T.L. Morrisey

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I dreamed Artie Gold...

Window display at The Word Book Store remembering Artie Gold


I dreamed Artie Gold sat half-conscious in a hospital chair slumped forward surrounded by women wiping away saliva running down his chin. It was in this state he decided to end his life. The Chinese pottery Artie collected, the T’ang Dynasty, the Golden Age of Chinese culture and poetry; now the American Empire collapses, the look of the country changes because of the men we admire. Of Canada what can be said? A country of winter, a geography of wind in a northern land— the convergence of spirit and vision, what we’ve become, the poem completed.

Revised: 02 March 2021; 31 December 2021.