Upland Peace Camp #7

Upland Peace Camp #7 (the first letter Poem)

Dear Officer 2503, of the Parkside Police;

Since you took my photo, while I marched, and sat, and slept,

and scratched, at the recent Up Land Peace Camp, at this Camp to keep

our Gringo Guard in Gringo land, since you found me sexy enough to

take my photo, I have a request-


Dear twenty five oh three (can I call you twenty five, you

took so many photos, I feel like we know each other, and have drank

beers together), I am a Poet and have Readings coming up in

Washington,  DC on the 18th, at Media on the 25th, and in Philly on

November 22nd and-could you possibly give me fifty five by eight black

and white photos for publicity? Since you took these photos of me

without the asking of me, it’s the least that you should do. Not that

you should feel guilty, by the way. A man’s gotta do what a man’s

gotta do. I want a real good one, by the way, for the Dela ware Coun

ty Times.  And, hey, look, if I should ever chance to take a photo of

you, if you come to a Monday Night Poetry Reading in Philly, that I

help run, I’ll get you fifty one.


Dear twen ty five and three. Don’t you think I look good in

this blue work shirt, in these black cords, with these brown boots,

with my hair some long. Would you recommend another outfit?

I hope some of these are action poses. And do come by at the Media

Reading. I’ll be selling books and-but your copy will be free.

It might be worth something. Look, my father had the number one issue

of Superman Comics, circa nineteen thirty eight, and his mother

threw it out. Do you know what that’s worth to day?

Dear twenty fiver, have you ever heard Poetry. You Should. Not

the stuff they cram down your brain in school that your mind eats

’cause “it’s good for you” (though Shakespeare is forever, And

Marlowe) but some of the real stuff of this century. It’s better than

guns. And can be just as fa tal. If the words are aimed right.

Well, twenty five and three, I guess I’m about finished. Hope-

fully, you’re back to dealing with real crimes and real criminals

(I swear I returned those library books.), and I wish you success in

your chosen field, which I do not believe is photography. I swear that

you will get a photo credit, either under your number or, if you so

desire, under any alias you might want. Might I suggest twenty five


Lastly, you might read some of British Poet Wilfred Owen. There’s not

a great deal of Wilfred Owen, as he died, at the age of 26,on a World

War 1 Battlefield.


“He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,

and shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,

Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park

Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,

Voices of play and pleasures after day,

Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes

And do what things the rules consider wise

And take whatever pity they may dole.

To-night he noticed how the woman’s eyes

Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.

How cold and late it is! Why don’t they come

And put him into bed? Why don’t they come?”

That was the first and last stanza of Disabled, published in 1920,

two years after Wilfred Owen died in the war that was “the War to end

all wars.”


Truely Yours

Bob Small

Poet and a support person for Delaware County Pledge of Resistance

9/25/88-from original copy written on 9/16/88, during

the Peace Camp in front of the Upland Reserve Center.


About bobsmall1

Bob Small has read at Bacchanal, Barnes and Noble, Borders, The Booksource (Swarthmore), The Clark Park Festivals,Community College of Philadelphia Highwire Gallery, The Mad Poets Annual Food Fest Reading, The Middle East Restaurant, Nexus GalleryThe Painted Bride Arts Center, The Philadelphia Ethical Society, Robin's Bookstore The University of Pennsylvania and also in New York City, Trenton, NJ, Washington, DC, and in many Delaware Valley Venues. He is the author of numerous chapbooks, including El Otro Lado (with Maralyn Lois Polak), On watching America Die, Small Steps and Toes (with Lamont B. Steptoe), and The Unapoet. This is his first Reading in over a year. Bob Small was Founder and President of the two decades old Poets and Prophets, which presented Poetry Readings in both Delaware County and Philadelphia. Bob was the Chair of The Delaware County Green Party and was the First Green Party Candidate in Delaware County (2005). He was also a Green Party National Delegate, among other duties. He is the Founder and Facilitator of The Pennsylvania Ballot Access Coalition (PaBac), which is a Coalition of both Independents and Third Parties., seeking to legislatively improve Pennsylvania's Ballot Access Laws. (Facebook) Bob is also a founding member and Facilitator of Democracy Unplugged, and Delco Debates, which has presented Independent and Third Party Forums in Delaware County since 2004. Facebook) He was formerly involved with Cinema Resistance, and Delco Pledge of Resistance. Bob currently lives in Swarthmore with his wife and their menagerie of animals. He is currently focused on writing a Novel and organizing his Poetry, which he posts on his Blog (Bob Small1). He is retired from most of the above activities, except Delco Debates and Poets and Prophets, which he may return to.
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