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Click here(redux: to the ancient connection)
As he stands beneath the nebulous glow,
he seizes me in his epicanthic fold
and I see dynasties of ming wisdom
in the slants.
I cross the street like a paranoid Peter Lorre,
a slight nod of the head,
broken English spoken
as we slide around the corner
into the shadows of the redbrick alley.
This is a cultural exchange.
With little time to waste,
I slip him my hard-earned American cash
and he hands me the Chinese laundry.
Later, alone in the apartment and
beneath the halo of the naked bulb,
I devour the sacred script.
Then I sit in a chair by the table,
extinguish the light and contemplate
the endless dawn that rises,
wide-eyed and glued
to the ancient connection.
I was wondering the same. Did not care for the insinuation, could not find inherent poetic justification and the cultural conotation is as strong as the "N" word. So what is the point? Shock value?
A racist is such a negative insinuation here... I'd like to know what this imagery calls up for you, honest and straight up, when you read this poem 1201. At least I admitted what was conjoured in my mind, with words like dynasty, ming and slants opening the poem, what did you think?
I had no idea Champ was a racist, mysterious enough, so what did the fortune cookie say?
Especially like this with its revisions to the earlier work, <i>to the ancient connection</i>; breaking it up the way you do here seems to give it more impact.
What a fantastic way to describe Oriental racial characteristics. Very clean and really gripping imagery. Thanks for this one.