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Showing posts with label Camelot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camelot. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

ROCK CREEK

by Jeremy Nathan Marks

-for Roberta Flack



Today Roberta Flack reunites with Donny Hathaway at a Carter Barron concert among crowds of Washington’s famed cherry trees peeper frogs visiting dignitaries
Marvin Gaye in attendance an alternate inauguration out of doors among glorious birds
Ben Shahn might paint a syrinx chorus oh how the capital creek flows Amanda Gorman
Richard Blanco Robert Frost Maya Angelou read their work
 
I grew up here and I’ve strolled the park with the crows and the deer
watching winter turn to spring  
from far away its song of the public good is still softly killing me
 
Roberta Flack is about as well known among the mandarins in the Maison Blanche
as Richard Wright James Baldwin and Ralph Bunche Emmanuel Macron comes to town
and between correcting facts and straightening records he says France isn’t just a remembrance
of past things like the Somme the Ardennes and Maginot it’s also Nina Simone Josephine Baker
 
I grew up here have often wondered  
where is the love?
not among trees and flowers natives and exotics imperial gifts and the green thumbs
of Lady Birds in our quondam swamp of Camelot the Brain Trust on the Potomac

Rather within those amnesiacs who cannot see what it takes to get to be how great we already are
the ranging octaves and ingenious melodies rhapsody of a people who keep offering everything 
after every betrayal because getting my own means putting it out but as Ms. Flack asked

Compared to what?


Jeremy Nathan Marks lives in the Great Lakes Region of Canada. His latest book is the short fiction collection, Captain's Kismet (Alien Buddha Press, 2025). You can follow him @Sandcounties on Substack.

Sunday, March 19, 2023

YOKO LEAVES THE DAKOTA

by Maria Lisella


Yoko Ono’s WishTree at the Museum of Modern Art, 1996.
UK’s Daily Mail broke the story last month of Yoko’s leaving New York City.


… to raise cows on a 600-acre farm
she & Beatles legend John Lennon
purchased 45 years ago, outfitting it
with a herd of 122 cows and 10 bulls …
a dream to live on land as his father did
 
with no plans of returning
 
their attempt to create new lives,
away from crowds, smog, love-ins
and the ceaseless need to be THEM
on West 72 St.—until 1980–
shot in the Dakota archway, Lennon fell
on the feast of the Immaculate Conception
 
with no plans of returning
 
Outdistancing his dad, 47-year old Sean
pushes wheel-chair bound Yoko
from stage to stage, celebrity galas;
she perches alone on the Marcellus Shale
plateau, protests “fracking” for the rest of us,
no longer hibernates in the sprawling Dakota
 
with no plans of returning
 
Controversial, she lived, starved
through World War II,
like a modern-day Eve, gossipy fans
blamed her for breaking up Camelot… 
she offered them her “wish tree” series.
Now widowed 50 years, at 90,
it is as if she has lived 400 years
 
with no plans of returning


Maria Lisella is the sixth Queens Poet Laureate and an Academy of American Poets Fellow. Twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize, her collections include: Thieves in the Family (NYQ Books), Amore on Hope Street (Finishing Line Press) and Two Naked Feet (Poets Wear Prada). Forthcoming is The Man with a Plan.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

CONSPIRACY THEORIES

by Chris O’Carroll




He wasn’t good.  He wasn’t great.
It’s 50 years now since he died.
Weird fantasies proliferate
About who plotted and who lied.

We crave real grandeur.  “Camelot”
Suffices as a substitute.
The romance of who might have shot
Trumps the dull fact of who did shoot.

We did not lose a golden age
Because the sniper found his aim,
But truth is never all the rage;
Myth is a more crowd-pleasing game.

When presidents are rated, he
Ranks as a gilded bantamweight,
More tawdry than he seemed to be.
He wasn’t good.  He wasn’t great.


Chris O’Carroll is a writer and an actor.  On November 22, 1963, he heard the news over the intercom in a Massachusetts junior high school.  Since then, he has published numerous poems in The New Verse News, and also in First Things, Light, The Rotary Dial, Snakeskin, and other print and online journals.