A Verse Biography of Evel Knievel
Emily Viggiano Saland
OF THE ITEMS NECESSARY:
Of course the wind.
A horizon, birch-bent. Maybe two.
The motion of an object in or through a medium
Need is a winged thing,
Let's not forget the roll, yaw, and pitch.
This poem is endless, as
the heart a magpie squawking
ON THE DAY HE WAS BORN THE SKY LOOKED LIKE THIS:
Related because, according to us, 'planet' is another way of saying how things wander off but find
AS A COPPER MINE DREAMS OF SURFACING
Defining, yet underreported moments in the early years of Robert Craig Knievel, Jr.:
1954 (age sixteen) -- Our hero takes his first job as a diamond drill operator with the Anaconda Mining Company. Decides the earth has nothing for him.
1957 (age nineteen) -- Our hero joins the military track team, specializing in pole-vaulting. Breaks no records, breaks no bones. False starts.
THE DEATH OF ROBERT CRAIG KNIEVEL
A rebel vectoring a terrible rocket a trick orbiting
CAESAR'S PALACE, 1967
Trajectory /n/: from the Latin traiectus,
Knievel clears the fountains but does not stick the landing;
Later, when asked how it feels to be in a coma for more than a month:
OR ELSE PICTURE THE CURVE AT THE NAPE OF A NECK
Whether or not he is aware of it, Evel
On the other hand, when Knievel falls,
Eventually the change in the velocity is less and less and reaches a constant value. When graphed it makes an arc:
SNAKE RIVER CANYON, 1974
Of course the fall.
A pedal, hell-bent. Maybe two.
The motion of an object thrown up against itself
The last thing we saw
Caught up by the wind
Round as orbit, an eye socket,
REMEMBERING ALWAYS THAT THE LAST TWO FRACTURES WERE OBTAINED ON THE GOLF COURSE, AND IN THE BATH
This poem began as an exploration of how arcs/curves behave in both physics and narrative. It includes images collaged from [here]