Posted by: Bruce Proctor | October 3, 2009

“(Found poem): Anthony Sigmans on Wallace Stevens” by Bruce Proctor

Found Poem: Anthony Sigmans on Wallace Stevens
by Bruce Proctor
selected from a sound recording of Sigmans’ memories of the poet

We had very little in common
either educationally, socially, or religiously.

Hate to break down. . .
but it shows the closeness.

Both companies would be involved in a major loss,
and we exchanged correspondence.

At the Commodore Hotel he’d just consumed
several pounds of Pennsylvania Dutch sausage.
Never failed, upon entering a club, to tip the orchestra leader. . .

The company was known for its alcoholics.
He could handle his.
He elaborated both as to position and salary.

Taking the train to Kansas City. He’d go out on very large bond cases.
The most outstanding surety-claims man in the business.
I had occasion to meet a lot of the big surety men.

To work hard because he was a prodigious worker—
It wasn’t a matter of three or four months–an agency situation in the South,
. . . the manager in Atlanta.

Back to the harness again, I was loaned to the casualty-claims department.
He criticized the way  she was holding the teapot.
My wife immediately said, “If you would hold your cup properly. . .”

A sense of humor which could be construed
as sarcastic. “I would like a room overlooking the Boston Common.
I will have with me Sigmans, who could be assigned a room overlooking
most anything.”

New York State, up Fort Ticonderoga,  chewing the fat.
When we got up in the 1940’s, it was purely New York City occasionally.
He didn’t find me noisy; I didn’t say a hell of a lot.
I couldn’t keep abreast of his intellect.

. . . her father being what he was and her mother being queer. . .
She fell in love with one of the service men for
one of the dictating-equipment concerns.
“I’m going to get them divorced,” which he did.

The only thing I knew about his poetry was that it was on the order of Gertrude Stein;
now I’ve forgotten who the hell she was.

A very lonesome man in many ways,
and that’s why he built a life around half a dozen of us,
pretty much.

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