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e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
b e r g
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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
RANDY ROARK
And If I Didn’t
Do It, Well, You Know, I Tried
(for Chris Bell,
of Big Star)
I arrived in Memphis
and in a couple of minutes
this guy from out of nowhere
looking like a guy who
did a lot of
worrying and who later
turned out to be
a wild-eyed prophet with swamped-out
madness blaring from
the speakers in his studio
brought about an early
exit from me,
each thinking the other ridiculous—
it’s the only moment I’ve ever really
touched genius, and
that its touch was
too cold for me, but afterwards became
a major obsession, developing a taste for
troubled love, late
night
confessions and
disintegration—
razored apart and
taped together,
spinning out of control
the
imploding beauty he
became.
[Originally
published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/randy_roark.html.]