Portrait of an Artist by Paul Klee

A Coney Island of the Mind

Poem 15

Constantly risking absurdity

and death

whenever he performs

above the heads

of his audience

the poet like an acrobat

climbs on rime

to a high wire of his own making

and balancing on eyebeams

above a sea of faces

paces his way

to the other side of day

performing entrechats

and sleight-of-foot tricks

and other high theatrics

and all without mistaking

any thing

for what it may not be

For he's the super realist

who must perforce perceive

taut truth

before the taking of each stance or step

in his supposed advance

toward that still higher perch

where Beauty stands and waits

with gravity

to start her death-defying leap

And he

a little charleychaplin man

who may or may not catch

her fair eternal form

spreadeagled in the empty air

of existence

-Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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Klee and Ferlinghetti together, this makes me happy!

Last night a shot in the arm to innoculate me against my dis-ease

with my own poetry. Thank you Rebecca, Beth, Martha, Pat, Kelly.

It is so easy to get lost and give up. Nothing like Anisakis worms

to perk a girl back up. I don't want to die anymore. I acknowledge

my slow fevered grinding, taunt night and star-shove my head through.

Thank you!