Remembering South Bronx Sounds
In Bronxtime, louder than the flat, thin thwock
of a pinkie or spaldeen or sharp pock
from a true black handball slamming the wall
in St Mary’s, the crack of hard wood ball
on hard wood ball pealed from the long gravel
court next door. To those lanes would men travel
from all the South Bronx for the best bocce
games. At each match – Mister Marinacci
and Pencil Moustache and the Big Pigeon
Man; for them, others this was religion
and attendance required. The target toss,
to begin the game, leaves me at a loss -
I recall no pallino making that high ping
hitting black sand; it was an aluminum ring.
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words: J.T. Clark, New York (Black Lab Book / The Joy of Lex)
original publication: Remembering South Bronx Sounds / Xelas Magazine
image: Jeff Crouch, Texas (more)
original publication: geometric slush fund / the new post-literate
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the sound of another place: ristretto / carlisle (#21) |