The Assassination – Donald Justice
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse.
It courses through the cables laid for it.
It mounts to the chandeliers and beats there, hotly.
We are too close. Too late, we would move back.
We are involved with the surge.
Now it bursts. Now it has been announced.
Now it is being soaked up by newspapers.
Now it is running through the streets.
The crowd has it. The woman selling carnations
And the man in the straw hat stand with it in their shoes.
Here is the red marquee it sheltered under.
Here is the ballroom, here
The sadly various orchestra led
By a single gesture. My arms open.
It enters. Look, we are dancing.
(June 5, 1968)
This week on the Influence: Donald Justice.
Picked up the poem above from reading through John Drury’s Poetry Dictionary. The assassination in the poem is that of Robert Kennedy’s in 1968.
Drury places the poem in the chance poetry category. In writing this poem, Justice wrote words on cards and picked them out at random as he wrote.
I sense some of the risk-taking of this practice in the “charged” words of the first stanza, and in the phrase “soaked up by newspapers” in the second. It’s only a guess, but on my third reading of the poem, the phrase struck me as masterfully plucked from its context of what to do about a spill and given a new life in this poem.
I am moved by the menace and epic feel achieved in the indirect take on the subject. Here you have a poem about a political misfortune that delves into the human aspect of it – how news travel into our lives. I noted on each rereading of the poem how the word “it’ becomes sinister and carries the emotion of the poem to the end. The end itself drives home a sense of mortality, of interrupted life.
On a lighter note: the carnations are brought to you courtesy of last week’s birthday celebration.
Bought them on the fly before dinner.
Also: I have two poems in Turn, an anthology of poems about seasons put out last month by Uttered Chaos Press. Copies can be purchased on the Uttered Chaos website here OR on Amazon here. Special thanks to UC editor Laura LeHew.
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