Poem-Mobiles: Crazy Car Poems by J. Patrick LewisThe U.S. Childrens Poet Laureate and an award-winning childrens poet join their prolific forces in this picture book of poems about cars. But theyre not just any cars: theres the Sloppy-Floppy-Nonstop-Jalopy (So unique there is no copy); the Bathtub Limosine (With hot water heating / And porcelain seating); and the High Heel Car. Each of the thirteen quirky, inventive poems will speak directly to the imaginations of children, as will Holmess high-concept, detail-filled illustrations.
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In my line of work, I have to know a little about cars. Enough at least to talk to a mechanic or body man without being laughed out of the shop.
Towards the end of , Marianne Moore was invited to submit suggestions for naming the latest model from the Ford range of cars. For an obscure poet, Moore was something of a celebrity, known for her eccentricity and love of baseball as much as for her verse, and was quick to accept the invitation. Sadly, none of her suggestions made the cut, and so Americans found themselves driving the new Edsel and not the Utopian Turtletop. Her list of possible names was the nearest that Moore got to writing a poem about cars. However, many other poets have been inspired by the internal combustion engine and the joys and travails of motor travel. In the case of George Oppen, the engine itself fired his practical imagination to write one of the very few poems in the language to feature head gaskets and crank shafts. If Oppen was happy to get his hands oily, Moore's old friend Elizabeth Bishop was fascinated by the oily dirt of the family who ran a filling station she'd stopped at.
When I met Carol she was driving a pretty good car, except for the air-conditioner, which used to make the engine overheat. Now Carol likes nice things, but what with college bills and all, a couple years with me and her blue Subaru went downhill fast and I got to see a new side of her, that her idea of a good day is breaking down outside a gas station. Eventually her engine started overheating even without the air-conditioner; in fact tile only way to keep the temperature out of the red zone on a hot day was to turn the heat on. We had the most incredible conversation! Triple-A has us on speed-dial.
What Happened To My Car? Runaway car, dangerously out of control. Spinning toward me, hits the curb, lands close. I jump, hop, run into the school building. She comes after me. Honking mad.