Mudlark Poster No. 2 (1997)

Barry Spacks

Jays at Tassajara | Ah | Life Work

Barry Spacks has had "about 350 poems published in every conceivable journal over all these many years since the Punic Wars, also stories, two novels, etc., etc.--seven poetry collections from such publishers as Harper's, Doubleday, U. of Georgia series, Godine, Johns Hopkins (Spacks Street: New & Selected Poems, winner of the Commonwealth Club of California's Poetry Medal) -- plus multi years of teaching at M.I.T. & U.C. Santa Barbara mainly, shoe size 11B."


Jays at Tassajara

Loud boss jay
perches on sugarbowl:
pecks -- bowl wobbles --
self-frighted, flies.


Jay's feather-horn --
dumbhead dunce cap...
or warrior-helmet,
pointing The Way?


A towel covers food...
at each end a jay
could lift it, pure Disney -- together?


Jays between forays:
no different from humans:
beaks always slightly



They appear and appear in cascades, the Angels.
Many, wingless, seem simply human,
only revealed through their wit and glow
as an intercession of Angels.

Even mere stones might in truth be Angels
brilliantly disguised;
say the stone on which you stubbed your hobbled
foot, and pausing to nurse the hurt

arrived too late at the crossroads to murder
your father-the-stranger passing by.
Even a dustmote might be an Angel.
Ah. Ah. Very ah.

Even a indrawn breath...


Life Work

"Perfection of the life, or of the work."
           --W.B. Yeats

      Somehow surviving my education,
        contradicting Yeats, imagine!
I footnote this line as I weave through the dark:
          "No, sir, baby -- 'and'."

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