Friday, November 10, 2006

Where cure and quiet commune

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In The Time Of Apples
For JoAnn

Let us walk hatless in a light rain, the legs
of October running like the fine sweat of a clear
wine down the bowed spheres of our faces.

Let us see no metaphor in bronzing leaves snaking
vineward along the subtle withers of a coarse trunk,
no secret thing known only to our least unknowing.

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What things shall we say to one another that elevation and
the whispers of snow might cause us to forget? Along the
road, weathered wood and rust-black iron mark the graves

of orchard machinery no longer useful, the fruit of their
industry idle as the hands that left them forsaken so.
Pies bulge with the laughter of children, their noses

pressed against craft-milled cabinet glass. Breakfast
begs biscuits and apple butter; cherry preserves prove
when crushed some things emerge richer, sweeter.

Closed doors and ivied windows press white against
green, musty larders where cure and quiet commune.
There are baskets to mend, burlap to patch, pickers

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and sap-stained hands sure to miss the pluck or fall of
the very last Spartan, which is left to the ground as
tokenseed for the next season as the baker leaves a

small knot of dough to bind his next kneading loaves.
Coffee and an untended fire, mist moving like oaken
skirts across tin-topped quonsets that ghost in and out

of the treeline. These are the matters that mill moment
and time, mark motion to remain beyond ruin. In the time
of apples, this is enough. It is enough as it is never so.

Joseph Gallo
October 15, 2006


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8 Comments:

Blogger Kyle parried...

Rich writing, Joseph.This is my favorite time of year, especially for poetry.

November 10, 2006 11:22 PM  
Blogger laozilover parried...

Hey Joseph,

You're not an easy guy to get ahold of - I see you pulled your Wikipedia entry! I hope not because of that silly brouhaha over at RP!

There are a bunch of birthday wishes for you, albeit late, piled up there in the birthday forum.

What's this CIDER MILL? Is that where you are visiting?

Looks homey.

JJ

...now I must "choose an identity!" lo

November 11, 2006 3:26 PM  
Blogger billie parried...

"What things shall we say to one another that elevation and the whispers of snow might cause us to forget?"

"cherry preserves prove when crushed some things emerge, richer, sweeter."

"Coffee and an untended fire, mist moving like oaken skirts across tin-topped quonsets that ghost in and out of the treeline."


These lines alone are enough to fuel my morning writing. Thank you for sharing these lovely words and images.

billie

November 13, 2006 5:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous parried...

I love this one, Joseph. There's nothing like an apple orchard in fall. This reminds me of one of my old haunts in upstate NY near the Appalachian trail. Thanks for that.

November 13, 2006 9:07 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

This is officially my 100th post at Drachenthrax. Fitting, eh? Thanks to you all for your heartfelt words.

Kyle: Mine too, my friend, my favorite time too. :-)

JJ: The cider mill is among many in Oak Glen, CA. Located on a driving loop through the mountains at 5,000 feet, several old orchards dot the landscape: apples, cherries, various shell nuts, mills, cafes, antique shops, even an historic old colonial house with seasonal pre-revolutionary reenactments.

Sorry to be so sparse over at the other old haunt, but times change and we gotsta change widdem. ;-)Thanks for the birthday wishes and sorry for the confusion I misled you through. It was indeed observed Saturday, November 11th, otherwise known as Armistice Day. I wanted to avoid any to-do over at RP, which is why I changed my birthdate there a couple of weeks ago. I was trying to be invisible, but someone must've remembered, eh?

Thanks, JJ, for informing me about it nonetheless. I'll have to go over and have a look, I suppose. The polite thing to do.

Yes, the Wiki thing elicited some RP miscreant further into the fray who posted some rather nasty & juvenile things about me there, which ultimately led to the temporary deletion of myself (and a couple of other Gallos) as it caught the wary eye of an Wiki editor who stated the entry was not submitted correctly. I haven't resubmitted it as yet as it is no big deal, except to a few jealous wannabes and the moron who found it necessary to act above their class.

And yes, after that episode, I decided my time at RP had come to a necessary close. I'd rather not consort anywhere such people are allowed to thrive and blither. I've other places to be, other things to attend to.

You're a dear man, my friend, and I'll keep you informed as to when the new book will become available. Thanks again, JJ. :-)

Billie: We share the same palate for enriching phrases and delicious words. If I've done nothing but throw fire on the fuel, my work here is done. ;-) Can't wait to see what you're up to, hon. ((((smiles))))

Anon: Glad you liked the piece. It's one of those place poems, a slow and simple stroll through slow and simple things. It rained the day of our visit, so everything was imbued with that crisp scent of sweet rooting mixed with wood and smoke, the leafy aroma of dearth and wormturn, the fermented bite of apple peel piled in dank corners where a few hearty wasps braved the cold of almost snow as they pared over the curled skins of lost apples.

If Appalachia is like that, then I would like Appalachia. Trail, or no trail. ;-)

November 14, 2006 12:14 AM  
Blogger billie parried...

You have done far more than fuel the fire - it's a novel in reverse, distilled down to only the most perfect details, the most lyrical language.

I am simply being selfish to take my favorite lines and let them wash me back to my own pages, where I wade through the longer form and look for places to go deeper.

billie

November 14, 2006 4:47 AM  
Blogger Joni parried...

Holy Crap! Anonymous was ME! I musta forgotten to sign in. What a dolt.

Appalachia is like that. Fall in the northern section is truly remarkable and one of the few things I miss. I guess it's pretty remarkable down here too, but I'm not where I get to see it much.

Thanks again for the reminder.

November 14, 2006 10:09 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Billie: Waders-R-Us. See you midstream where the chaptered fish follow the little metals in their Northerly oriented noses and tell a compelling story of the sea. (If not the stream, then the cruise ship where the lobster is sublime). ;-)

Jononymous: I knew it was you, but I just thought you wanted to play secret agent, or something. If you wanna see more of Appalachia, may I suggest you install a quality periscope in your living room, extending up through the shingles of the peaked roof? No? Then move. LOL

November 14, 2006 5:53 PM  

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