The Death Song of Lenny Ross

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The Death Song of Lenny Ross:

Lenny Ross was a Whiz Kid quiz show contestant as a child in the 50s who later became an advisor to Jerry Brown and held several academic positions.

Dows theory analyzes market action.
Fundamentals deal in corporate prospects.
When stocks are good, T-bills suffer,
and when the market shakes its head and shoulders,
its time to sell, or buy.

What a boy you are, Lenny Ross, Lenny Ross!
What a genius boy you are!
And why not you, Lenny?
Why not you to win the hundred thousand
answering quiz-show questions
on stocks and bonds and whatever?
Why not you the youngest?
At five you talked like Walter Lippmann.
At six you built a TV by yourself!
What a boy you are, Lenny!
What a genius boy you are!

Our tort system, from English common law,
changes many features of that older lands.
The principles the same,
that assets yield to no man save one who has them.
Eschewing class, were guided by associations,
men maintaining liberty by joining others openly.
as Tocqueville described, recalling Edmund Burke.

He grasped all aspects of the reading,
wrestling levels none of us had thought about,
as we sat silent, listening to his playfulness
with concepts none of us had heard before.
And yet so kind he was to all of us, his elders,
so patient telling us his thoughts.
What a mind he had, Lenny Ross,
and what a knowledge of the law.

A head that talks, an academic side man,
I know thats what they think of me.
Great idea, Lenny! What a brain!
I want to be a man of action, commanding heads of state
I want to run for President one day.
I have a master plan.
Its all up here!

Slow down, Lenny Ross, finish one thing!
I told him that a thousand times, at least,
then watched him stagger back and forth
among his shriveled plants and dusty chairs,
popping frozen peas at open mouth
and throwing out ideas like cannon shot.
And it was up to me to understand
that he had skipped ahead to chapter five.
Slow down, Lenny! I cant keep up.
But he persisted with a logic of his own.

Heres the plan:
Well write a treatise on the rights of students
and with the money earned, well buy these artists:
Fieldes, Moore and Greaves;
minor works by minor painters.
By lending them to small museums,
their values will inflate,
and then we sell and start a franchise.

I knew his reputation: Fired from Harvard,
bewildered students, uncompleted books.
But those first flowing days in Sacramento,
those synergistic days!
We watched him use a roll of tape and scissors
to cut and splice my program.
The spaceship earth, the new age economics,
the art of Zen applied to government….
It was all there.
If things had turned out differently, Lenny Ross,
you would have been my Commerce Secretary.

A six-month freeze on wages
without a freeze on prices,
followed by a year of frozen subsidies,
after which we send a thousand troops to Spain
as warning to the Sheiks to drop the price of oil.
Ill send the President a memorandum
when Ive wrapped my piece on Masons.
Its full of great ideas.

Don’t call me anymore, Lenny Ross,
I’ve had about enough of you
and your constant chatter leading nowhere.
You can’t keep quiet long enough to love me.
You touch my thigh, then start to babble economics,
then write a sentence down, then phone a friend,
remember I’m in bed and ask me
what I think of Bergmans latest flick.
I can’t take it anymore, Lenny Ross!
Genius, shit! Just get it up and keep it up for once!

A thermo coupler made of fiberglass
Kabuki language representing social graces
Venture funds investing in technology
In five years time, the baby boomers will
Stendhals real name was
Juan Gris merely described what he
Sawmills replacing windmills along the Flemish

You’re back home, Lenny Ross,
and we’ll take care of you.
No more taking jobs and quitting three months later.
No more lying under cars reciting lectures.
You’ll rest awhile, Lenny, and then youll see.
Youll land a cushy job.

theory of addled value William Cullen
Randolph the red-nosed option underlying
Tinto Ramm Dass vodanya Montana the Puritan
migraine persecution of the Cotton Mather
tell Jerry my name is Gemini
Carter Wilson Picket the symbol of an angry
zero coupon to beat the plowshares into Isaiah Berlin

My voice now, Lenny,
my voice calm, first time in years,
looking through the waters of the Capri Motel pool,
hearing waves applaud with plastic hands,
smelling chlorine smoke, tasting acrid starlight fruit.
Jump, Lenny Ross.
Remove this yoke of expectation.
Jump, Lenny,
jump to freedom…

Originally published in Pittsburgh Quarterly Volume I, #1 (Winter 1991)
and Music from Words (Bellday Books, 2007)

Marc Jampole
5889 Aylesboro Avenue
Pittsburgh, PA 15217

-by Marc Jampole

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