“That Big Fat Moon’s Gonna Shine Like a Spoon . . .”

". . . We're gonna let it, you won't regret it . . ." [Bob Dylan] The moon does look rather like the shiny bowl of a spoon moving toward full about five days from now. I love how it rises later each night (think about it), making me wait 50 minutes longer than the night before. Tonight's moon marks a month since we moved a bed out into the living room so I could have the window with its view of the river & trees & sky. The next few days will be the best for moon-viewing: like some old Chinese emperor, I will be able to recline & watch the almost-full, then full moon rise slowly through the branches of the maple, before it leaps clear of the tallest tree to glide over a gap of clear sky before settling back into the trees in West. It's a slow movie but there is a lot of action.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

5 thoughts on ““That Big Fat Moon’s Gonna Shine Like a Spoon . . .””

    1. The system I’m using here lets me load a bunch of pictures so that a different one shows up each time someone comes to the site. I should add some more. Then I can stick pictures into any post along the way. All the pictures that show at the top of the page are ones I’ve taken or are artwork made by me.

      1. I thought they were yours. I’d love them even if they weren’t. The ones from Viet-Nam and I think most are/ are softly fascinating. I expect they are mostly from the north of the country where you have spent so much time (esp when on either a fullbright or guggenheim you were there for a long period of months, possibly even a year, but my recall back is shaky). These photos are teeming and quiet everyday scenes. Be nice to see strings of them in these posts everyonceinawhile: though it may be too much at one time. It is maybe more enveloping the way you have come to use them here. Ed P.S. My sister Arda’s son lives in Saigon (as it’s being called now again sometimes) and has a luta livre studio (and is himself a champion of that Brazilian sport/ art that a cousin of his explained to me as maybe like ju-jitsu or a kind of wrestling or “grappling” a term I see most often.) So I think of that mid-40’s still-to-me youth when sometimes afterwards you pictures float into my thoughts and they color his facebook posts that I see.

  1. There’s a way I could put together a string of VN pictures–I’ll see what I can do, but I’ve still got a poem to finish. (It’s coming together, worked on some today using a modified version of your procedure.

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