Saginaw poet and arts activist Al Hellus passed away today. In his time, he was good for Saginaw's poetry scene, and he will be missed.
I didn't know Al incredibly well, but when I moved to the tri-cities, he promptly offered me a reading at the Red Eye. It didn't work out, but I eventually had the chance to read with him at the Andersen Enrichment Center. It was a great reading, made better by Al's irreverent sense of humor. Though I didn't see him much, I always got the sense that he was out there, in Saginaw, doing things for poetry and the arts. The sense that he's not out there anymore creates a real void.
a vision of corrected history with breakfast
--Al Hellus
the days' casting call
includes newsbites on the radio
that could have happened
anywhere between the last fifty years
and breakfast, which is
a plate of poached headlines
& a cup of printer's ink.
surely the second coming is at hand.
I stare out the window where, suddenly,
the Watergate hearings are once again in session
-- a bearded Richard Nixon
is seated on the stand admitting,
finally, that he always was a crook, and
Joe McCarthy breaks down on television,
blubbers to the packed Senate chamber
about his obsession with
young communist boys
who spurned him in his youth.
on a warm Tuesday in Vienna, Hitler
is accepted into the academy of art.
he becomes a mediocre painter
most noted for having dropped dead
at the Cedars Tavern next to Jackson Pollack
who kept right on talking to the
poor old bastard for half an hour.
his last painting,a nude self-portrait
sells for thousands of dollars
who claims to really like it.