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James PattersonJames Conor Patterson is a 25-year-old MA student in Creative Writing at Queen’s University Belfast, who has had work featured in a number of publications including: Cyphers, Wordlegs, Southword, The Weary Blues, theNewerYork, and The Open Ear (Queen’s University Belfast). He will be featured in upcoming issues of Poetry Ireland Review and Magma, and in 2013 he received the iYeats Emerging Talent award for poetry. He lives in his hometown of Newry, Co. Down.


 

 

 

 

 

The Depression

 

“I would rather play roles that carry conviction.

Maybe it’s because they’re the easiest and yet

the hardest things for me to do.”

—Peg Entwistle, Oakland Tribune, 05/05/1929

 

 

Sprawled across a teak and brass-rail bar,

suppose it’s September 1932

and you haven’t worked since Broadway.

 

Wouldn’t you sit and just get drunk?

Tell your folks you’re meeting friends

in a drugstore on Beachwood Drive

 

then beeline up the trail to Mount Lee?

Imagine the black fry of manure

and gardenias. All them crickets.

 

L.A.’s bristling dark and yellow

like a bumblebee’s fur.

Downhill through hosiery and scrub

 

to hollywoodland and up the first

few rungs of a workman’s ladder,

you see your face in a small ravine.

 

Do you fall backwards or forwards

off the ‘H’; prefer it for its sigh

in some quarters, not pronounced at all

 

or simply jump? One day vies

against the next and for every kernel

of untruth, you’re just like a rosary bead.

 

Your own ghost calls it through

and two policemen make the find. Face down.

Well-dressed. Shoes and jacket in a parcel.

 

 

 

 

©2014 James Patterson

 

 

Author Links

 

'[elegy]': poem by James Patterson at theNewerYork

Poems by James Patterson at The Bohemyth

'Becoming an American': poem by James Patterson in Wordlegs

 

 

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