Friday’s Diner


Crazyhorse, No. 69, Spring 2006
College of Charleston


Three poems by Robert Creeley adorn this issue of Crazyhorse by way of memorial, the first reveals a Beckettian substratum in the centenary year.


Where from, where to

the thought to do—


Where with, whereby

the means themselves now lie—


Wherefor, wherein

such hopes of reconciling heaven—


Even the way is changed

without you, even the day.

(“Valentine for You”)

A charming interview with the poet and his wife took place in North Carolina the year before.

“Again (Wrightsville Beach)” structures the caesura into a halting rhetoric on Crusoe, varying the rhythm.

The water, waves, sand, the backdrop of the houses

because it’s all been developed—Friday’s Diner, Crusoe’s Condos—

it’s all as it would be, the locals, the tourists,


whoever got here first and what they could make of it.

But the old story is real too, the footprint, the other...

Finally, there is “Echo”, a great understanding, usefully to be applied by critical biographers of all stripes.

What’s a life if you look at it,

what’s a hat if it doesn’t fit.