Thursday, September 11, 2014

sucker punch poetry

this post is not about analysis, critique or praise ; that I 'm leaving up to you random bystander, frequent visitor, friend or stranger 

George Starbuck nails it, read on and find out how 



Lamb 


Lamb, what makes you tick?
You got a wind-up, a Battery-Powered,   
A flywheel, a plug-in, or what?
You made out of real Reelfur?
You fall out the window you bust?   
You shrink? Turn into a No-No?
Zip open and have pups?
I bet you better than that.
I bet you put out by some other outfit.
I bet you don’t do nothin.   
I bet you somethin to eat.



Margaret Are You Drug

Cool it Mag.
Sure it’s a drag
With all that green flaked out.
Next thing you know they’ll be changing the color of bread.

But look, Chick,   
Why panic?
Sevennyeighty years, we’ll all be dead.

Roll with it, Kid.   
I did.
Give it the old benefit of the doubt.

I mean leaves   
Schmeaves.
You sure you aint just feeling sorry for yourself?





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George Starbuck, “Translations from the English” from The Works: Poems Selected from Five Decades. Copyright © 2003 by University of Alabama (Tuscaloosa). Reprinted with the permission of The University of Alabama Press.

Source: The Works: Poems Selected from Five Decades (2003)

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George Starbuck was born in Columbus, Ohio. He attended the California Institute of Technology, the University of California, the University of Chicago, and Harvard University. Starbuck spent two years as a corporal in the Military Police Corps before working at various universities. Starbuck was also a contributor to numerous periodicals including The New YorkerThe Atlantic Monthly, andPoetry magazine. He died in 1996 after a twenty-year battle with Parkinson’s disease.

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