Poet Mechanic

Poet Mechanic by Jan Kather A visual remix of the poem

Your Card Read ”Poet-Mechanic” by Alice Fulton

The day you came carrying a two cylinder slice of winter sun on your back, toolcase with a greasy lock

in your spoon- shaped fingers said you could do anything with your hands & went right to work, using

nouns as f u r n i t u r e ,

assembling

verbs into go-carts & motorcycles till they roared

o f f,

followed by a gang of sycophant

adverbs.

the

few

transitives

that remained you turned into trampolines & the

s e iv

t e pl

ex

jumped

on them all day.

When I watched you build “ v i t u p e r a t e ” into a Harley-Davidson, I knew it was goodbye.

Now there’re just the

adjectives

all day primping singing choruses of popsongs.

I want to shake them & say “Have you no respect for the magnificent lexicon you represent?�

m o o hr t a b e h . t a l n i u -l is a � t p n o e b c e ifi b n g g a in m “ m t Bu hum

Poet Mechanic A visual remix of Alice Fulton’s poem

Your Card Read ”Poet-Mechanic” as part of the

Lyric Visions: Artists Respond to Poetry Exhibition A collaborative show organized by Tish Pearlman, Barbara Mink and Jan Kather State of the Art Gallery 120 West State/Martin Luther King Ithaca, NY 14853 January 2016 Your Card Read ”Poet-Mechanic” ©2016 Alice Fulton is used with permission and cannot be reproduced in any form.