View From The Northern Wall: That Old Song

Friday, April 26, 2013

That Old Song

That Old Song

I did not leave love
behind in San Francisco.
I am sure of that.
That old song is wrong,
at least for me but I left
behind a parrot.
I brought along Fred
who was a marsupial,
but he died Tuesday.

April 26, 2013 3:52 PM

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Wine and WordsApril 26, 2013 at 6:21 PM
I forgot what I was going to say. I'm cracking up at "Poultry in motion" LOL. How long have I missed that?????
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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That Old Song

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