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Days
When Nothing Happens
by David
Tucker
2003, 25 pages
Winner of the 2003 Sapering
Hol Press Chapbook Competition.
"And
This Just In"
Those
footfalls on the stairs when the night shift went home,
the sunlight fanning
through the dinosaur's rib cage,
the janitor's sneeze—we're asking questions,
we'd like to know more.
The
moth in the clock tower at City Hall,
the 200th generation to sleep there—we
may banner the story
across Page One. And in Metro, we're leading
with
the yawn that traveled city council chambers
this morning then slipped into
the streets
and wound through the city. The editorial page
will decry
the unaccountable boredom
that overtook everyone around three in the afternoon.
In Features we catch up with the young priest
as he climbs the long steps
to his church,
his arms full of groceries. A
watchman humming in the parking lot
at Broad and Market—we have that—
with a sidebar on the bronze glass
of a whiskey bottle cracking into cheap
jewels
under his boots. A boy walking across the ball field
an hour after
the game—we're covering that silence.
We have reporters working hard, we're
getting
to the bottom of all of it.
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David Tucker
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David
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Praise
For
Days
When Nothing Happens |
"I
value David Tucker's poems for their concentration on the mysteries of the vivid:
the unfathomable mysteries that flare from the ordinary, what he calls 'the judder
and stutter of events.' His seismograph tracks the newsroom's trembling for event,
charting the peaks and valleys of our general human need for sensation or knowledge.
He writes about that need clearly, cleanly, with a reporter's respect for information
and a poet's awareness of the undisclosed. This brief selection is a pleasurable,
memorable read. It leaves me wanting more."
—Robert Pinsky | |
