Hells Bells

Hells Bells
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February 01
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Book editor, parent, MFA in poetry from a land far, far, away--and a long, long time ago . . . I'm not a psychologist, but I play one on TV.

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FEBRUARY 13, 2010 7:50PM

Only Asses Upside Down? Happy Valentines

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One year, I sent the poet Howard Nemerov a valentine. He'd been to read and conference at the graduate writing program where I was a student, and I liked him. I liked the way he thought, and he seemed to like my work.

Here's what he sent me back:

     AN ACE OF HEARTS

     My darling, all these sentiments and signs,

     Of love, what difference posting through the town

     The purple hearts, the bloody valentines,

     If all are only asses upside down?

I wouldn't presume that he wrote this poem  in response to my foolish flirtation, but the time frame is about right. The poem appears in the volume Sentences (University of Chicago Press, 1980).

A story about me and Howard Nemerov here.

 

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I was SUCH a dumbass back then.
I don't believe you were a dumbass, Miss Bells...this is a sweet story. I once wrote to Hunter Thompson. Email...just one question. "Don't you find Finnegan's Wake unreadable?" His response: "I don't know, I've never read it." Ha! xox
I like naive better than dumb ass. It sounds more innocent! Just cool that's all..
You were so not a dumbass, especially clear since Howard Nemerov saw fit to respond, and with such a great poem. Going to read more about it.

Oh, btw, Robin, you bring memories pouring back. In my good old days, Our Crowd included Gonzo (Hunter Thompson).. well, as much as he included himself in anything.
You were not a dumbass...we used to have a southern saying, "ass over tin cups"-- meaning you were, ah, totally engaged in the act of falling. Better to be willing to take the step, and possible fall, then sitting safely in an easy chair.
What Brown Eyed Girl said.
Great poem.

Just don't buy the house.
If it were me I'd be thinking:

"So is he saying he likes my ass or he hates it?"
:)

I don't think it's dumbass at all. It's heart-ass. Totally different thing.
You left a trail of broken hearts all through poetry-land.
We're all dumbasses at some point. Isn't that a developmental stage? I loved the story you linked to--chaste flirting, indeed! :)
No dumb assitude here. Boldness, rewarded. And rewarded so well!
Good morning and happy Valentines Day! I have no official valentine this year--sniffle--so big hugs and sloppy kisses to all of you instead. Your pal, HB
Happy V-Day, HB . . . treat yourself to things that feel good . . .
Well, the heart is the seat of the emotions.
would an ass upside-down be something like a queen/clown god? i mean, is it similar to tarot cards, where if the "negative" card is upside-down, the meaning is positive?...of course you're not an ass, you're courageous to write him in the first place...you've got hutzpah, dahlink!
i mean hells bells, girly...