IF Music be . . . . Today’s poem ~ October 4, 2013 ~ is a sonnet by Jack Pendarvis – entitled “Hank Williams” from “Whatever Remembers Us: Anthology of Alabama Poetry. Jack Pendarvis was once a student of Sue Walker’s at the University of South Alabama. Here’s a bit of information, but Jack, where in the universe are you now? jackpendarvis.blogspot/ He is the author of “Awesome.” See a review here: believermag/issues/200809/?read=review_pendarvis Hank Williams By Jack Pendarvis At twenty-nine? He died at twenty-nine? It scares me now more than Mozart. Not that Hank Had ever walked the starry razor line Or drunk the angel dew that Mozart drank. For art, let’s clearly call it blasphemy To mention all the songs he ever wrote, His whole blue world of highs and misery, Beside one Mozart phrase, if not one note. Yet Mozart was a youngster drunk on day While Hank was old, his heart a caved-in sun, And I will not feel ignorant to say That in his last mass Mozart had begun, Through bars and broken beams, to barely sight The light Hank always saw, that dying light.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 11:45:56 +0000
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