It had been a drifter,
getting by on odd jobs:
guy wire for a weathervane,
the main spring in the crouch of a cat,
a corn broom’s binding cord.
It had learned to sing the wind’s several laments,
to play with its prey,
to teem.
It happened by
just when the banjo was holding
auditions for a new first string,
& unexpectedly
the fifth string got the part.
Its square tuning peg was a perfect fit
for that round & bottomless hole.
The banjo now began
to resemble itself,
like a forest that fills
the spaces between the trees
with more trees.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Catskin Banjo (videopoem)
- Medicine Show (videopoem)
- Shackleton’s Banjo (videopoem)
- The Banjo Apocalypse (videopoem)
- The Silent Banjo (videopoem)
- How Jefferson Heard Banjar (videopoem)
- Banjo vs. Guitar and Out of Tune (videopoems)
- Luck (videopoem)
- Banjo Origins (3): Jesusland
- The Fifth String (videopoem)
- Banjo Proverbs (videopoem)
- The Banjo Apocalypse
- Medicine Show (1)
- How Jefferson Heard Banjar
- Catskin Banjo
- The Dueling Banjo
- Medicine Show (2)
- Open-Backed Banjo
- Banjo vs. Guitar
- Banjo Origins (1): The American Instrument
- Luck
- Medicine Show (3)
- Banjo Proverbs
- Banjo Origins (2): The Fifth String
- Medicine Show (4): A Spell to Ward Off Banjos
- The Silent Banjo
- Sugar Baby
- Banjo Origins (3): Jesusland
- Medicine Show (5): Shackleton’s Banjo
- Where Bluegrass Comes From
- Becoming Banjo
- The Fretless Banjo
- Out of Tune
- Ohio man accused of killing wife with banjos
I love the list of the banjo’s jobs, its lives. I especially like “a corn broom’s binding chord.” And I like how it begins to resemble itself, its identity rediscovered (at least that’s what I extrapolate from those lines.) I need to catch up on your blog.
Thanks. I know you’ve made a pretty in-depth study of American roots music, so your good opinion here means a lot to me.
The wire from old brooms was often re-purposed for diddley bows, so that’s where that idea came from. Also, I see the broom as a kind of non-musical first cousin to guitar and banjo.
Yes, the lives of inanimate objects is beautifully summoned in this poem. ‘Diddley bows’! I’ve never heard that expression before, but how evocative it is of what it names.
That’s where Bo Diddley got his name. A one-string folk instrument played with a slider in parts or rural Mississippi; very African. Most of the great Delta blues guitarists started out with one as a kid. A few, like Lonnie Pitchford, continued to play one as an adult for the novelty value: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z59DSdxlDoo
Here’s more Pitchford:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiOxn4Y9cJc
Rev. K.M. Williams in 2008, electrified diddley bow:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9Wibtg_-hU
Gorgeous, especially the first two stanzas.
Nice series you got here.
Thanks! I’m eager to see what will happen with it.
“the main spring in the crouch of a cat” — an odd job indeed for a bit of wire!