“Song of Myself” Verse 26 by Tim Chamblee


( car radio changing between multiple stations ) ( bluegrass music ) [Tim Chamblee, voice on the radio] Good morning, everyone. Time to roll into the Wednesday edition of The Swap Shop. [Tim, voice over the radio] Another hot day, ending the last week of spring for us. [Tim, live in the studio] Drink plenty of water, some of that great tea we enjoy, and so many other things. [Tim] Get ready to enjoy The Swap Shop here on WCRL. [Tim] If you have something to sell, trade, swap, or give away. [Tim] And good morning, you’re in on The Swap Shop. Hello. [Male caller] Good morning. I got a pair of tickets to the concert this weekend. Rock the South— [Tim] Good morning, you’re next on The Swap Shop. Hello. [Male caller] Yes, hello. How you doin’? I do, uh, roofing, siding, windows— [Female caller] Yes, sir. We have wild blackberries for sale— [Female caller] This is (inaudible). I called Monday about this lost little dog. [Tim] You found her, and if someone’s lost this dog, not wearing a collar, call 8-1-2-9-9… Now I will do nothing but listen, [Tim] To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute to it. [Tim] I hear bravuras of birds, bustles of growing wheat, gossip of flames, the clack of sticks cooking my meals, [Tim] I hear the sound I love,
[Girl] Come here, girl.
[Tim] the sound of the human voice,
[Girl] Errrr-ma ( knocking sound ) [Girl] You wanna eat now, or are you just gonna sit there? [Tim] I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, [Tim] Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, [Tim] Talkative young ones to those that like them, [Brandon Sullivan] I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, [Brandon] Regardless of others, ever regardful… regardful of others, [Tim] the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, [Tim] The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, [Beth Spivey] Come on, Belle! Come on! [Tim] The judge with hands tight to the desk, [Judge John Graham] Thank you! Please be seated. [Tim] his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, [Tim] The heave’e’yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, [Tim] the refrain of the anchor-lifters, [Tim] The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, [Man] What’s your 20? [Tim] the whirr of swift-streaking engines and horse-carts with premonitory tinkles and color’d lights, [Tim] And good morning, you’re on the Wednesday Swap Shop— [Tim] And you’ve got a couple of — well, almost baby goats — they’re 4 to 4 1/2 months old, right? [Woman caller] Yes, sir.
[Tim] So they’re little fellas. $75 each. [Woman] Yes, and they are twins.
[Tim] Oh! Twins, okay. [Tim] And again, they are pigmy goats, so they’ll be smaller when grown but still good weed-eaters. [Tim] The steam whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, [Tim] The slow march play’d at the head of the association marching two and two, [Tim] (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) I hear the violoncello, (’tis the young man’s heart’s complaint,) [Female caller] Good morning, Tim.
[Tim] Hello! What you got for The Swap Shop? [Female caller] I have an item for you for sale. [Female caller] I have a washing machine— [Male caller] And also I have got a pool table! Anybody likes to play pool out there… [Tim] I hear the key’d cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, [Tim] It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. [Tim] I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music—this suits me. A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, [Tim] The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. [Tim] I hear the train’d soprano (what work with hers is this?) [Tim] The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, [Tim] It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess’d them, [Tim] It sails me, I dab with bare feet, and they are lick’d by the indolent waves, [Tim] I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath, [Tim] Steep’d amid honey’d morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being. 2-7-4-9-5-3-0. Keeping The Swap Shop rolling today. Hello! You’re on The Swap Shop. Good morning. [Male caller] Yeah, I’m lookin’ for a three-wheeled bicycle. My number is— [Female caller] Good morning, I would like to have, uh, somebody give me a estimate on what they’d charge to mow my grass. [Male caller] Hey look, I’m lookin’ for a, uh, house to rent. [Female caller] Good morning, Tim! I have an item for you for sale. I have a washing machine…

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