Nuda Veritas
By Eugene Platt
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In this volume, beautifully produced by Revival Press, Eugene Platt invites us to travel with him on a survey of a long writing life in poems that cloak their craft and technique in language deceptively simple and direct. He confronts tragedies and disappointments without bitterness or sentimentality, finding joy and hope in unexpected places. Eugene’s poetry speaks from the heart with a clarity of vision and generosity of spirit which make this volume a delight to read.
—Michael Farry, Ph.D., Trinity College Dublin; author, The Age of Glass and Troubles.
Nuda Veritas is a celebration of life and death. The poems are expressed with eloquence, beauty, and grace. As in “Simple Words,” the poet “conveys the otherwise unconveyable” and in “A Widower’s Fifth September” brings tears with the words “to hold your hand in mine again and hear your voice.”
—Sue Walker, Ph. D., Tulane University; Poet Laureate of Alabama (2003-2012).
A poet of discovery, Eugene Platt delves into a vast well of experience and brings to the surface a reverence for family, love, enduring life, and American history. These poems span romance and war, birth and death, and the varied, sometimes contradictory experiences of a man traveling through this thing we call life. Here, meditations of lost love and walking the dog sidle up next to folk songs and prayer. The music-filled poems in Nuda Veritas distill expansive ideas into delightful verse revealing veneration for the quotidian and attention to detail as minute as a mustard seed.
—Lisa Hase-Jackson, M.A., M.F.A.; author, Flint & Fire; Editor-in-Chief, South 85 Journal.
In this ambitious compendium of highly personal verse, Charleston poet Eugene Platt yaws gently from the heroic to the whimsical, tracing a journey through settings real and remembered in detail rendered with precision and delight. Perhaps he appears most at home echoing the tides and currents that have inundated and sustained the South Carolina Lowcountry for centuries. What a gift to have this volume coincide with Charleston’s commemoration of 350 years from its colonial settlement, and likewise to mark 100 years of resolute collegiality for the Poetry Society of South Carolina.
—Scott Watson, Director of Cultural Affairs, City of Charleston
This is poetry speaks from the heart with a clarity of vision and generosity of spirit which make this volume a delight to read.
—Michael Farry, Ph.D., Trinity College Dublin; author, The Age of Glass and Troubles.
Nuda Veritas is a celebration of life and death. The poems are expressed with eloquence, beauty, and grace.
—Sue Walker, Ph. D., Tulane University; Poet Laureate of Alabama (2003-2012).
A poet of discovery, Eugene Platt delves into a vast well of experience and brings to the surface a reverence for family, love, enduring life, and American history. Nuda Veritas distill expansive ideas into delightful verse revealing veneration for the quotidian and attention to detail as minute as a mustard seed.
—Lisa Hase-Jackson, M.A., M.F.A.; author, Flint & Fire; Editor-in-Chief, South 85 Journal.
In this ambitious compendium Charleston poet Eugene Platt yaws gently from the heroic to the whimsical, tracing a journey through settings real and remembered in detail rendered with precision and delight. What a gift to have this volume coincide with Charleston’s commemoration of 350 years from its colonial settlement, and likewise to mark 100 years of resolute collegiality for the Poetry Society of South Carolina.
—Scott Watson, Director of Cultural Affairs, City of Charleston
Eugene Platt
Eugene Platt was born in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1939. After serving in the Army, he graduated from the University of South Carolina and earned a Diploma in Anglo-Irish Literature at Trinity College Dublin. His poems have appeared in many literary publications and some have been choreographed. He has given over 100 public readings of his work and was invited to read in the inaugural Dublin Arts Festival in 1970. He wasthe first Poet Laureate of the Town of James Island and was Poet-in-Residence for public radio station WSCI. He lives in Charleston with his main muses: Montreal-born wife Judith, corgi Bess, and cats Finnegan and Maeve.
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Nuda Veritas - Eugene Platt
It has taken me a long time to write this. I have had to let the book sit in my stomach until I fully digested it on a macro scale. In doing so, I have asked myself how I can understand the collection as a whole, given that the poems are from many different decades, of all forms, several different themes, and range from heartbreaking to hilarious. Ultimately, I have come to the conclusion that what Eugene Platt offers the world with this book is the gift of the life experiences of an octogenarian distilled with great craft and talent. He had to do a whole lot of living to write this book and it shows.
Throughout time, there have been wunderkinder in most human arts, sciences, and athletics. Years ago, I investigated the topic of child prodigy poets. I discovered that there has been almost no such thing in history. There have been a few instances in the bygone days when people sat in parlors and recited poetry where children were elevated to some level of fame for having skill beyond their years at rhyme and meter—in other words, they were precocious in the structure of poetry, the nuts and bolts of it. But they had nothing much to say or teach, really.
To read through the poems in Nuda Veritas is to be haunted by the memories and introspection of a long lifetime, delivered in such vivid detail and naked honesty that they live in your head and heart for days after putting down the book. My thoughts are alive with a mother disappearing into the gloom of senility, a father’s last ride to the hospital, the unanesthetized pain of divorce, the fleeting years of childhood, and travels to beautiful places imbued with melancholy and comedy. It is reading a collection like this that makes it clear why there are no child prodigies in the field of poetry.
Jim Lundy, President
The Poetry Society of South Carolina
Preface
For years I have tried to find a technique through which a man might reveal himself without embarrassment. There are two fairly successful examples of this technique—Don Quixote and Joyce’s Ulysses. Sancho Panza and Mr. Bloom are the private lives of two public men. I have found that only in verse can one confess with dignity. We have all done mean and ugly things and nearly always these sins should be confessed because of the damage they have done to us.
— Patrick Kavanagh, Self Portrait
What makes for a perfect year? I doubt anyone ever has had an absolutely perfect one. Nonetheless, my year at Trinity College Dublin, 1969-1970, was as nearly perfect as any for which a poor poet could hope. A primary reason for positive memories of that year was my discovery of the poetry of Patrick Kavanagh. Even now, a half-century later, I remain grateful to Brendan Kennelly, who led me to that discovery. As a token of appreciation, a poem in this collection, After Inniskeen,
is dedicated to him.
In the painting Nuda Veritas by Gustav Klimt, a naked Eve appears to be holding a hand mirror outward as if to urge onlookers, rather than ogle her beguiling body, to consider the naked truth about themselves. This interpretation complements Kavanagh’s conclusion. Thus, even the otherwise timid or uptight societally constrained poet can consider the Nuda Veritas about himself, then confess it with dignity in verse.
I learned this early. In the long-ago 1970s and 1980s, as a young, bearded poet active on the reading circuit, sometimes my readings on college and university campuses were billed as Private Thoughts for Public Ears.
Even now in the late afternoon of my poetic journey, I am able to convey in an occasional poem something I could never write in a letter to the editor of the local newspaper, or confess to my parish priest.
Thank God for the perquisites of poetry.
Eugene Platt
April 2020
Contents
Folly Beach Hotdogs
Listen
Melontime
Eat Strawberries and Seize the Day
Musing at the Music Barn
Saturday Night Fare
Hampton Park Revisited
Filial
My Father
Pennies from Heaven
Flight 227
The Greatest Man
Transition
Message at the Dentist’s
The American Way
Prayer on the Eve of My Father’s Funeral
The Last Ride
The Girl Across the Street
Ashley River
Edisto Hours
Main Crops, South Carolina
Sign Language
Preservation Society
Re-Doing the Charleston
Carolina Sands
Carolina Sands Elegy
Wine, Wild Flowers, and West Virginia
Fantasy for a July Day at Killiney Bay
Moment
Disquiet
The Last Tryst
Passion and Ice
Carolina Rose
Remembering the Girl at the Party
The Rites of Thanksgiving
Outer Banks Explanation
Washington, D.C.
A Long Way from New Orleans
An Angel from South Africa
Summer Swimmer
Winter Tree
To a Red-Haired Exorcist
A Loaf of Love
Blue Robe
Boxing Day on Tobago
Praise God for Grits
Nomad
In the Land of Disenchantment
Final Decree
For a Lost Son
On Vacating a Condo in Reston, Virginia
Visitation Rights
A Pregnant Woman
Second Genesis
New Life
New Priorities
Two Years at Kitty Hawk
Sandbox
Summer Days with Daughter
Portrait of a Daughter
To a Second Granddaughter
To a New Son
The Words
Metaphors Be with You
A Somber Day in San Francisco
A Passion Play
The Light of Life
Slaughter of the Innocents
Solace on the Puget Sound
Love After the Flood
Perennial
Joy/La Joie
My Solemn Vow
Love Poem for a Dying Wife
Simple Words
A Widower’s Fifth September
A Clump of Cat
War Games
My Lai Meditation
The Fort Jackson Bugles
Message from a Father Who Died on D-Day
Deaths of a Soldier
For Dag Hammarskjold
Dresden’s Frauenkirche Weeps for Notre-Dame de Paris
Paean to a Girl in a Poetry Workshop
Lines for a Young Poet
Poets in Trees
A Poet Learns the New Math
At the Writers Conference
Going for the Gold Bug
Overdose
Psyching Out My Psychiatrist
Celestial Figs
Captain Ahab’s Ditty
Haiku of a Whale
Ahead of the Game
Adam’s Lament
Nuda Veritas
Celestial Navigation
The Eagle Within
Sailplane Pilot’s Fantasy in Flight
Lenten Meditation
Ash Wednesday Meditation
Holy Saturday Headline
Prayer for a Pandemic
The Dogwood Blossoms Disregard Social Distancing
Folly Beach in the Age of Coronavirus
The Tornadoes Next Time
Destination Dublin
Lucca
At Trinity College
After Inniskeen
Rhetorical Questions for John Berryman
Charity
Famine
The Untied Kingdom
A Regal Swan on the River Shannon
Waiting for the Train at Ballybrophy Junction
Forbidden Fruit at Dublin Airport
Menage a Quatre
Cooking with Gas
Crying at the Krispy Kreme
Connubial Trash Talk
Walking Our Old Corgi
Our Cat Eschews the Evening News
In a Butcher Shop in Bushmills
Thank-You Note to My New Wife’s Late Husband
Foreword
Preface
Acknowledgements
Also by Eugene Platt
A Note about the Poet
A Note from the Poet’s Daughter
About on Revival Press
Folly Beach Hotdogs
Folly Beach hotdogs
-probably the world’s best-
except, maybe, those you relished
in your own hometown’s playground.
I often wonder
what made them so great.
I guess it was the onions and mustard
-and the sand, a grinding reminder
to ten-year-old gourmets
that with every bite
we were devouring
Folly Beach hotdogs.
Summers later
my interest turned
from hotdogs to cool girls,
the ones who safely stationed themselves
sixty feet from the surf,
hiding behind sunglasses and feigned disinterest.
I loved them seasonally,
but a fellow can have no more than a fling
with girls who only want to have fun,
and I was looking for something deep---
like
the
sea.
Folly girls weren’t for me.
Youth’s gone now.
The youth that surfboarded in this morning
was washed out to sea with the noon tide
of imminent middle age.
I still come to the beach,
but I walk farther,
down past the hotdogs and cool girls.
I walk alone along this fragile Edge of America,
seeking a place of solace,
a pristine place where only the ocean
separates a wistful walker from fabled Africa.
I keep walking, seeking a site
not yet found by anyone unmoved
by the beauty of such a beach.
I walk until I reach a secluded spot
to share only with a couple of seagulls,
a crab or two, a few terns.
There I spread an olive drab