Doing My Time

I spent much of the morning going over loan papers on the new house. It’s now clear to my why the refinancing of homes has been able to hold up the economy during the country’s latest recession. There must be millions of people involved in processing loans and transfering information back and forth.

And I think I talked to every one of them this morning, at least when I wasn’t on hold while a bright, cheery voice (at least the first four times I heard it) told me that I really didn’t need to be listening to her and that I could get off the phone and go online and discover the information I needed, which I couldn’t because if I could have I wouldn’t have been waiting on the damn phone to talk to a particular person who had sent me a letter saying that I should contact her at a particular extension, though in the end I got someone else, despite the fact that I had dialed her extension, along with an incomprehensible string of numbers. [If you’re still with me, that sentence probably accurately conveys some of the aggravation and confusion I felt while waiting for the rather simple answer to my question.]

Since I’m finding it imperative to take some mental breaks from all the details involved in my move, I’ve been trying to read some early Robert Penn Warren, but it’s not easy going. Now I remember how glad I am that modern poets have gone to free verse , no longer tying their ideas down to somes strict rhyme scheme. That’s not to say, though, that I still don’t love a poet that can pull off traditional poetry techniques without sounding like they’ve been tied and gagged before beginning to write.

Often, though, I find it more relaxing to simply return to familiar blogs and pick up on people’s various entries. One of my favorite’s today is Nick Piambo’s fait accompli where I found a poem entitled, I think, “7/26/76” for blog entry dated Thursday, September 4.

Reading the poem reminded me I need to spend more time reading poet’s I’ve been following online. His book entitled Theoretical Objects sounds like a book I’m going to have to purchase after I’m finally moved.

Still, free is hard to beat, so bounce over there and find out if you like the poem as much as I do.