Cid Corman Remix

Cid CormanCid Corman’s poem beginning “It isn’t for want” haunts me. It’s the urgent quality of Cid’s voice, recorded there over the telephone. And the way he so pressingly emphasizes any word adjacent to the word “you,” as in “Something to tell you” or “To detain you.” The phrases of the poem go round in my mind. So much so that I decided to remix the poem, almost as a way of getting it out of my head. As if to Stein-ize it would relieve it of its longing to have us listen. The remix also has the virtue, I think, of instructing us in Corman’s use of breath as a formal unit. Anyway, I’m certain this will sound annoying to some, but here you go.

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