The whispering telephone (of Japan)
Posted: October 6, 2016 Filed under: Poem | Tags: Japan, National Poetry Day, Telephones, This American Life 13 Comments
A ‘Messages poem’ – for UK National Poetry Day 7th October 2016
I recently listened to a brilliant and very moving radio documentary on the (ever fantastic) ‘This American Life’ (the link is below) about a Japanese man who has set up a defunct telephone booth, complete with disconnected telephone, in his garden. Because? He wanted to talk with his deceased cousin.
Over the last 5 years, since the tsunami of March 2011, many people have come to use his telephone booth to ‘call up’ their dead loved ones. The programme referred to relates some of the conversations and it is very beautiful if harrowing, to hear them. The second part of the show records the meeting between two, estranged, brothers – both in their 80’s. If you have an hour to spare, this is recommended radio delight!
I guess the programme is all about our need to talk with those we cherish – and yet, all too often, we are unable or unwilling to do so.
So….
The whispering telephone (of Japan)
My cousin left me, drifted away.
A black hearted wave, towering 30 feet and more above
smashed, gorged, demolished
those we love.
The telephone booth rests
goose green in a flowered meadow.
People come.
Brothers, lovers, wives and sons
grandparents, daughters.
families, groups,
sometimes, one by one.
The messages are often short,
seemingly mundane,
occasionally, they could be misconstrued
as curt.
Some are breathless, others weep,
a few try to explain
what was it that
the ink souled deep
stole away – and what now remains?
Messages of love :
” Are you eating well?”
“Come home – I will build you a house.”
“I’m in seventh grade now grandfather.”
“Why did you die?”
“Will this sadness ever stop?”
Calling….
The fingers tremble, hover, hesitate
before the ratcheted dial is turned,
an old fashioned sound
troubles the ether.
There is love here, bravery too.
And, in Japan,
the world over
we talk, we whisper, into lineless depths.
“Please.
Please.
Pick up.”
Here is the link to ‘This American Life’ http://audio.thisamericanlife.org/widget/widget.min.js
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Thank you so much I am (of course) very glad that you liked the poem. Best wishes Marc
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Your very welcome. Your poetry is quite interesting and i enjoyed reading it
-Raxtus :p
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I was crying by the end. What a incredibly moving story and poem. You are amazing …
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Brilliant , very touching
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Thanks Doreen I appreciate that best wishes Marc
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Brilliant idea, Marc!
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Gracias Senor!
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I was very moved by the sheer sensitivity of your poem. Lyrical and darkly meaningful at the same time
Thanks Marc.
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Thank you Wendy – as always your feedback is much appreciated. Hope all well for you and yours? best wishes Marc
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I have read this poem over and over and my heart and mind was/ still is overwhelmed with sadness,What a gift you have, in not just writing words but understanding the pain of others it is as though you have access to their soul.Never stop writing because you bless so many with what you can express.
M.J.
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I meant to say access to their souls,dont stop writing, sorry
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Thank you MJ I am glad the poem has a voice for you – it is the most amazing radio programme (which ‘inspired’ me) x
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