concrete dog

concrete dog

Concdog

the house with
the concrete dog
behind the iron
railings the sea
up to its back
yard or is it
front? and a boat
ramp of rusted cement
driftwood and cracks
the concrete dog
deaf to the people
walking on the shell
skirting the high tide
below the back yard
or is it front?
they could have painted
the dog blue, red, yellow
with purple spots
big as fuschia
given me more
to tell of but its
plain concrete dull as
rain cloud there on the
westerly sky has a
nice view that house
with the concrete
dog above
the tide

bucklands beach
june 2015

postscript:

went to that shore
this afternoon
as dusk was
promised
in the waves
of an inward tide
to get a picture
of the said dog,
only got the iron
gate not the
remembered
‘railings’
the dog has
gone to parts
unknown, less
concrete now
in concrete
absence
though
concrete was,
most concrete
in the saying
of it, the
sky curdling
on into an
evening

7 march 2019
bucklands beach

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2 thoughts on “concrete dog”

  1. Good good good. I don’t know if you have read any of Flannery O’Conner but one of her strangest but interesting stories is called ‘The Artificial Nigger’. It is hard to describe but it ends with two men, father and son, outside a house where, for reasons completely unknown, there is a statue of a black man, in a fairly well to do house yard. It is one of those things like the concrete dog that seems to have no meaning at all. I have no doubt scholars have interpreted that story to death but I prefer to leave it. To me it is phenomenologic. It just is. It is just there. But like Stevens jar in ‘Anecdote of a Jar’. Somehow it ‘…made the slovenly wilderness surround that hill…’ and so on. So if you had invented your dog it would serve at least the purpose of a kind of magic. As of course a jar cannot impose order. A metaphor cant do anything. In all cases there is a significance but I love to leave such things uninterpreted….Interesting poems about the dog and whether you are in one position or another. You one day need to do a good poetry collection, as edited, you have enough…

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    1. Thanks, Richard. Yes, it seemed so outlandish; it must have been the inspiration of the some designer of outdoor pots and statues for a garden centre. About the size of a great Dane, with all the blankness in its features of a platonic ‘form’. It must have weighed a ton, so I was astonished to see it had been moved from its position by the gate (still don’t know if you should call it a front gate or a back gate). I liked it that they didn’t decorate it in any fashion at all, or even give it two dabs of paint for eyes. Maybe they put it in the lounge….Was thinking of calling it ‘Concdog’.

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