Reading the
poem “Dog” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
(1919–present) I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like – being a dog –
trotting in the streets of New York City.
Would it feel small, and like being a child? Would everything be in
black and white, as veterinarians used to believe, or would there be some color
as new studies suggest? And would politicians look like hydrants?
“The dog
trots freely in the street
and sees
reality
and the
things he sees
are bigger
than himself
and the
things he sees
are his
reality”
I have an
11-year-old Maltese, and whenever I walk him I never seize to be amused at how eagerly
he smells other dogs’ markings before he makes his own. The urgency he does it
with is just like people reading headlines on their electronic devices. I
imagine my Maltese is getting his news, and important messages from other dogs
through his sense of smell, or maybe even notes-to-self he left previously.
“The dog
trots freely in the street
and the
things he smells
smell
something like himself.”
Ferlinghetti
makes a political stab through the dog’s point of view. He points out
Congressman Clyde Doyle, a Democrat who was a U.S. Representative from California,
and served on McCarthy’s House of Un-American Activities, which was an anti-Communist witch hunt, during the time the
poem was written.
“And he
goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factory
and past
Coit’s Tower
and past
Congressman Doyle
He’s afraid
of Coit’s Tower
but he’s
not afraid of Congressman Doyle
although what
he hears is very discouraging
very
depressing
very absurd”
Listing
Doyle next to Coit’s Tower, a monument that looks like a giant phallus, is
funny, especially with the dog being afraid of the giant phallus, but not
Doyle, a presumably small phallus. Ferlinghetti served in the Navy during World
War II, but became a pacifist after visiting the ruins of Nagasaki after the Atom Bomb was dropped there. His political criticism is shaped by the reality of what he’d
seen politics achieve.
“Congressman
Doyle is just another
fire
hydrant
to him.”
Reading the
poem “Anger, Cattle, and Achilles”
by Gary Snyder (1930–present) I couldn’t help but wonder if some of my friends
have thought of me in the same way Snyder talks about his.
“Two of my
best friends quit speaking
one said
his wrath was like that of Achilles.”
I have two
best friends since high school, and I’ve had more than one falling out with
each. I’m currently on good terms and in
touch with both. There have always been mutual friends between my best friends
and I, and these mutual friends were usually aware of the periods when my best
friends and I quit speaking.
“The three
of us had traveled on the desert,
Awakened to
bird song and sunshine under ironwoods
in
a wadi south of the border.”
Throughout
the years my best friends and I, with mutual friends, have had unforgettable experiences. In high school, we went to night clubs that
no longer exist, getting in with fake IDs, and once on Thanksgiving almost got
arrested for drinking on the stoop of an East Village building where Madonna is
said to have lived when she first came to New York. After high school saw the Pixies live in New York, traveled
to Las Vegas, and woke up to college bands
singing outside my best friend’s friend’s window for Bacchanalia at Sarah
Lawrence.
Sometimes
when my best friends and I had quit speaking, I’d run into our mutual friends
and vent my wrath to them. Maybe that’s what all true friendships end up going through,
because once the wrath subsides, you learn to forgive yourself and then you
forgive the other. As you get older, you realize that friends whom you know and
who know you are the most important thing in life.
“I met the
other lately in the far back of a bar
musicians
playing near the window and he
sweetly
told me ‘listen to that music.
The self we
hold so dear will soon be gone.’”
Our life is never predictable. Things will always happen even if we don't want them to happen. Nobody is perfect in this world and that's why we have face criticism and negativity. Friends are best thing to in anyone's life. Without friends life is impossible. There is no life if there is no friends. There might be confusion, frustration but we will always have friends.
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