{"id":7786,"date":"2021-07-05T15:48:39","date_gmt":"2021-07-05T15:48:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=7786"},"modified":"2021-07-05T15:48:39","modified_gmt":"2021-07-05T15:48:39","slug":"3-poems-by-frederick-pollock-self-starter-gran-via-something-i-said","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/3-poems-by-frederick-pollock-self-starter-gran-via-something-i-said\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Poems by Frederick Pollack, Self-Starter, Gran Via &#038; Something I Said"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Self-Starter<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n(i.)<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA superhero from a distant<br \/>\nfranchise of the Marvel universe<br \/>\nfinds himself in a labyrinth.<br \/>\nA few turns, retracings,<br \/>\nvery human moments<br \/>\nof indecision confirm that\u2019s what<br \/>\nit is. His great secret motivator,<br \/>\ncontempt, rises (not breaking<br \/>\nthe mild, righteous surface);<br \/>\nand with a combination<br \/>\nof fire from his eyes<br \/>\nand steely blows he breaks through<br \/>\nwall after ivy-covered wall.<br \/>\n(In a straight line. Diagonal to<br \/>\nthe lie of the maze. It\u2019s unclear why<br \/>\nhe doesn\u2019t fly. Contempt.)<br \/>\nShells, fossils, bas-reliefs<br \/>\ndislodged by his violence fall among<br \/>\nthe smoking bricks and vines. (The point<br \/>\nof a labyrinth is terror, despair;<br \/>\nwhy art? The superhero doesn\u2019t stop<br \/>\nto ask. An irritant.)<br \/>\nA last kick and he\u2019s out. Somewhere \u2013 he can<br \/>\nresume his universe-saving<br \/>\nfrom anywhere. But for a moment<br \/>\nhe\u2019s tired,<br \/>\nhis mood less than triumphant.<br \/>\nThis has happened before; he views it<br \/>\nas a tribute paid to everything mortal.<br \/>\nAnd wonders what his enemy placed<br \/>\nthis time at the center<br \/>\nof the maze to consume him.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n(ii.)<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nGran Via<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe famous sights must still<br \/>\ngrace faded glossy calendars<br \/>\non walls somewhere.<br \/>\nAnother horse and king. Sword pointing<br \/>\nthe dead behind him<br \/>\ntowards death \u2013 there\u2019s no point, otherwise.<br \/>\nIt might be instructive<br \/>\nto remove the bronze kings, keep the horses.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nDecide at any point<br \/>\nthat the approaching pretty park<br \/>\nwill be pretty, the stuff between<br \/>\ninteresting, and turn back.<br \/>\nYou will at once destroy<br \/>\ntourism and the basis<br \/>\n(Baudelaire, the <em>fl\u00e2neur<\/em>, etc.)<br \/>\nof modern poetry.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWherever you are, forgive the locals.<br \/>\nYou remind them that time doesn\u2019t have<br \/>\na long grey beard but white stubble.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n(iii.)<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSomething I Said<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt\u2019s worse<br \/>\nthan remarks that ended<br \/>\njob interviews, dates, jobs, relationships.<br \/>\n(She sat there crying or enraged,<br \/>\nand since I\u2019m nice I apologized<br \/>\nfor months or the duration.)<br \/>\nI turn from whoever it is,<br \/>\nstaring and pale, and myself. There are depths<br \/>\nof self and wit I\u2019d rather weren\u2019t.<br \/>\nBut a waitress here with hors-d\u2019oeuvres,<br \/>\nthough impeccably trained, has dropped them,<br \/>\nthe tray aghast in midair.<br \/>\nA general has almost spilled his drink.<br \/>\nA celebrity ages. Noted lobbyists<br \/>\nand cokeheads, always in motion, stop.<br \/>\nHidden children whisper. From the terrace<br \/>\na wolfhound enters, steals some human food,<br \/>\nand gazes up with doubtful sympathy.<br \/>\n(In the distance, workers<br \/>\nerecting a tent for the raffle grin,<br \/>\nbut they\u2019re from the past, some old novel.)<br \/>\nAcross the salon our host and hostess<br \/>\nstand motionless, still gracious.<br \/>\nI should bottle it, I think,<br \/>\nby which I mean keep silent but connote<br \/>\nresearching, mastering this skill,<br \/>\ninventing time travel and returning<br \/>\nto stymie history with well-placed words.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/3-poems-by-frederick-pollock-self-starter-gran-via-something-i-said\/thumbnail\/#main\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7787\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/thumbnail-249x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"249\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7787\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/thumbnail-249x300.jpg 249w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/thumbnail.jpg 276w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 249px) 100vw, 249px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAuthor of two book-length narrative poems, <em>The Adventure<\/em> (Story Line Press, 1986; to be reissued by Red Hen Press) and <em>Happiness <\/em>(Story Line Press, 1998), and two collections, <em>A Poverty of Words<\/em> (Prolific Press, 2015) and<em> Landscape with Mutant<\/em> (Smokestack Books, UK, 2018). In print, Pollack\u2019s work has appeared in<em> Hudson Review, Salmagundi, Poetry Salzburg Review, Manhattan Review, Skidrow Penthouse, Main Street Rag, Miramar, Chicago Quarterly Review, The Fish Anthology<\/em> (Ireland), <em>Poetry Quarterly Review, Magma<\/em> (UK),<em> Neon <\/em>(UK), <em>Orbis<\/em> (UK), <em>Armarolla, December<\/em>, and elsewhere. Online, his poems have appeared in <em>Big Bridge, Diagram, BlazeVox, Mudlark, Occupoetry, Faircloth Review, Triggerfish, Big Pond Rumours<\/em> (Canada), M<em>isfit, OffCourse , Poetry Life and Times <\/em>(2015) and elsewhere.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nRobin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\">Poetry Life and Times<\/a> at <a href=\"http:\/\/Artvilla.com\">Artvilla.com <\/a>; You may visit <a href=\"http:\/\/www.aquillrelle.com\/authorrobin.htm\">Aquillrelle.com\/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop <\/a> about author &amp; <a href=\"https:\/\/poetrylifeandtimes.com\">https:\/\/poetrylifeandtimes.com<\/a> See Robin performing his work <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/robin-hislop-reads-at-university-of-leeds-his-poetry-and-translations-video-performance\">Performance (University of Leeds)<\/a><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">\n<div class=\"wp-socializer wpsr-share-icons\" data-lg-action=\"show\" data-sm-action=\"show\" data-sm-width=\"768\"><h3>Share and Enjoy !<\/h3><div class=\"wpsr-si-inner\"><div class=\"wpsr-counter wpsrc-sz-40px\" style=\"color:#000\"><span class=\"scount\" data-wpsrs=\"\" data-wpsrs-svcs=\"pinterest,print,pdf,twitter\"><i class=\"fa fa-share-alt\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><\/i><\/span><small class=\"stext\">Shares<\/small><\/div><div class=\"socializer sr-popup sr-count-1 sr-40px sr-pad\"><span class=\"sr-pinterest\"><a data-pin-custom=\"true\" data-id=\"pinterest\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/pin\/create\/button\/?url=&amp;media=&amp;description=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Submit this to Pinterest\"><i class=\"fab fa-pinterest\"><\/i><span class=\"ctext\" data-wpsrs=\"\" data-wpsrs-svcs=\"pinterest\"><\/span><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-print\"><a data-id=\"print\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.printfriendly.com\/print?url=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Print this article \"><i class=\"fa fa-print\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-pdf\"><a data-id=\"pdf\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.printfriendly.com\/print?url=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Convert to PDF\"><i class=\"fa fa-file-pdf\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-twitter\"><a data-id=\"twitter\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?text=%20-%20%20\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Tweet this !\"><i class=\"fab fa-twitter\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-share-menu\"><a href=\"#\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"More share links\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" data-metadata=\"{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;excerpt&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;image&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;short-url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;rss-url&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/www.artvilla.com\\\/plt\\\/feed\\\/&quot;,&quot;comments-section&quot;:&quot;comments&quot;,&quot;raw-url&quot;:null,&quot;twitter-username&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-id&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-secret&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\"><i class=\"fa fa-plus\"><\/i><\/a><\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"wp-socializer wpsr-share-icons\" data-lg-action=\"show\" data-sm-action=\"show\" data-sm-width=\"768\"><div class=\"wpsr-si-inner\"><div class=\"socializer sr-popup sr-32px sr-pad\"><span class=\"sr-facebook\"><a data-id=\"facebook\" style=\"background-color:#1e73be;color:#8224e3;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share.php?u=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Share this on Facebook\"><i class=\"fab fa-facebook-f\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-share-menu\"><a href=\"#\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"More share links\" style=\"background-color:#1e73be;color:#8224e3;\" data-metadata=\"{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;excerpt&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;image&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;short-url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;rss-url&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/www.artvilla.com\\\/plt\\\/feed\\\/&quot;,&quot;comments-section&quot;:&quot;comments&quot;,&quot;raw-url&quot;:null,&quot;twitter-username&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-id&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-secret&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\"><i class=\"fa fa-plus\"><\/i><\/a><\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Self-Starter &nbsp; (i.) &nbsp; A superhero from a distant franchise of the Marvel universe finds himself in a labyrinth. 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His great secret motivator, contempt, rises (not breaking the mild, righteous surface); and with a combination of fire from his eyes and &#8230; <a title=\"3 Poems by Frederick Pollack, Self-Starter, Gran Via &#038; Something I Said\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/3-poems-by-frederick-pollock-self-starter-gran-via-something-i-said\/\" aria-label=\"More on 3 Poems by Frederick Pollack, Self-Starter, Gran Via &#038; Something I Said\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[781,595,808,796,366,401,43],"tags":[18,136,874],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7786"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7786"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7786\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7791,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7786\/revisions\/7791"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7786"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7786"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7786"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}