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July 23, 2016
I really liked "Second Skin." Here is another one I really liked:
Carlos
By Theodore Deppe
My first day leading the prison writing workshop: Carlos
complimented my choosing the chair nearest the door.
I read a poem by Whitman that once sent me hitchhiking
and Carlos stood up, asked to read a section
from his four hundred-page work-in-progress,a poem
that turns on his first finding Neruda's "One Year Walk";
he said, It lit up the night like a perfect crime, so I left everything—
I had no choice—walked three thousand miles to the Pacific.
From memory he recited a passage in which his father left the family
a small fortune, all counterfeit: though I doubted the facts,
I can still see that worn briefcase, almost-perfect hundreds
stacked neatly in shrink-wrapped packs. I was young,
it took me two weeks to accept that I could teach this lifer
nothing. World of concrete floors and everlasting light:
he was grateful to God who gave him a blazing mind not granted to anyone living or dead,
and wouldn't have changed a word anyway.
Carlos
By Theodore Deppe
My first day leading the prison writing workshop: Carlos
complimented my choosing the chair nearest the door.
I read a poem by Whitman that once sent me hitchhiking
and Carlos stood up, asked to read a section
from his four hundred-page work-in-progress,a poem
that turns on his first finding Neruda's "One Year Walk";
he said, It lit up the night like a perfect crime, so I left everything—
I had no choice—walked three thousand miles to the Pacific.
From memory he recited a passage in which his father left the family
a small fortune, all counterfeit: though I doubted the facts,
I can still see that worn briefcase, almost-perfect hundreds
stacked neatly in shrink-wrapped packs. I was young,
it took me two weeks to accept that I could teach this lifer
nothing. World of concrete floors and everlasting light:
he was grateful to God who gave him a blazing mind not granted to anyone living or dead,
and wouldn't have changed a word anyway.
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