I help myself to material and immaterial, / no guard can shut me off, no law can prevent me.
- The Clash
- The 101ers
- Redemption Song
- He takes a cab and carries his own guitar***
- He takes sides****
**This is the third poem I wrote with the title “Why Joe Strummer still matters.”
***I can’t find the draft, but we were standing in line at Seattle’s Showbox for the Mescaleros that night. A taxi pulls up, Joe Strummer gets out carrying a guitar case and enters the club through the front door (this was before they added the metal detector gate). No rock star trappings, just a guy going to work. Shouts of “Hey, Joe!” from those of us in line and a nod from him.
****The other was written the day he died in 2002 (I was walking downtown and heard a sax player in the bus tunnel entry) and was included untitled in Punk Poems:
Sax echoes / Through the underground– / There was a line / Drawn– / We always knew / What side to take– / On the street / The player blows / Each / Note–
2 quotes on history and 1 on map making:
i have no history / up arrival, i am / always writing it (Kevin Coval)
Everything is history–only some of it is remembered (Saul Weisberg)
There is no end to the information we can use. A “good” map provides the information we need for a particular purpose–or the information the mapmaker wants us to have. (Peter Torchi)