Sunday, November 16, 2003

From Same Day, Later in the Maximus Poems:

Contemplating my Neolithic
neighbors, Mother and Son, while Son mows
noisily, with power mower the grass and Ma
hangs over the fence simply

And I'm thinking how my landlord is named Frontiero, a common name around these parts, and how Olson mentions a Mrs. Frontiero a couple of times in his poetry. I want to ask my landlord if he ever knew Gloucester's great artist, but I'm afraid he'll just give me a blank stare.

Nice enough guy, though.

PS: Both Gerrit and James have both mentioned that Olson was such an enormous man physically that most citizens would remember him walking the streets of Gloucester.

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