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But let’s put all of this aside; / for more than all of this, / my personal concern for self

and others has been diminished / by the disgust and enmity / hardening my heart.

 

 
 

 

Neighbors and Invaders

By Mackie Blanton

 

 

Along my inner right thigh

the stealth of teeth or pincers

or stingers

unsuspectingly has

invaded poisoned stiffened

my musculature.

 

An expected

self-effacing Southern Male

I have quietly endured the stale

pain for five weeks now

bowed by grim armature;

first before leaving the US

and now here, at a sidewalk café,

bending beneath lemon trees over memories,

a cappuccino and chocolate-covered nuts,

at best each night believing it would lift,

at last surrendering to my massages

and caresses.

 

This unneighborly incursion

happened I suppose six weeks

or so ago

(What do I know of such things?)

on my own Louisiana land

somehow somewhere

among the debris and rubbish

splintered

from the womb and maw and tresses

of a sweetly named hurricane.

 

All I have sought here

was an antibiotic salve

bought in halting Turkish

at an Ankara pharmacy.

I have hope now here in Izmir

that the balm, absorbed below crusting pus,

will work miracles beneath the skin:

 

a sleuth to match

my silence

an experimenter to match

            my risk-taking

a problem solver warrior to match

            my visitor’s love

for the terrain and plains

of the daughters and sons

of conquerors.

 

I am kept awake at night

however both by the pain

setting up camp

just above my knee

 

and by images entrenched

along my brain

of a suffering

worse than my own

(unless of course poisoned

I am dying): of

those abandoned homeless or dead

along America’s Gulf Coast

by an indifferent loveless wind

with a comely name: Katrina.

 

But let’s put all of this aside;

for more than all of this,

my personal concern for self

and others has been diminished

by the disgust and enmity

hardening my heart.

 

For my life, for our lives along the Gulf,

have been embalmed by the caresses

of quacks shysters and hucksters

not by the pummeling of

sudden war or famine or suicide bombers

but by the greed and slight of neighbors

massaging their pockets purses and wallets.

 

There are no words now

sublime enough to distract us

from thieves,

from the truth about men and women

who have not led,

nor even to divert our aim

away from their target heart.

 

When was I bitten or stung

exactly?

 

Was it when I hung out mildew

on tree trunks in the sun light

so that my clothes could air

dry out smell fresh again?

 

Was it when I fell to my knees,

lay down on toxic pavement,

exhausted

from rushing through the swampy

stench and mold of living room bed room

study, retrieving possessions things

I would do better to learn to live without?

 

When were we fooled and betrayed

exactly?

 

Was it when we first opened a book

about union unity liberty good citizenship?

The Dream?

 

Or was it that second book

often read at mother’s knee

about belief community compassion

 

forgiveness?

Again, The Dream.

 

Those books from my home,

now heaped at the curbside,

besogged with unseen toxicity,

hidden warfare inherent duplicity,

surrender their ink and evasive stains

to the evening air.

 

Take pictures and save receipts,

adjusters tell us.  My neighbor,

an amateur photographer, will flit

here and there in most of the

neighborhoods of dead zones and

ruin – Flick!  Flick!  Snap!  Snap! –

and frame his takes for an eventual

one man opening at a fine French

restaurant, with wine cheese and

chocolate-covered ants.

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Responses

Wow. This is an incredible keeper.

It is so twilight zonish to get mail from you in Turkey about New Orleans.  I guess you are kind of obsessed. I guess I would be too.  I would really like to know the answers to my earlier questions about your life there.  I like to imagine people where they are. I need a sense of place to know and think of my friends.  I have a sense of place for Linda and Jordan now.  Oh my. 

We hear the Avian flu is in Turkey.  Have you heard about that wonderful tidbit?  Linda

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You're going to have to envision me as you get me, Darling.  Did I forget to tell you that, well, now I've had it all?  Just this past -- Monday, was it, already? -- I experienced my first earthquake ever while sitting here at my office desk! And on a morning I forgot both wallet and passport back in my apt.  Who would have been able to identify the corpse?!

They now tell me here that Izmir undergoes underground tremors constantly.  Some people report 150 for Monday; others, 500.  Whatever the exact number, four were felt across the territory on Monday and two were bigger than had been felt in years: 5.7 and 5.9, though the US registered it as a 9.  I could feel the quake move through me and take over my body as if I were just another extension of the room I was in, like a column or a chair or bookcase.  I still have dizzying phantom imaginings that I can feel one starting up again, especially when I am in a tall building; or perhaps what I am feeling is just one of the many tremors of the Anatolian Fault.

The campus closed on Monday, as did all schools.  The streets were filled with parents rushing to rescue their kids.  Kids were crying.  Panicky motorists were arguing, even fighting, because nerves were suddenly on edge.  Some people died from fright or from accidents while rushing out of imagined harm's way.

Most people have slept out in their cars these last two nights, afraid to be indoors where the roof might cave in on them.  They say it's better to live in a two-story apartment building, on the second floor. That way, you won't have far too fall and you are not on the bottom.  In my new apartment building, constructed to be earthquake proof (I hope), I live on the 7th floor. Mackie

posted 19 October 2005

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