There are caps and there are gowns wrapped around an application for a Visa card It's everywhere I want to be !!Do Not Delay!! I am warned--luckily I took care of all this weeks ago I haven't opened my urban studies INTRAMURAL stamped packet reminds me of afterschool suburban sports flag football, basketball, volleyball everything in its proper league To life, I dig through the layers-- My parents want me to have a happy passover with "matzah love" I had a happy passover with my family years ago Two empty envelopes--one from Student Financial Services and one from the passover wishes They both finance my education Then there is an announcement for a job fair. I know what it is before I open it. I open it. Two waiters serving up jobs College graduates do not become waiters These firms have actual job openings available immediately I COULD WAIT TABLES. I COULD WAIT TABLES. I COULD WAIT TABLES. I'm invited to the party, but am I on the list of the 33 promoters for reduced admission? It happened last week -- Morty, James, J.P., Sophie, Fernando, Logan, Naph, Marti, Anthony, Rofique, Wally, Tino, Nisaba, Ryan, Ali, Zayd, Cara, Jimmy, Dina, Alejandro, Cristiana, J.C., Jimmy, Ali, Eric, Alyse, Ali, Ben, Mahan, Ryan, Ramon, Evan, Matt you're all on my list now thanks to the invitation -- you've been granted reduced admission Two CDs--country and western-- and I'm driving through Georgia in the back seat there is dope being passed around and I'm goin' country. Look at my boots. Time marches on. Country singers wear big hats to cover their big hair. Hair is power I shaved yesterday. Gotta have a CD player if I wanna hear this music More from Richard Beeman. I'm on his list of prospective college graduates and I need some "helpful information" to get me in my cap and gown to the complementary graduation ceremony. Then I must return my cap and gown. I've noted well that I must congregate at 6:00 pm MILK--Where's your mustache? It's on the five Elvises, one of them is very young. None of them is very old. Elvis was Elvis when Elvis was young Elvis was never very old I've got a postcard of Argentina. The mail service slapped a white sticker across the bottom of it The flourescent marks on the sticker and the sticker obscure the edges of the town Correo Argentina On its back is a PRIVATE BEACH which is the name of a hotel The state of it = Catholicism, or so the postcard says. Art Spiegelman, creator of Maus and 1992 Pulitzer Prize winner appeared on the same day as the party promoted by the 33 promoters on my list. I attended the lecture briefly, but the room was crowded and I couldn't hear. Both events have been remembered.
From: Lukasz Szyrmer
Dave, There's a lot you've done in this poem, raising numerous issues, many of which are particularly pertinent to the lives of the graduating members of hubverse. For some reason your poem got me thinking about bureaucratic poets, or alternately, the role of the poet in bureaucracy. You preserve institutional memory, particularly of functions. There seems to be a certain amount of chronicleing in this poem, viewed through the prism of your distinctively quirky and aesthetically challenging style. I lose the significance of the 'cap and gown information' by the end of the poem. You bring in religious allusions and descriptions of events into your postmodern critique, and I can't really make sense of the significance of the cap and the gown. They seem symbolic, but I can't quite get at the 'signified'. Either I'm missing something, which is quite possible, or you're missing something, and it'd be a good idea to add that something. "Boo" reduces to pushing boundaries, nothing more. Luke