{"id":764,"date":"2010-08-04T01:59:07","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T05:59:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/08\/04\/charlie-smith-speak-fewer-people\/"},"modified":"2010-08-04T01:59:07","modified_gmt":"2010-08-04T05:59:07","slug":"charlie-smith-speak-fewer-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/08\/04\/charlie-smith-speak-fewer-people\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlie Smith, &#8220;I Speak to Fewer People&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image763\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/08\/charlie-smith.jpg\" alt=\"charlie-smith.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>I have been in touch lately with my inner self,<br \/>\nthe fruit picker who lived all those years in a motel.<br \/>\nI shaded my story so it proved everything I did was<br \/>\nby intention. After each love affair, each participant<br \/>\nreceived a little gift. I mean someone always said:<br \/>\nYou didn&#8217;t really love her. I speak to fewer people<br \/>\nthan ever. No matter what it looks like&#8212;I say this<br \/>\nevery chance I get&#8212;something divine is going on.<br \/>\nAnd wonder: Is it? I&#8217;d like to lose a little weight.<br \/>\nJust the same, the marriage had its good points.<br \/>\nI still can&#8217;t tell you what I am known for. I&#8217;m easily<br \/>\nshamed. On my walks I hope to meet someone interesting,<br \/>\nsomeone I have been headed toward all my life,<br \/>\nor simply someone without too much guile, a friendly<br \/>\nperson with a little intelligence. Maybe we will<br \/>\nwalk along together, talking about romance or trucks.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0393338193\"><i>Word Comix<\/i><\/a> is the seventh collection of poems by Charlie Smith, and it also includes &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/poems.com\/poem.php?date=14825\">Illustrated Guide to Familiar American Trees<\/a>.&#8221; Published last year, it has recently come out in paperback; last fall, looking at the poems, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cardus.ca\/comment\/article\/1177\">Aaron Belz wrote<\/a>: &#8220;It sounds real. It doesn&#8217;t grasp for something interesting to talk about, a fragrant, beautiful scene to describe and ponder, or a gripping story to tell. It doesn&#8217;t get caught up in itself. Smith is at a point in his career when he can just <i>write<\/i>.&#8221; This summer, Smith also published his first novel in more than a decade, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0061859451\"><i>Three Delays<\/i><\/a>, which&#8212;if it&#8217;s anything like the voice in these poems&#8212;is going to be well worth a look. I&#8217;ll have to investigate!<\/p>\n<p>(Oh, and I meant to mention: This collection is dedicated to Gerald Stern, who was featured last week on <i>Beatrice<\/i> with the poem &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/07\/27\/gerald-stern-stepping-out-poetry\/\">Stepping Out of Poetry<\/a>.&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>At a Bryant Park event last year, when <i>Word Comix<\/i> was first published, Smith read &#8220;Beauty Works,&#8221; a poem from an earlier collection, <I>Heroin<\/i>:<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"480\" height=\"385\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/lfHz8dt3GHI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1\"><\/param><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"><\/param><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/lfHz8dt3GHI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n<p>Smith&#8217;s other poems include &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=29449\">Talking Among Ourselves<\/a>&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=30367\">Military Mind<\/a>&#8221; (both published in <i>Poetry<\/i>).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been in touch lately with my inner self, the fruit picker who lived all those years in a motel. I shaded my story so it proved everything I did was by intention. After each love affair, each participant received a little gift. I mean someone always said: You didn&#8217;t really love her. 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