scarecrow poetics/essays

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


For Gio . . .

My son Giovanni's in the other room
as I sit here typing - wrenching my brain

I hear him in there
eighteen months old
pushing his red bus across the carpet
the wall
again and again - bam bam, bam bam
making up chatter-box words
in an unknown one-way conversation
as he goes

One-hundred percent present

complete crunching bliss

And all
I'll ever want
be just like
that kid

in the now - always -
nothing added


Dan Fante 2007

Dan Fante was born and raised in Los Angeles. At twenty, he quit school and hit the road, eventually ending up as a New York City resident for twelve years. Fante has worked at dozens of crummy jobs including: door to door salesman, taxi driver, window washer, telemarketer, private investigator, night hotel manager, chauffeur, mailroom clerk, deck hand, dishwasher, carnival barker, envelope stuffer, dating service counselor, furniture salesman, and parking attendant. Fante is married and has a two year old son named Michaelangelo Giovanni Fante. He hopes eventually to learn to play the harmonica.


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