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October 11, 2006

Wednesday is Poetry Day: Richard Harrison

Two weeks ago, I presented baseball poetry. Baseball lends itself to poetry--both are cerebral, complex, and boring to those of lesser intelligence. Notice there's no real good NASCAR poetry out there?

My other favorite sport is hockey. Maybe because it's easy to get tickets, maybe because it's a beautiful game, maybe because the first words my gf ever spoke to me were because of hockey...I like hockey a lot.

Two years ago, I wasn't watching hockey. No one was, because of the lockout. Little did we know that soon, in mid-February, the 2004-05 NHL season would be cancelled. People were Pissed Off.

Canadian poet Richard Harrison has published an entire book of hockey poetry, Hero of the Play, and he was one of those Pissed Off people. Soon after the season was cancelled in 2005, the following poem was published:

NH Elegy

Once, men came home from war,
or from the sides of family graves,
to lace up skates and play for it
as if everything could be remade
in a silver bowl passed hand to hand.
For years it etched the seasons
with their winning names,
and took the touch of triumph
into each triumphant house. It paused
just once to mourn the dead, and
stayed unmarked to mark their passing.
Today, left idle in the Hall of Fame,
while rich men quarrel to no profit at its base,
untouched upon its plinth it stands.
And all who see it can tell you now
how a fallen thing is one that no one holds.

Of course, the 2006-07 hockey season started last week. The league has expanded from the Original Six teams to thirty teams, the Great Canadian Game...well, there are only 6 teams from cities in the Great White North. There are teams in Phoenix, Florida, Tennesee, and the defending Stanley Cup champions play in North Carolina. They're also winless, but there's a lot of season yet to go.

My beloved Caps have played only two games and they're 1 and 1, which, where they're concerned, is slightly above par for them in October. Yeah, baby...it's hockey season.

Game on!

Posted by Victor, Oct. 11, 2006 | TrackBack (0)
Rubric: Poetry



Comments

Baseball is cerebral, while nascar is for rednecks? I'll remember that the next time I see a nascar driver drool redman down the front of his nomex. Gawd you're an idiot.

Posted by: Casca on Oct. 11, 2006

That's a nice one Victor. what is that iambic tetrameter?

I hope Casca is not making the argument that stock car racing is a more cerebral sport than baseball. George Will might have something to say about that.

Posted by: annika on Oct. 11, 2006

Read your United 93 comments on the internet. Good stuff. Also the baseball poetry, good work. Field of Dreams should be mandatory viewing as well.

Posted by: Larry Provost on Oct. 11, 2006

I think Casca is proving my point for me, annie.

As for the meter, the number of beats per line jumps...to me, anyway. Lines 5,6, & 7, for example, have 4, 3, then 2 beats.

Posted by: Victor on Oct. 11, 2006

If I was capable of thought, I'd consider your opinion. Racing machines of all sorts are highly technical. Those who think that it's all about watching cars go in circles are mistaken.

Posted by: Casca on Oct. 11, 2006

god bless hockey...i'm in san fran this week, tried to catch a sharks game but sold out...oh well, i'll catch the stars back in texas.

Posted by: Scof on Oct. 12, 2006