Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/weekly-poem-something-touched-my-heart Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Weekly Poem: ‘Something Touched My Heart’ Arts Aug 22, 2011 12:23 PM EDT By Travis Nichols There was a time when songs were magic. I’ve seen films of this time and when I catch myself watching these films over and over I feel dead. Rimbaud in front of the mirror buttering his hair like he’s Bob Dylan. All I want to do is the dishes but here I am secretly singing along, worrying about the rent and surrealism has it gone out of style? I believe this life continues into that life so looking forward to death holds no purpose, but I do it anyway unsure of my purpose or who relies on me for their purpose which someone surely does as I scribble on a wall, kick over a trashcan and dismiss people from my life without so much as saying one word to them. I apologize for falling from grace, causing your embodied descent and forced redemption, but that said I could use another kind of salvation into the headphoned world of song, out of this one where I don’t rightly love those I love for fear of having to love too long and again with the same love when it changes. No one can help lift the weight of the world so real, and tumbling from the sky she goes and now she knows she’ll never be afraid. Just because an action exists in history doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it. So we’re stoned what are you going to do tell us about the Beatles? I don’t believe in Beatles I only believe love is nothing but a memento mori. Move me to see my one holy life through two eyes. The zinnia is so much more real today than anyone with a mouth I think I’ll slip inside it and eat some tomatoes. Travis Nichols is an editor at the Poetry Foundation and the author of the collection of poems, “See Me Improving” (2010, Copper Canyon Press). His first book of poems, “Iowa,” was published in 2009 by Letter Machine Editions, and his first novel, “Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder,” was published in 2010 by Coffee House Press. He runs the online journal Weird Deer. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now
By Travis Nichols There was a time when songs were magic. I’ve seen films of this time and when I catch myself watching these films over and over I feel dead. Rimbaud in front of the mirror buttering his hair like he’s Bob Dylan. All I want to do is the dishes but here I am secretly singing along, worrying about the rent and surrealism has it gone out of style? I believe this life continues into that life so looking forward to death holds no purpose, but I do it anyway unsure of my purpose or who relies on me for their purpose which someone surely does as I scribble on a wall, kick over a trashcan and dismiss people from my life without so much as saying one word to them. I apologize for falling from grace, causing your embodied descent and forced redemption, but that said I could use another kind of salvation into the headphoned world of song, out of this one where I don’t rightly love those I love for fear of having to love too long and again with the same love when it changes. No one can help lift the weight of the world so real, and tumbling from the sky she goes and now she knows she’ll never be afraid. Just because an action exists in history doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it. So we’re stoned what are you going to do tell us about the Beatles? I don’t believe in Beatles I only believe love is nothing but a memento mori. Move me to see my one holy life through two eyes. The zinnia is so much more real today than anyone with a mouth I think I’ll slip inside it and eat some tomatoes. Travis Nichols is an editor at the Poetry Foundation and the author of the collection of poems, “See Me Improving” (2010, Copper Canyon Press). His first book of poems, “Iowa,” was published in 2009 by Letter Machine Editions, and his first novel, “Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder,” was published in 2010 by Coffee House Press. He runs the online journal Weird Deer. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now