Adam Fieled (Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania): Something Solid: The Nineties: "Elegy's Ends"
Ren and Stimpy were two cartoon imbeciles
Kelly doted on. Late at night, I held her in
my arms as her idiot roommate snored, in
her first floor room in Runkle Hall, and we
quietly sang along to the Ren & Stimpy
tunes issuing from her boom-box. So, thy
Kingdom Come: I’d left home, lost the monkey
on my back, moved on. Cheltenham was
done. Lansdale transplant Kelly to me instantly meant
that a vast, vital, genuine universe existed
and was available to me and my art: no boundaries,
no rules, no limits. Even Ren and Stimpy
sang out from the opulent side of excitement,
opportunity, adventure. The end of the elegies.
Not only were the elegies over, the warpage
around our young lives sent Kelly and I down
to the Runkle basement several times at that
time. We ostensibly hid from Kelly’s aforementioned
idiot roommate, a big-nosed prig who used to
stick that nose in our, and her entire floor’s, business.
But what we were actually doing, in those few, spare
carpeted rooms (sparsely lit or not lit at all), behind
closed doors, was making love. No locks on the doors
meant someone could bust in at any moment. We
were heedless. This was our only progress towards
solvency. The solvency it was, of the shared pursuit
of freedom. Adventure, also, thrown in there. No more
waking with a virgin’s innocence— past Cheltenham, Lansdale.
Tears in the Fence 66 is now out and available to be purchased. It features two new sonnets from me, lots of other good stuff. Many thanks to David Caddy.
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