A FUGUE REMEMBERING THE PUEBLO

Intelligence / ship

The ability to invent that

that ideogram without pictures?

is itself a sign. A

talent for anti-poetry is out there

latent in our   culture   the pre-Norman conquest way   to make words is to compound   them: ond His modgethanc

(sang Caedmon)

Nor will a little intelligence hurt you poets. But first

1. Can you persuade the wind to whistle?

2. whirl around a room?

3. halt cars?   Signals are important.   Lieutenant Harris   Went to Paris   To buy his girl   A bra.

No no

Coronado, Calif. Feb. 19

The Pueblo's youngest officer buried his face in his hands today and cried before the five admirals conducting the court of inquiry into the capture of the   intelligence / ship.

No no accuracy withholding itself from rhetoric but sharing the same lexicon

"he bit his lip" & "he pressed his fingers into his eyes"

"trembling" & "starting to weep"

The instruments have gotten out of hand.

No whit-hatted admiral could smash them now.

No Hercules stepping out of a bronze with his club.

I WANTED TO TAKE MY LIFE BUT I COULDN'T DO IT

He killed it. He killed he said.

It took him 4 mos. but he killed it.

He urinated on it he confessed.

(the plant that the prison guard gave him)   So I hated life sayeth the preacher   (Before we had "classics" & before "machines")

I WANTED TO TAKE MY LIFE BUT I COULDN'T DO IT

A whole generation of saplings

in our twenties in the sixties

the 23-year-old lieutenants

Wanted to live.

O, maybe, we will again

in the spring, tra la.

D'ja hear the one about.. .

"The nursery man at A&P

Gave up on the unsold gardenia

And donated it outright

To the neighborhood drunk.

The poor man had a brother

Sober but bed-ridden

Whose good wife knew best

How to treat a perennial.

To get it out of the kitchen

She put it down the basement

Where it hibernated

Stubbier than ever.

To make room in the basement

She put it outside come Spring

Where it sprouted shiny tips

That became leaves and buds.

The blooms when it bloomed

Were smelled by all the neighbors

Three were worn by a tomboy

To her first long-gown May prom.'

Whereas:

classified information has to be destroyed eventually

epic / tragedy / comedy / pastoral / lyric in the flood days of sad stories

One of the lieutenant's comrades

wrote the epic of the spy ship

in 32 stanzas beginning:

Out of Japan

On the Fifth of Jan.

The Pueblo came a-steaming!

Word-code;

A place

Without females, without foliage;

Intelligence / ship.   SHARON E. MAYER