Pome Poem by B. P. Nichol

To catch my breath, to get me landlegs on top of the rolling sea of performance, I often open readings with B. P. Nichol's "Pome Poem (thanks be to UbuWeb for this link to B. P. reading the poem)." This poem always gets my body humming, ready to read. I think of it as a 1970s version of Whitman's "Song of Myself," a thrumming, throbbing, guttural physic/al song. Who can deny the balls of singing that a poem is inside your nose, inside your toes. And everywhere between!