Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

12

I've been lettering my album notes. It makes me
think of when I was nine. My father first taught me
to drive a car by sitting me on his lap (he took the
foot pedals), and letting me take the wheel. The
natural inclination was to peer over the Chrysler
medallion and watch the flying centerline thirty feet
ahead. But my father, in his wisdom of experience,
told me to keep my eyes up, and look farther down
the road. There was the revelation: if you take the
longer view, the near at hand is done for you.

These letters require exactitude. But though the "o"
has to crest at the height of the "i" (or to the nearest
128th of an inch), I do it by watching the end of the
line, with a hand still before me that is not even
mine.

New York CityJuly 1984