RD Savage

Selected Poetry

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best — make it all up —
but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

Ernest Hemingway

RD "Russ" Savage  came to Arizona at an unusually early age. And he refuses to leave. He once said:
          Eyes turn softly
          to the noon of this enchanted evening
          And Tuco moves slowly into a mood he’d forgotten.

         Some losses are in the losing
         some, like the monkey trying to get the orange out of the jar
         are in the letting go. There are other feasts.
         They allow both hands
         require slow dancing.

But then, another time, he said:
    Tuco considers the new year. Mostly though, he thinks of what he said last night
    what he didn’t. Why each choice was made. And how the who of conversation changed
    the lunchbox of words opened, rainbow decorated yet filled with a sturdy choir
    of vowels and a confessional cast of consonents strolling into each new high noon.

    "You talking to me?” he queried, “You talking to me?!"
    And the mirror did not reply.

That was the time he was overheard muttering: 
"You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated" (W. H. Auden) 
and something about resolution or revolution, no one is certain, 
"Pope urges moderation at new year." 
He said it was the headline of an article on page A19 in the morning paper - Jan.1, 1996. We just nodded. 	
After all, we know Tuco.