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January 29, 2004

The Wall Street Poet

Recently, the NYTimes published a few bits of 8 Mute Minimal Designs, a recent poem by Eugene Schlanger, otherwise known as The Wall Street Poet.

Where is the twisted human torso? Where are the flames? Where is the smoke? What crossed fingers still dangle below These calm subterranean spaces?

It continues:

Placid well-lit puddles of piddling light
Confine the defiant. Monuments,
Intended to mourn, feign empathy and
Experience. Serene Ground Zero.
Is this the scene searched in vain for remains?
Each age has the art that it deserves.

I find his work incredibly intelligent and moving and I really would like to know where I could get my hands on anything that he's published, or if I he's reading anywhere soon. I know that he used to read at the Cornelia Street Cafe open mike night, however that was a while ago.

The reports of New York's death are unfounded;
We are as greedy, hungry, and loud as ever.
~ Excerpted from "Porters and Promoters"

I'm a sucker for a good poet. You can read a bit more about Schlanger and his poetry in this 2002 Wall Street Journal article.

Posted by callalillie at January 29, 2004 2:14 PM |