Not sure if it’s something to celebrate, though clearly an excuse to blog, 40 full years have passed since the first published Zumwalt poem, “Trilogy of the Oblique Carbide” appeared in the inaugural issue of GHLM, a low budget literary digest with a circulation of only slightly more than 500 copies.
In this deeply epistemological tribute to the bebop musicality of the beat generation poets, Zumwalt loads the existential bases with the three most essential questions: where does life come from, where does it go, and what is the meaning of life; hinting that the essence of life is eat, get eaten and reproduce.
In the next few months, it is our intent to cajole Zumwalt in releasing any unpublished poems from various dusty scrapbooks and coffee house napkins for initial presentation here at zumpoems.com. Until then here is a reprint of the first ever published Zumwalt poem.
TRILOGY OF THE OBLIQUE CARBIDE
I. Judge Crater Is No More Help! There is a fandango up my nose; This is justice? O ironic gods -- can they Really repossess my pancreas? And Black and Decker tread on the cosmic puddles URRRP! II. Moira My ravioli molded to day... The wispy green fuzz eating Away the corrupted entrails of Alpha Beta Ground sirloin. Pathos. Tragedy. Tricanosis. Such is fate. III. Cry the beloved wingnut Bladderwort lied. Bigot! And the hungry children cry In their farina. Would Rothschild give Them Twinkies? Ha! Let them eat Spackling paste. Spush! Time, the rain-bird, spews Its indifference towards the continuum of OHM.
— Zumwalt (1973)