Robert Adamson, Part Three (conclusion). On today’s show Adamson reads his early long poem—deeply influenced by California poet Robert Duncan, whom Adamson hosted in Australia—“The Rumour.” The poem begins,
In the long run the truth does not matter.
Wallace Stevens
Synoptic: The Open Song
A sequence, as objects alight with his touch
all round grow
a song that’s ravaging his
mind After his hand aflame.
Old shoes buckled in
the open cupboard:
Curse
things with light of their own
What tunnels, those grave
faces make of wings of adrenalin
Pungent room
Wings spread for ascent,
outpourings that break from
his being
Break and go forth, pushed energies
O disperse
The sequence Spectators
bring to bear his insurrection, carve and hush
his song goes
up nightly The sequence cut
and shuffled, his doctrine is lifting, his head
that lifts
the hand of keys
saying
damn you
see the force, take focus
There: thief, singer