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Where the Santa Ana Freeway inherits the Long Beach
Three poems by Patty Seyburn
Patty Seyburn: currently, her favorite words are “cruller” and “compote”
Ode to My Grecian Urns
- Fake, faux, ersatz and what’s more, there are two
- of them. Keats said the sonnet wouldn’t do.
- Wrong tone. No Pindarics — not the right form
- for philosophy. The poem must transform
- the art, ekphrastic creed. Mine would require
- some spell or wand or sleight of hand, dire
- magic. Both claret with a vine. Mouth, bronze.
- One flared at the top, slim neck like a swan’s,
- tall and narrow. The other wide and low,
- built-in handles. From not-so-long ago,
- some California school, copies to the core.
- One, a column-crater; one amphora —
- Not ancient Greek. Can everything inspire?
- Yes, wrote C. Rossetti: a flint holds fire.
At King Taco
- Where the Santa Ana Freeway (the 5)
- inherits the Long Beach (the 710)
- and I wonder if I’ll ever arrive
- while Herbie Mann notches the bedpost of jazz
- with a flute on station KLON.
- Yea, Lord, having driven through the chasm
- of the valley of the shadow not of
- death fearing no evil but oblivion,
- I hear “why are you so mean to me,” rubato.
- The alternative to sex songs are love-
- songs on mainstream frequencies, and my mien
- turns upbeat to match the freeway’s motto:
- all wounds healed by a vehicle and speed.
- (Save those caused when leaving is the deed.)
In My Land: we have
- artisanal danish. The quality
- of light a cross between Biarritz and
- the perishables room at Costco.
- The Sunset Psychic. My favorite cousin
- (almost a sister) (we always forgive).
- Brow bars. The Santa Ana riverbed
- trail. Newport Dunes. Madame Helena
- Modjeska. (Modrzejewka.) Second wishes.
- When they turned the country on its side, I
- was watching Lucy. I rolled into the
- sea, but am shaped like a surfboard. The berm
- found me. Since then I have become a Hass
- avocado, an orange, a clove of
- garlic. A strawberry. Second wishes.
Patty Seyburn has published four books of poems: Perfecta (What Books Press, 2014), Hilarity (New Issues Press, 2009), Mechanical Cluster (Ohio State University Press, 2002), and Diasporadic (Helicon Nine Editions, 1998). She is a professor at California State University, Long Beach, and co-editor of POOL: A Journal of Poetry (poolpoetry.com). Currently, her favorite words are “cruller” and “compote.”
Here's something you might be interested in.
Where the Santa Ana Freeway inherits the Long Beach
Three poems by Patty Seyburn
Where the Santa Ana Freeway inherits the Long Beach
Three poems by Patty Seyburn
Patty Seyburn: currently, her favorite words are “cruller” and “compote”
Ode to My Grecian Urns
- Fake, faux, ersatz and what’s more, there are two
- of them. Keats said the sonnet wouldn’t do.
- Wrong tone. No Pindarics — not the right form
- for philosophy. The poem must transform
- the art, ekphrastic creed. Mine would require
- some spell or wand or sleight of hand, dire
- magic. Both claret with a vine. Mouth, bronze.
- One flared at the top, slim neck like a swan’s,
- tall and narrow. The other wide and low,
- built-in handles. From not-so-long ago,
- some California school, copies to the core.
- One, a column-crater; one amphora —
- Not ancient Greek. Can everything inspire?
- Yes, wrote C. Rossetti: a flint holds fire.
At King Taco
- Where the Santa Ana Freeway (the 5)
- inherits the Long Beach (the 710)
- and I wonder if I’ll ever arrive
- while Herbie Mann notches the bedpost of jazz
- with a flute on station KLON.
- Yea, Lord, having driven through the chasm
- of the valley of the shadow not of
- death fearing no evil but oblivion,
- I hear “why are you so mean to me,” rubato.
- The alternative to sex songs are love-
- songs on mainstream frequencies, and my mien
- turns upbeat to match the freeway’s motto:
- all wounds healed by a vehicle and speed.
- (Save those caused when leaving is the deed.)
In My Land: we have
- artisanal danish. The quality
- of light a cross between Biarritz and
- the perishables room at Costco.
- The Sunset Psychic. My favorite cousin
- (almost a sister) (we always forgive).
- Brow bars. The Santa Ana riverbed
- trail. Newport Dunes. Madame Helena
- Modjeska. (Modrzejewka.) Second wishes.
- When they turned the country on its side, I
- was watching Lucy. I rolled into the
- sea, but am shaped like a surfboard. The berm
- found me. Since then I have become a Hass
- avocado, an orange, a clove of
- garlic. A strawberry. Second wishes.
Patty Seyburn has published four books of poems: Perfecta (What Books Press, 2014), Hilarity (New Issues Press, 2009), Mechanical Cluster (Ohio State University Press, 2002), and Diasporadic (Helicon Nine Editions, 1998). She is a professor at California State University, Long Beach, and co-editor of POOL: A Journal of Poetry (poolpoetry.com). Currently, her favorite words are “cruller” and “compote.”
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