The news about Jeff is taking its time to sink in. I still can't believe it.
The first time I really got to know Jeff (nostamj) was during the DU poetry slam organized lo these many years ago to coincide with the first Poets Against the War demonstration. I don't really know that much about poetry but I was very impressed by Jeff's stuff, especially the fact that he had created his own verse form for the occasion. Here's a link to his contribution:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/cgi-bin/duforum/duboard.cgi?az=show_thread&om=746&forum=DCForumID62&omm=10and here are the poems:
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On the death of the Enola Gay’s radioman (2/6/03)
(by Jeff Matson)
Did he ever know?
The annihilation was
Unnecessary.
The war was over.
Incinerate innocents?
Message, not tactic.
There were cries for peace
Preceding the howl of pain.
He did not hear them.
He did not see it.
Transmit: Mission Accomplished.
Bring the world raw fear.
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Overheard Exchanges (in progress)
(by Jeff Matson)
1. Mirrored Sights
interrogatory: the bewilderness
Alice, enormous, is serving tea and fungii.
And wondering: Why is Wonderland in chaos?
response: not in Kansas
Dorothy, disheveled, accepting demitasse:
They open new rabbit holes wherever I fly.
2. Comforted Sighs
interrogatory: fair and balanced
If you take a beer, you replace a beer, okay?
And, why do twisters always find the trailer park?
response: breaking news
The ticker reads: HOPE FADES FOR TRAPPED MINER TODAY.
Baby Jessica recalls: There were colors in the dark.
3. Dissent and Lies
interrogatory: why Iraq?
Madness: Demanding the proof of a negative?
Everything you say is a lie–this is no lie.
response: attack!
I looked into his soul and saw a real evil guy.
Hear me! I’m reading someone else’s narrative.
4. Bound Volumes
interrogatory: ligature
Will caution or fear tighten the throat of dissent?
Or, will the many become the most, and willing?
response: literature
The furious sounds before we all lay dying–
They care what we think if the thoughts are not silent.
5. Tunes Exhumed
interrogatory: music
Is there singing? And does it seek a harnomy?
Caligula hears the fiddle though dumb and blind.
response: mythic
There are no gods of war that men did not design.
Our perversions hope to be the next poetry.
6. Whose Home
interrogatory: in madness
Haunting, Mary Todd Lincoln, madly pathetic,
Pacing a shade of her bedroom asks:Who are you?
response: in darkness
Only what I am told to be or told to do.
Born to privilege, greed is my only ethic.
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A lot of talent went with him.
Very sad now,
The Plaid Adder