.
He was surprised—but still cynical. So what if I do get well,
he said. What do I do then?
Anything you want to do,
I replied. And I looked him right in the eye. I think he suspected that I meant it. And I did.
Three months later he came back to the newsroom, thinned down, eyes bright ... he was a pro again. And like a good pro, he had doubts. I see you've saved my old desk,
he said, pointing to the back of the room.
That's not yours anymore,
I said. We're moving you up here, closer to the action.
He tried hard not to react. What will I be doing . . . what's my assignment?
My answer shook him visibly. Whatever you want it to be.
What do you mean?
Just what I said . . . you tell me what you do best . . . what you want to do.
It was what he had hoped for, but really didn't expect.
He smiled that big, Texas smile. I'd like to do feature stories . . . I'm at home with that.
Good,
I said. We'll do two, three a week . . . think you could do that?
Yeah,
he said. Yeah, I can do that.
And he was, indeed, well again.
And thus began the second coming of Jim Metcalf—fit, able, well again, and happy, yet seeing the world in a different light. He was totally in command—of his feelings, his emotions, and of the words that came forth ... sometimes slowly, almost painfully, when he had a point to make, and sometimes they came tumbling out, like melons from a broken wagon, when he was happy and had to hurry to get it all on paper.
The Scrapbook came first... Jim Metcalfs Scrapbook, we called it, with a proper graphic to go with the title. He wrote essays, like Andy Rooney used to write for Harry Reasoner at CBS, pieces on windows, on doors, on mirrors . . . asking, and sometimes answering, the questions—who and what are on the other side? People reacted . . . they loved it. He was back in stride. And we found out that, when he was at his best, there were few in the business who could match him.
So Mike Early, the WWL-TV general manager, broached the inevitable—he gave Jim his own show, prime time, 9:30 P.M., on Sunday nights. It was madness. And the history of the medium in New Orleans was against it. Nobody, no one man, could ever carry a half hour alone, especially on Sunday nights. So we hedged a little. The show would begin with a recap of the week's news, showing the old footage, beginning with Monday. And then Jim would work