Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved


Sometimes I unconsciously fall into song, and for years I have
wondered, "Why that song? Why then?" Now I believe that it
sometimes works like this:

Random unconscious mentation contains
moments of summation - we name our
state of being to ourselves, as a momentary
synthesis, a philosophic still: "Am I blue?"
Often this summation comes close to a song
phrase (specifically, its lyric) such as to trip
off the singing of the phrase: "They're not
making the skies so blue this year . . ."

I pull up to TWA at JFK. It is July 4. I am going to Juneau.
Awkwardly, I follow my suitcase from the car to the curb. I
pick it up; I carry on. I sing the bridge of "Yesterday."

New York CityJuly 1984