Christopher Robin's Toys Christopher Robin's Toys would never have suffered an adoption reversal battle if they had been skee ball prizes on the Long Beach boardwalk from the advent of the Beatles to the rapture of Richard Nixon. They would have sat unmolested between fading depression glass bowls novelty appliances back-key monkey drummers marked pinochle cards musical candlesticks stale bubblegum sticks and Marvelous Marv Throneberry's faded 1962 baseball card. And they would have traded each other's excruciating visions of boardwalk lovers and displaced surfers for jars of hunny. And they would have laid down bets on the local elections. And they would have wondered who would finally claim the hand-held D battery number two wood swizzle stick for the same number of tickets I laid to claim six glasses with poets' profiles which never survived my brother's rages. To him, a poet was a street punk with a pie in the face and a token round of dozens by Sonny Liston. Not that it mattered in my mother's house; to her, a poet was a bum on an inheritance or a boy in search of a hiding place. In her house, Christopher Robin's toys would have been a menagerie; she'd have repatriated them against Milne's wishes, hoping in the future she could cash in a favour with the Labour Party. And God forbid Christopher Robin should have picked up a guitar... Would say Pooh, "Hunny, I'm home!" Would say Piglet, "Gimme, Mr. Rock and Roll Star!" Would say Eeyore, "Will you play the blues for me?" Would say Kanga, "Play you a lullaby for Baby my Roo?" Would say Tigger, "The wonderful thing about Tiggers is Tiggers are wonderful things!" Would say Christopher Robin, "Oh, Mother, tell me more, in spite of myself." And Christopher Robin's toys would return to parents they never knew, because History, after all, has its dubious claimants.
Jeff Kallman's Questions:
1) Do I succeed in writing a poetry based on normal breathing patterns, as William Carlos Williams taught was the ideal model for poetic communication, without compromising the requirements of sound
imagery and soul expression?
2) Is my use of adoption reversal battles a good analogy for the controversy over returning the original Winnie the Pooh animals to England?
3) From there, have I expressed well a man's troubled recollection of a parent's trivialisation of meaningful things and a son's soul?