Monday, May 26, 2014

Even the Dirt Kept Breathing a Small Breath

No, I am not related to Gregg Popovich, head coach of the San Antonio Spurs, this gif I found on my twitter timeline taken last night during a playoff game. It makes me laugh. I am often asked when presenting a form of ID or when asked my name, Hey, are you related to Gregg Popovich? Popovich, it once took up pages of white pages in Pittsburgh and Youngstown and Cleveland and Chicago and Milwaukee, it's one of the most common Serbian surnames. Youngsters, white pages, also known as phone books, were the slide rules of finding phone numbers back in the Pleistocene.


Theodore Roethke

Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!—
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.