Thursday, August 05, 2010

on second thought

I've decided not to follow the user rights lawsuit path (see posting below) and am hereby letting William Carlos Williams off the hook.

He may be a plum-stealer and oddball wheelbarrow enthusiast, but he seems also to have a heartbreakingly romantic understanding of just what claiming and protecting seemingly valueless property is all about.

From The Poor, by WCW (in The Complete Collected Poems, 1906-1938)

Chimneys, roofs, fences of
wood and metal in an unfenced

age and enclosing next to
nothing at all; the old man
in a sweater and soft black
hat who sweeps the sidewalk --

his own ten feet of it
in a wind that fitfully
turning his corner has
overwhelmed the entire city

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