The Red Wheelbarrow
We live above a wonderful English language bookstore named The Red Wheelbarrow. The staff couldn't be friendlier, and the selection is impressive considering the store's petit footprint. This morning Evan vaguely remembered that William Carlos Williams wrote a poem titled The Red Wheelbarrow, and raised the question of the bookstore's connection to it. The shop wasn't open at the time, so I did a little googling. Though the question of the bookstore's name remains unanswered, I did stumble upon the poem: The Red Wheelbarrow so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. According to my ten minute crash course, Carlos wished to break free from the symbolism and complicated forms common during the Victorian period in honor of that which was more direct and realistic. His work was part of the Imagist movement, whose writers favored clarity and precision over allusion and ambiguity. Given the double talk coming from wall street and the economic powers that be lately, I can't help but think how much America would benefit if those pulling the financial strings would adopt a similar approach. Direct talk? Realistic talk? Straight-up, say-what-you-mean talk? Yes, please.