Happy Ideas

Marcel Duchamp, Bicycle Wheel

Marcel Duchamp, Bicycle Wheel


When I was a teenager, while reading Truman Capote’s The Grass Harp, I read a passage, that unfortunately, I no longer recall, and was overwhelmed by the belief that Truman Capote and I had shared a feeling– exactly. I was awed by the intimacy of writing, and though I had always loved to read, it was that moment that I fell in love with books… and Truman Capote, and in the years ahead any other writer who could enter my private heart in that way.
When I read Mary Szybist’s poem , Happy Ideas, I was drawn to it because of the quote by a favorite artist, Marcel Duchamp. It is more his method than his work I admire. Happy Ideas, is a perfect reflection of such methods. When I came to the reflecting glass line I could feel myself fill with that wonderful energy, when two people connect, through words and ideas and the magic of art. And I was grateful.
Hello blue soul. Hello.  (hear it here)

Poem after César Valejo

Because today is where
Everything breaks my heart
I will prepare
Better for tomorrow
With a yellow cup and a blue
Saucer because
Today everything beautiful shows
Some skin and a glimpse of lace is

Because today I am forced
To face, with my skull
Where my heart was,
To face life full
“And god knows where it’s off too?”
On the razor of love
“I say good riddance”

“Wait!” Before you start
the condolences
My corner eye spies
Grief and joy
Hand in hand
Skip and sing
the nursery rhyme



© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer