Reader Comments on Four Poems by Paul Marion from YankeeMagazine.com http://www.yankeemagazine.com/rss/index.php Mon, 13 Feb 2012 01:12:08 +0100 FeedCreator 1.7.2 http://www.yankeemagazine.com/issues/2009-11/interact/10things/poems-paul-marion I love these poems about ordinary things. I grew up in Pittsfield, MA. My mother worked in the paper mill. Your poems evoke memories of my hometown too. Fantastically true imagery. Thank you. Yankee Publishing (rss@ypi.com) Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:32:15 +0100 http://www.yankeemagazine.com/issues/2009-11/interact/10things/poems-paul-marion After reading about Paul Marion, I couldn't help being reminded of the first time I read Kerouac. His sensitivity about Lowell was so closely aligned to Kerouac (sans alcohol and drugs, of course) that I felt comfort in knowing that the real spirit of Lowell still survives and will continue to flourish with Marion's mentoring. I've spent the last 40 years trucking in Lowell and the Merrimac Valley and have always felt a kindred spirit with the community. My French-Canadian roots came alive as I climbed the stairs at Joan Fabric, Pellon, Prince Spaghetti, Adden Furniture, Lawrence Textile Mfg, Courier-Citizen Printing, and on it goes. I often wondered how many never survived a days employment around the angry drone on industrial machinery. I've explored every mill alleyway and main drag with a child's sense of wonderment. The city literally hummed with economic vitality in the early 70's. I remember ever so clearly those frigid winter nights working for Preston Trucking loading Yellow Page directories at the old Courier-Citizen. It was done by hand back then. Two men in the back of a trailer laboring but bonding in a way that I miss in this age of modernization. My mother's cousins owned the Pourier Hobby Shop downtown (my first glimpse of Lionel Trains). My Dad summered at his Aunt's house off Rock Street. He used to spend his afternoons down by the B&M tracks counting freight trains to kill time (they were abundant back in the 30's). I still vist the corner of Dutton and Merrimac to deliver gas to the Hess station located there. Breakfast at the Club Diner next door is mandatory after delivering. The diner's been there forever. Thanks Paul. Yankee Publishing (rss@ypi.com) Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:21:48 +0100 http://www.yankeemagazine.com/issues/2009-11/interact/10things/poems-paul-marion "I freeze like a common eavesdropper," what a wonderful way to capture the sense that Paul Marion brings to our glimses of a world that does not quite belong to us, though we grew up with it all around us. The poet, the observer, the listener that gently invades the secret world of daily life. I like too the honesty he conveys when he turns away, sligtly mortified, by being caught. This is lovely stuff. http://www.scatteringbright.blogspot.com/ Dave Yankee Publishing (rss@ypi.com) Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:09:09 +0100