Monday, May 5, 2008

Cleansing the Palette

I can't end the day with a political post, so I offer some sweet rhythm in the form of a link to Lawrence Ferlinghetti's Baseball Canto. Excerpt:

Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
and demolish the barbarian invaders.
When the San Francisco Giants take the field
and everybody stands up for the National Anthem,
with some Irish tenor's voice piped over the loudspeakers,
with all the players struck dead in their places
and the white umpires like Irish cops in their black suits and little
black caps pressed over their hearts,
Standing straight and still like at some funeral of a blarney bartender,
and all facing east,
as if expecting some Great White Hope or the Founding Fathers to
appear on the horizon like 1066 or 1776.

But Willie Mays appears instead,
in the bottom of the first,
and a roar goes up as he clouts the first one into the sun and takes
off, like a footrunner from Thebes . . .

Click through to read the rest. Even better, pick up a copy of the Bob Dylan's Theme Time Radio Hour episode about baseball, on which Ferlinghetti reads it himself.

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