Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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59<br />
“Thou canst prove there is water, hold up a slopping vessel to<br />
each querying eye! Canst thee also prove there is hope? What<br />
bloom serves thine metaphor? What hero, what quest? Shall any<br />
unending howl succeed thine test & fill thine countless sheets<br />
with their first true word?” bellows Dr. Arnold T. Knickerbocker as he hurls his<br />
cane & himself at my scribbling <strong>for</strong>m seated at the bar.<br />
Atop me his breath whiskey-fouled & desparately weary, he speaks anew in<br />
sorrowful puffs of words:<br />
“Go, thou. Go. Leave here but a finger or a swatch of skin<br />
but go.”<br />
“Where?” I grunt, more interested than I can understand.<br />
“Where the charts & scriptures leave off. What they<br />
cannot or do not speak of. What they cannot or do not speak of.<br />
Dreams, sand, ocean. Falling space. Thrusting light. A pen<br />
writing its man”<br />
I wake up & raise my head from bar to the cries & cheers of the gathered crowd.<br />
“We’re going to the Super Bowl!” he hears different voices chortle. On the TV the<br />
<strong>New</strong> England football Patriots have beaten 24-17 the Pittsburgh Steelers & are bound <strong>for</strong><br />
Super Bowl XXXVI in <strong>New</strong> Orleans.<br />
I get hugged & several pints slop my way from sunny drunken souls who don’t know<br />
I’ve left behind my taste <strong>for</strong> alcohol.<br />
No matter: I see Jim Reality & he knows & he smiles & he glints<br />
“May I present humble liquid refreshment offerings to mine lord King Thirst the<br />
First?”<br />
“You may” he gleams merrily—<br />
Rebecca returns from seeing Dr. Arnold T. Knickerbocker to his nap on the couch of the<br />
old manager’s office in back.<br />
She sits next to me sometimes hugged jolly by the revelers, her laughter bespeaking<br />
her delight—<br />
“We keep going, Reb”<br />
“We come back too. Remember that. It’s important.” I nod honestly.<br />
“He told me to go beyond the charts & scriptures. To where they leave off.”<br />
“Told us to go beyond”<br />
“Yes”<br />
“I’m going with you, Ray, wherever & always.”<br />
I nod. Ever & always.<br />
“Never was a choice.”<br />
Something from a book once held, lived: “it was scary to have someone to love, but<br />
it was also very fine”—<br />
how complex it has become to serve my Art, my Muse—<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006