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The Long and Short of It (Part 3)

PART 1 OF THIS SERIES IS HERE.

PART 2 OF THIS SERIES IS HERE.

Based on a comment by Helen Vendler in her book Dickinson, Selected Poems and Commentaries, I started a series of posts on short poems (aside from short poetic forms like haiku). Part 1, inspired by a three-line poem by Dickinson, and part 2, on what is said to be the shortest poem in the world (by Aram Saroyan), are linked above. In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that I had a few loose ends to knot up, starting with a funny story about lobstee – er, lobster. Here’s the lowdown: My wife and I were visiting the Atlantic coast of New Hampshire, the state with the least amount of coastline of any US state at just 13 miles, and as many do when visiting New England, we thought we’d have seafood for dinner. At the ocean-side restaurant, I perused the menu and figured that at least one of us would order lobster (likely my wife since I prefer crab). The menu, of course, ballyhooed their lobster, and within all the printed fanfare, it said “half or whole.” When the server arrived to take our order, she asked if we had any questions. I inquired about the lobster. “If I order half, which half do I get?” She. Just. Cackled. She hollered for all of the other servers and bussers to come over to our table. “He asked which half of the lobster he’d get,” she hooted. Before long, I was surrounded by a chorus of roaring New Hampshirites. Evidently, “half or whole” refers to a pound (or half) of lobster.

My second loose end relates to my two-degrees-of-separation involving punk rocker Richard Hell, who co-published a book of word-art with Christopher Wool. “Who the hell is Richard Hell?” I asked myself yesterday, and at dinner that night, as I told my wife about my shallow-dive into short works of poetry, Saroyan’s “m,” and Richard Hell’s word art in “Psychopts,” she said flatly, “We know Richard Hell,” as she finished ladling out a bowl of homemade minestrone soup. Say whaaaat??? I knew I knew the name, but what the hell (pun intended) was the connection? She reminded me that one of my college professor’s son had changed his name to Richard Hell. Oooohhhh yeah. Could this Richard Hell be one and the same? Hell yeah! We googled it to be sure. ​Richard Hell, born Richard Lester Meyers, was the son of Carolyn H. Rhodes – not only a professor of some of my undergraduate English lit & poetry courses, but my academic advisor! Whop bop b-luma b-lop bam bom!

Above: SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION (working backwards from Emily Dickinson): On March 13, I wrote about Dickinson's poem "In the name of the Bee" and mentioned a podcast by Christopher Lydon >>> The podcast was of an interview with Helen Vendler about her book Dickinson, Selected Poems and Commentaries >>> Based on comments by Vendler on short poems, I began this series of posts and shared Aram Saroyan's single letter poem, "m" >>> As part of the post on "m," I explored word art by Richard Hell >>> Richard Hell was the son of college professor Carolyn H. Rhodes >>> Rhoades was my academic advisor at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, VA.

Thirdly, I promised to share an additional poem as short as “m,” and there is one by J. W. Curry composed of a lower-case i with his thumbprint as the dot – making this “i” uniquely own.

Speaking of “i,” I concluded yesterday’s post with Tom Snarsky’s comments and my responses on Saroyan’s “m.” Snarsky followed his list of observations with this statement:

“The above list is just a jumping-off point. You may have seen something completely different in the piece. When you look at ‘m,’ what do you see?”

I added, “There is one more thing. I'll include that with my list of loose ends tomorrow.”

Well, I mentioned earlier that I’d reviewed my post from yesterday with my wife that night, and I showed her Saroyan’s poem “m” to get her reaction. It was not favorable, but she humored me while I recounted Snarsky’s comments and my responses. Just as I finished up and turned my screen’s view of “m-with-the-extra-leg” away from her, she said, “I see ‘I am.’” Say what? “I see ‘I am.’” I looked at “m” again. Okay, I could envisage what she was describing, so I tried to refashion Saroyan’s “m” as “i am” with the Playbill font – both with a capital I (below on the left) and a lower-case I, sans dot (below on the right). I did so by trying to match the size and position of the serif blocks on the bottoms of the two letters:

The results? Well, my experiment didn’t quite work – but I could visualize what she saw in the – dare I say – poem. TBH, as single word/word art poetry goes, some merger of “m” with “i’m” a la Cummings or Curry would work better for me than just an “m” with an extra leg.

Finally, I promised yesterday that today I would share “more (and better) examples of word art.”

Oddly enough, a few days before I even knew I’d be publishing a series of posts on short poems, I saw an Insta Reels uploaded by @CallItDesignCo, and I emailed it to myself. I knew I’d share it in the coming days, and lo and behold, it fits perfectly with these recent posts on word art. The post includes nine slides with word art, the work of Austrian artist @AnatolKnotek, and you’ll know immediately upon viewing it why I saved the link. The opening slide shows an oddly expanded version of the words “THE POEM.” Upon close examination, though, I realized that it had actually said, “THE PROBLEM”; however, the letters R, B, and L had fallen by the wayside to create “THE P O EM.”

I was hooked immediately. Others I loved are the following:

The complete Reels is HERE.

Also, I have for years enjoyed the word art of Scott Kim.

Below: Turn the "art" poster upside down, and it becomes quote by Pablo Picasso: Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth; “Mathematics” can be read upright or upside-down; a circular “Infinity.” Much more of Kim’s word art is HERE.

I ​ gotta say, I think these examples exceed Saroyan’s and Hell’s word art in both cleverness, depth, ad complexity. What do you think?

A little more on short poems tomorrow. Stay tuned.

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so this entire time Scott had majority (if not, all) the trademarks for DPR? and not Ian??

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“a dope lover you are, a broke lover he is…”

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Scott is your knight in shining armor against drunks at a bar

a/n: I'm on a DPR phase. Yes I know I'm late to the party but better late than never right? I also just think there needs to be more Scott content on here. I also couldn't fall asleep and thought of this. Enjoy!

It was a Friday night and after a long day of work, you proceeded to your favorite rooftop bar for some drinks. Ideally, you would’ve been with your two best friends but they both had dates but you didn’t mind as the three of you frequented this bar enough that you’re already friends with the bartenders and staff.

You were enjoying your alone time having drinks at the bar when the bartender slid you a drink which you didn’t order. “It’s from that group of gentlemen over that table,” he said and you looked over to the table he pointed. “One of them’s wearing a shirt that says Groom, and the rest have Team Groom on them. If that’s from the groom, I’m not taking it.” The bartender chuckled at your reply and said, “Alright, I’m sending it back.”

The bar got progressively noisier, all thanks to that group of boys having a bachelor party. You didn’t mind and just continued to scroll on Instagram while enjoying your drink. Then the bartender handed you another drink that you didn’t order. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Yup still from them, and yup got it, I’m sending it back.”

After getting back behind the bar, the bartender gave you a heads up that the groom was walking towards you, but someone stopped him before he was able to get your attention. “Dude, dude, stop. She already said no twice to you and this is your bachelor’s party remember?” Scott reminded his friend as he pulled him away from you. “I’m not ready for the same pussy forever” his friend wailed.

“Sorry about that, it’s his bachelor’s party and he went overboard with the drinks. I’m Scott by the way.” he took out his hand for you to shake, which you did, “I’m y/n and I think your friends need help.” Scott glances over to see the soon to be groom falling as he was walking back towards their table, their other drunk friends unable to break his fall. “Guess I got to go. It was nice meeting you, y/n!”

When Scott and his friends left, you asked the bartender if he knew Scott. “Well, he frequents this place enough for us to know his face but that’s it. Unlike you guys who we actually get to talk to.” You took in what he said and paid for your drinks and decided to go home.

The following Friday, you find yourself at the bar yet again, perched on the same stool. The bartender gave you a beer as per usual but he gave you a different one this time, a new craft beer that they’re trying out. You just finished the bottle you were drinking when you noticed, through your peripheral vision, a guy sitting beside you.

“Can I get you another drink? You know, for last week’s trouble.” You turn to the guy and lo and behold, it was Scott. You can’t deny that you haven’t thought of those eyes and spiky hair the past week. “So I’m guessing your friend has been wed?” you asked. “Yup, just the other day. They’re on their honeymoon now.” You take up Scott on his offer and the two of you talk, getting to know each other along the way.

The conversation was going really well until it was interrupted by the bartender handing you a drink you didn’t order. “Not again,” you groaned and asked who it’s from. He pointed towards the guy and you just gave him a quick glance, not even remotely interested. “I don’t want it. I already have someone buying me drinks tonight,” you said and gave Scott a wink, which caused him to laugh and blush.

The guy however, wouldn’t take no for an answer and sent you another drink about thirty minutes later. You didn’t want to stir up trouble so you just left the drink untouched instead of sending it back. Scott noticed your unease and asked, “Are you bothered by that guy? We can leave and go to a different bar if you like.” “I’m okay. I just don’t like it when guys think no means try harder or I’m being hard to get. No means no, period.”

The conversation resumed and the bar started filling up. The two of you ended up feeling a bit hungry and craving for burgers but the bar didn’t have burgers on the menu so you two decided to eat elsewhere. As the two of you headed towards the exit, you were stopped by that guy who sent you over the drinks.

“How dare you turn down the drinks I sent you! You’re not even that pretty,” the guy berated you. Scott moved in front of you to shield you from the guy, “She’s not interested so just leave her alone.” The guy scoffed and you seriously thought a fist fight was gonna happen but thankfully, the guy was pulled away by his friends before he could throw a punch.

Scott turned around to face you and asked if you were okay, and you just nodded. He grabbed your hand and the two of you exited the building. “Y/n, are you sure you’re okay? You’re still down to eat?” he asked. “Yup! I need me a good burger to forget that horrible experience!”

The two of you walked with hands held as you made your way to this hole in the wall burger joint that you found on Instagram. The place usually has a line but there wasn’t any now as it was already 1am. You both got cheeseburgers and fries and opted for beer over soda. “Ughhh this burger is sooo good. I don’t know if it’s really good or I’m just drunk,” you said. “I can’t disagree with that.” Scott said and you two clinked glasses. You finished your burger and were picking on your fries. “I think you’re really beautiful, y/n. Please don’t let what the guy said a while ago bother you,” Scott said out of the blue. You blushed and thanked Scott and assured him you were not bothered by it.

“Can I offer you a ride home? I don’t want you taking a cab alone at this time of night,” Scott asked. “Alright,” you agreed. Scott offered his hand and you took it. The two of you made your way back to the bar as that was where Scott parked his car. You get in the car and you input your address in the GPS. It was a quiet drive home, his friend DPR Live’s songs playing softly in the background. He would interlace your fingers together from time to time and would run his thumb across your knuckle. You turned the familiar corner towards your apartment complex and were honestly sad to end this night.

“Your destination is on your left,” chimed the GPS. “So this is me,” you said, stalling the goodbye. “I would like to see you again, y/n,” said Scott. You asked for his phone and you input your number. “Me too. Text me okay?” You already had your hand on the handle, when you decided to turn back to Scott to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, for tonight, I’ll see you,” you said instead of a goodbye. You left the car feeling giddy, and Scott waited for you to get inside your building before leaving, also anticipating the next time you saw each other.