The B-side
on Color Record No. 17:
and this
poem that I saw for the first time today:
Circle
Poems
By Lew
Welch
Whenever
I have a day off, I write a new poem.
Does this
mean you shouldn’t work, or that you
write
best on your day off?
For
example, this is the poem I wrote today.
*
When he
was 20, he understood some of the secrets of
life, and
undertook to write them down so simply that
even an
idiot could understand.
“For,” he
reasoned, “if I can’t do that, I don’t
understand
it myself.”
He proved
himself right.
When he
was 50, he didn’t understand it himself.
*
“Why is
it,” he said, “that no matter what you say,
a woman
always takes it personally?”
“I never
do,” she said.
*
John
said, “Then I met that short fat guy with the
neat
little beard, with a name like dawn.”
“You mean
George Abend?”
“Yeah.”
“Abend
means evening.”
*
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