Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Anatomy/List/Catalog Poem

After about an hour of searching, I finally found an anatomy poem that I liked. This poem caught my eye because of the way it Incorporated everything that goes into a soup. This poem breaks down the soup into parts that are oftentimes overlooked by people who eat soup from a can. He even includes articles such as the saucer, spoon, and napkin as a part of the meal. After reading this poem, I wondered who Molina was and what she thought of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"The Soup" by Gary Soto
The lights off, the clock glowing 2:10,
And Molina is at the table drawing what he thinks is soup
And its carrots rising through a gray broth.
He adds meat and peppers it with pencil markings.
The onion has gathered the peas in its smile.
The surface is blurred with the cold oils squeezed from a lime.
He adds hominy and potato that bobIn a current of pork fat, from one rim to the other,
Crashing into the celery that has canoed such a long way.
Spoon handle that is a plank an ant climbs.
Saucer that is the slipped disk of a longhorn.
Napkin that is shredded into a cupful of snow.


  1. The poem I chose to use is Tuli Kupferberg's "Greenwich Village Of My Dreams." I chose this poem because he lists at length certain events that took place in Greenwich Village, New York. We discussed in class that lists can be used to remember things. I like this poem because it is clearly a period piece. Greenwich Village is not very much like is described in the poem anymore, so it seems as though it could be a device to remember it, the way that it used to be. This is shown in the poem itself as it lists all the events, and then it states,"The world an art/Life a joy/The village come alive again," as if it is asking or demanding that it returns to what it used to be. I also enjoy how it seems to gain momentum and then it's almost as if there is a breath that is taken and then it's grounded again.

    A rose in a stone.
    Chariots on the West Side Highway.
    Blues in the Soviet Union.
    Onions in times square.
    A Japanese in Chinatown.
    A soup sandwich.
    A Hudson terraplane.
    Chess in a Catskill bungalow.
    Awnings in Atlanta.
    Lewisohn stadium in the blackout.
    Brooklyn beneath the East River.
    the waves passover.
    The Battery in the startling sunlight.
    Kleins in Ohrbachs.
    Love on the dole, Roosevelt not elected.
    Hoover under the 3rd Ave El
    Joe Gould kissing Maxwell Bodenheim
    & puffing on his pipe
    Edna Millay feeling Edmund Wilson
    Charlie Parker & Ted Joans talking
    in Sheridan Sq Park & its cold man!
    The Cedar St Bar with Cedars in it
    & autos crashing against the cedars
    The Chase Manhattan Bank closed
    down for repairs. To open as the
    new Waldorf Cafeteria.
    Lionel Trilling kissing Allen Ginsberg
    after great Reading in the Gaslight
    The Limelight changes its name to
    the Electric Light & features
    Charlie Chaplin as a s(w)inging
    Edgar Allen Poe becoming the dentist
    in the Waverly dispensary & giving
    everyone free nitrous oxide high
    Louis getting thrown out of Louis'
    San Remo stepping up to the bar &
    asking for a wet martini
    The Charleston on Charles St
    featuring my Sister Eileen
    & the Kronstadt sailors.
    Max Eastman & John Reed
    buying Gungawala hashish candy
    at the German Delicatessen on 6th
    Ave and West 4th Street.
    Tourists bringing pictures to sell
    to artists in their annual disposition.
    Civilians telling cops to move on
    Coffeehouses that sell brandy
    in their coffee cups
    Eugene O'Neill insisting on coffee
    John Barrymore in the offbroadway Hamlet
    Walt Whitman cruising on MacDougal
    Ike & Mamie drunk in Minettas
    Khrushchev singing peat bog soldiers
    in the circle (with a balalaika)
    Everybody kissing & hugging squeezing
    Khrushchev & Eisenhower a big fat kiss
    The world an art
    Life a joy
    The village come to life again

    I wake up singing
    I that dwell in New York
    Sweet song bless my mouth
    Beauty bless my eyes

    Song of the world
    Fly forth from dreams!

    How beautiful is love
    And the fruit thereof
    Holy holy holy
    A kiss and a star


  2. I think this is a good example of a catalog/list poem because the speaker in the poem is almost spontaneously remembering a certain event while they are speaking. I liked this poem personally not only for its spontaneous nature, but the narrative characteristics that pop out to the reader. I also like this poem for its sadness and the nostalgic manner of wanting to be remembered.

    The Way Of The Coventicle Of The Trees
    Hayden Carruth

    Just yesterday afternoon I heard a man
    Say he lived in a house with no windows
    The door of which was locked on the outside.
    This was at a party in New York, New York.
    A deep Oriental type, I said to myself,
    One of them indescribable Tebootans who
    Habitate on Quaker Heights and drink
    Mulled kvass first thing every morning
    With their vitamins. An asshole. And
    Haven't I more years than he? Haven't
    I spent them looking out the window
    At the trees? Oh the various trees.
    They have looked back at me with their
    Homely American faces: the hemlocks
    And white birches of one of my transient
    Homes, the catalpas and honey locusts
    Of another, the sweet gum and bay and
    Coffee trees, the hop hornbeam and the
    Spindle tree, the dogwood, the great.
    Horse chestnut, the overdressed pawpaw
    Who is the gamin of that dominion.
    Then, behind them, the forest, the sodality.
    What pizzazz in their theorizing! How fat
    The sentimentibilities of their hosannas!
    I have looked at them out the window
    So intently and persistently that always
    My who-I-am has gone out among them
    Where the fluttering ideas beckon. Yes,
    We've been best friends these sixty-nine
    Years, standing around this hot stove
    Of a world, hawking, phewing, guffawing,
    My dear ones, who will remember me
    For a long, long time when I'm gone.


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