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She Could Fly: The Lost Pilot #2
A poem by James Tate
The Lost Pilot
for my father, 1922-1944
Your face did not rot like the others—the co-pilot, for example, I saw him
yesterday. His face is corn- mush: his wife and daughter, the poor ignorant people, stare
as if he will compose soon. He was more wronged than Job. But your face did not rot
like the others—it grew dark, and hard like ebony; the features progressed in their
distinction. If I could cajole you to come back for an evening, down from your compulsive
orbiting, I would touch you, read your face as Dallas, your hoodlum gunner, now,
with the blistered eyes, reads his braille editions. I would touch your face as a disinterested
scholar touches an original page. However frightening, I would discover you, and I would not
turn you in; I would not make you face your wife, or Dallas, or the co-pilot, Jim. You
could return to your crazy orbiting, and I would not try to fully understand what
it means to you. All I know is this: when I see you, as I have seen you at least
once every year of my life, spin across the wilds of the sky like a tiny, African god,
I feel dead. I feel as if I were the residue of a stranger’s life, that I should pursue you.
My head cocked toward the sky, I cannot get off the ground, and, you, passing over again,
fast, perfect, and unwilling to tell me that you are doing well, or that it was mistake
that placed you in that world, and me in this; or that misfortune placed these worlds in us.
James Tate (1943-2015)
Listen to James Tate introduce and read his poem
mate I just want to watch the pilot
I Love Lucy (1951–1957) The lost Pilot
Ricky tries to keep Lucy away from auditioning for a TV show, but when a clown becomes unavailable, Lucy takes his place.
Friday, March 2, 1951
Five months pregnant, Lucy stepped before the live TV cameras at Studio A at CBS headquarters on Sunset Boulevard and Gower Street on March 2, 1951, to do the “audition film.”
This pilot resurfaced in 1990 in the possesion of Pepito the Spanish clown`s widow Joanne Perez,and was made into a television special. Lucille Ball biographer Bart Andrews labeled it one of the biggest archival finds in television history.
Same energy.
She Could Fly: The Lost Pilot #2
She Could Fly: The Lost Pilot #2