If matters had been otherwise, I would have been in Seattle earlier this month, taking in a bunch of ball games at beautiful Safeco Field (a pox on its current name, T-Mobile Park…). Two pitted the sadsack Mariners against my beloved Boston Red Sox and two were against the defending World Series champs, the Montreal Expos, er…Washington Nationals (sigh). Four dream games. I had been so looking forward to them, not just for the prospect of good baseball, but as a sign of an end to the dreariness of winter and the approaching, lazy, hazy days of summer. Despite much that is wrong with the game today, it retains that seasonal legacy of rebirth and hope for a good year.
The “grand old game” is not like other sports. At its best, with the beauteous expanse of outfield grass (astro-turf, rot in hell!), the ageless crack of a wooden bat against ye olde horsehide, the ebb and flow of the crowd, and rules that have not changed much for more than a century, baseball is as comfortable as a well-used glove. In this frantic, fast-paced age, going to the ballpark slows you down, like a reunion with an old friend. No wonder there is so much creative writing about baseball. That includes poetry, and the latest selection for my occasional poetry blog, offered as a slight respite as we try to weather this pernicious virus.
The poem by Kenneth Patchen was referred to me by my longtime friend, Bob Bossin, author, environmental activist, dramatist and co-founder of the cherished Canadian folkie group, Stringband. Bob wrote some of Stringband’s most popular songs (Dief Will Be the Chief Again, Show Us the Length and The Maple Leaf Dog). But he also wrote two excellent songs about baseball – Daddy Was a Ballplayer, inspired by Sam Jethroe, who used to play centre field for the old Toronto Maple Leafs in the International League, and a spirited narrative ballad about the legendary Satchel Paige. Bob knows his baseball. I hope you like this poem as much as I do. And it’s about more than baseball…
THE ORIGIN OF BASEBALL
By Kenneth Patchen
Someone had been walking in and out
Of the world without coming
To much decision about anything.
The sun seemed too hot most of the time.
There weren’t enough birds around
And the hills had a silly look
When he got on top of one.
The girls in heaven, however, thought
Nothing of asking to see his watch
Like you would want someone to tell
A joke–‘Time,’ they’d say, ‘what’s
That mean–time?’ laughing with the edges
Of their white mouths, like a flutter of paper
In a madhouse. And he’d stumble over
General Sherman or Elizabeth B.
Browning, muttering, ‘Can’t you keep
Your big wings out of the aisle?’ But down
Again, there’d be millions of people without
Enough to eat and men with guns just
Standing there shooting each other.
So he wanted to throw something
And he picked up a baseball.
Kenneth Patchen, a lifelong pacifist, is one of those under-the-radar poets, who never attained much fame during his lifetime, but continues to be celebrated by fervent admirers. Born in Niles, Ohio in 1911, his jazzy, often syncopated work is considered a precursor to the Beats. After moving to the San Francisco area, he is said to have influenced emerging Beat poets such as Allen Ginsberg and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, founder of the renowned City Lights Bookstore, author of a pretty good baseball poem himself (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfXtuSwiDkE) and still alive at 101. He later broke with the Beats, denouncing them for their celebration of drugs and what he considered an unhealthy interest in fame.
Patchen also had a Vancouver connection. In the 1950’s, he became increasingly interested in jazz-poetry, ie, reciting poetry accompanied by live jazz. The lasting legacy of these performances is a recording he made in Vancouver with a local jazz quartet headed by esoteric musician and performance artist, the legendary Al Neil. Entitled Kenneth Patchen Reads with Jazz in Canada, the recording was released in 1959 by Moe Asch of Folkway Records (yes, that Moe Asch and that Folkway Records). It’s on YouTube, and it’s pretty good. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9W3QN5W8fAA)
Reviewer Mike Wood praised Patchen’s reading and Neil’s musicianship. “Patchen is both relaxed and playful,” he wrote. “Neil’s piano strolls in and among the poet’s lines, each building off the other, hearing each for moments to push the narrative further.” Al Neil died two and a half years ago, at the age of 93. (If you’re interested, this is my take on his remarkable life. https://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/vancouver-artist-al-neil-followed-his-own-beat/article37322679/)
(Kenneth Patchen, right, with the Al Neil Quartet)
Meanwhile, I can’t help wondering if, during his time in Vancouver, Patchen found time to take in a game at Capilano Stadium…..