Poets’ Corner

Inspired by Councilor Petty’s John Donne reference during his announcement of his run for mayor, the scribes of wrcstr are pleased to suggest councilor/poet match-ups for the rest of the Worcester City Council.

For Councilor Lukes, we respectfully suggest T.S. Eliot:

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

For Mayor O’Brien, Samuel Taylor Coleridge is appropriately visionary (‘though we hasten to add that this is due to enthusiasm and lack of sleep in the Mayor’s case):

And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.

For Councilor Toomey, ee cummings gives an appropriate mix of hope and pathos:

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman
whistles far and wee

and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s

For Councilor Germain, Jack Kerouac:

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

For Councilor Rushton, William S. Burroughs:

Power Is Often Quiet Very
Power Is Very Quiet Often
Power Is Very Often Quiet
Power Is Quiet Often Very
Power Is Quiet Very Often
Power Often Very Quiet Is
Power Often Very Is Quiet

For Councilor Smith, Lord Byron (‘though it must be said that he is taking this better than Byron):

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

For Councilor Palmieri, Allen Ginsberg gives the appropriate measure of energy and challenging narrative line:

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open
their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways!Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

For Councilor Clancy,  the thunderous tones of John Milton:

Here all ye Angels, progeny of light,
Thrones, princedoms, dominations, virtues, powers,
Hear my decree, which unrevok’d shall stand…

For Councilor Haller, Robert (Robbie) Burns:

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi’ tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi’ usquabae, we’ll face the devil!

For Councilor Eddy, William Carlos Williams:

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.

Literary disputation welcome in the comments.

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