Paul E. Nelson Sr. Dead at 85

Paul E Nelson Senior

Born in Council Bluffs, Iowa, on December 27, 1928, Paul Everett Nelson Senior died today in his sleep in his home on the Northwest Side of Chicago at the age of 85. He is survived by his wife, Lesbia Matilde Pino Roque Nelson, his children, Paul Jr, Andrew Glenn, Barbara Kristine and Linda Jean, as well as Grandchildren Rebecca Rose, Andrew Robert, Paul Everett and Ella Roque.

He was an enthusiastic fan of the Chicago White Sox, who won the only World Series in his lifetime in 2005. I always felt his support for the Sox was a tribute to his older brothers Donald and Melvin, who died of diphtheria within five weeks of each other in 1939.

I can’t begin to think about what else I can say about him right now, as Mer, Ella and I are making travel plans. I had hoped to see him once more before he died, but that was not to be.

I had written a poem called Nine Sonnets for Pop in 2006, after a series of strokes disabled him somewhat, and I present that here because you can get a sense of what kind of man he was. He lived through a lot of heartache, is survived by four beautiful, intelligent and passionate children and four kind, beautiful and intelligent grandchildren. His bloodline is in good hands.

I miss you Dad.

Nine Sonnets for Pop

Pop’s in the hospital
a slight stroke we figure
but in allopathic terms
expressive aphasia.
Speech difficult to initiate,
non-fluent, labored, and halting.
Deficient intonation, stress patterns
& language reduced to disjointed words

and poor sentence construction.
Sounds like poetry you think
while Josephina arrives from Yakima
trunk full of hand-made corn tortillas.

The heat more than a large can of salsa
can take with the two hour ride over the pass.

2)

Resurrection Hospital where the Sox
could not sweep the Cubs today
adding insult to a speech-addled Father
we’ve always known as fluent

in his condemnation of all things
like Republicans. FDR gave me
Social Security and LBJ Medicare
but these assholes then you try to change

the subject back to baseball.
He was even guarded last year
when the Sox won it all saying
they’ll probably get swept in California

when they did the sweeping.
That picture’s still my screen saver.

3)

No, you think, their lab experiment
is your father and you know the drill
drugs, surgery or radiation
they’re not going to use radiation
Ma says and don’t lecture and Linda
says He’ll only listen to you and you
can only say I’ve known him longer
but to see him break down

and cry. We’re all gonna die
and death is no failure
but who dies on their own
terms without the Kervorkian

treatment, thank you but no
Jack, I can’t hear a click.

4)

There are kids in the lot
cooling off from July
in the early global warming
era, someone has to rescue

the frog, but in Darfur,
death. Plants and animals
are migrating towards the poles
as we set this old spaceship on fire.

Meantime, tortillas, a dip in the Stuck
tender feet don’t like the feel of rocks
and Pop breaks down when the tongue
won’t cooperate with the brain.

Such perception The Chinese
will take us over without firing a shot!

5)

Nations are permanent
as July you want to tell him
but remain silent that he gets it
and no one has to break it down for him.

But the break down of the arteries
and the brain parts that depend on them
means the break down of, not our
patriarch, but Pop nonetheless

crying at the hospital and some
part of that emotionally-blocked
bloodline bubbles up into consciousness
and you’ll end up being the last

too smart for I told you so
contending with your own fire.

6)

Too much fire in the liver
the heart, the blood, fire
in that old goat, fire never
replenished as in the way

of the old ones, fire coming back
to bite its master, fire never studied
allowed to lick where it chooses
all the lack of gratitude

fanning that ancient blue flame gone
awry as if you knew how the creator
intended it. Pop, he don’t have no
language for it and must settle

for a language older than words
and now all we can do is count tears.

7)

Take a stubborn motherfucker
and hope for grace. Stain
the prayer rug or ply your
spiritual habits down by the river

and maybe the water bodhisattva
has an answer and maybe its
in a tongue you can negotiate
or maybe you just get a gist

or a gust of wind liberates
you from your spit
and you learn to take agony
and be a shop-keeper about it.

Selling enough to keep yourself
in bread, bananas and beer.

8)

All his lessons seem
to come up now, the ones
about what you can get away with
and that you should show up

on time to work. The lesson
of rising early and joining
the union and paying your dues
long into retirement. What

Lech called Solidarnosc
how a red flag rises
out of blood but when
the blood is undone by fire

or begins to lose its way
and that eloquent man reduced
to incoherence…

9)

You want to think about his stain
how he had the sense to bring
more fire to a bloodline
and more important, heart.

When his brothers died
when he was not yet ten
he did what he had to do
to survive. And you got that

survival like a lifetime
of clenched teeth and a way
out of wilderness via helicopters
over the canyon and a tuning

of fix that fire into a mode
where somehow there’s a Gracias
in all of your grief.

8:08P – 7.2.06

 

P.S. On Sun, May 11, 2014 at 4:47 PM, Rachman Cantrell wrote:

Paul,

Condolences from Rachman and Aida! Hope all goes well on your trip home. What can you share about your Dad with us?

Rachman & Aida

Rachman,

A good place to start is: https://www.paulenelson.com/2014/05/11/paul-e-nelson-sr-dead-at-85/

My Dad was a life-long Railroad man who was active in his union which was, at the time, called The Brotherhood of Railway and Airline Clerks. He paid his dues for many years after he retired.

He was a huge fan of the White Sox and we talked about them last week in our last call. He knew a LOT about baseball and hated the Cubs.

He had a wicked sense of humor, sometimes dark in terms of its political incorrectness, but was very much supportive of Civil Rights and stood up for union brothers of color. He married a Cuban, after all. He met my Mom in Havana and married her on Nov 7, 1957 and AGAIN a couple of years ago. He lived in the house in which I grew up from 1992 until yesterday when it appears a massive heart attack took him home to his Mother Dorothea, his sister Barbara Rose and his two older brothers Donald and Melvin who each died of diphtheria in 1939 within 5 weeks of each other. He changed after that and was not a happy-go-lucky little boy anymore, according to Aunt Barbara.

He felt Obama was our best President ever and never voted for a Republican, as far as I know. He was engaged and knowledgable about current events and politics to the end.

He loved to sing songs like Mr. Mr. Johnny Rebeck how could you be so mean… and Marsy dotes…

Listening to the Tennessee Waltz a year or so ago made him weep.

That’s all I can write right now…

About Splabman

SPLAB and Cascadia Poetry Festival founder Paul E Nelson wrote American Sentences (Apprentice House, 2015), Organic Poetry (VDM Verlag, Germany, 2008), a serial poem re-enacting the history of Auburn, Washington, A Time Before Slaughter (Apprentice House, 2010) and Organic in Cascadia: A Sequence of Energies (Lumme, Brazil, 2013). Founder of the Cascadia Poetry Festival, in 26 years of radio he interviewed Allen Ginsberg, Michael McClure, Anne Waldman, Sam Hamill, Robin Blaser, Nate Mackey, Eileen Myles, Wanda Coleman, Brenda Hillman, George Bowering, Joanne Kyger, Jerome Rothenberg & others, including many Cascadia poets. He lives in Seattle and writes at least one American Sentence every day. https://www.paulenelson.com. Co-Editor of Make It True: Poetry From Cascadia, he is in year five of a twenty year Cascadia Bioregional Cultural Investigation. www.CascadiaPoetryFestival.org (Oct 12-15, 2017, Tacoma, WA)
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11 Responses to Paul E. Nelson Sr. Dead at 85

  1. My heart goes with you, Paul, even with your dad. Blessings,

  2. Alison says:

    Paul, you have my concern and support in this rough time – losing your cat, then your father. Ouch! The universe continues to be tough and loving at the same time.

  3. rasunah says:

    much enjoyed your poems about your father, have no doubt you will have very interesting new ones about him to come. my condolences..

  4. Carol T. says:

    Hi Paul, So sorry for your losses–the cat, too! Your father will be well remembered by you and your family, and in poetry yet to come, I trust. Michael & I are enjoying our 2nd generation of felines, one of which has passed, 2 more in their teens. Life is full, and we taste the savory, the bitter, and the sweet. Hugs to you & Meredith.

  5. Kevin says:

    Paul, my condolences at the loss of your father. He left his mark and you did well in your praise.

  6. Paul & Family,
    When it rains, it pours–from the Poetry Fest high to loss of father….
    So sorry to hear of your father’s passing–we lost our mother in law in January.
    It’s the lot of those in the middle–carrying for loved ones on either end of life.

    What we truly want, beyond the condolences, is for someone to sing her or him
    all the way home & back, to tell their story, to give them back to us in a new way….

    David McCloskey Family

  7. Christopher Luna says:

    Very sorry to hear this, Paul. My condolences to you and your family.

  8. Dear Paul, Our condolences on the passing of your father. From your poems, your father seems like the kind of guy anyone would have liked to know and have a beer with. Our best, J. Glenn & Barbara

  9. seingraham says:

    Oh Paul, my heart goes out to you and yours…so sorry to hear of the death of your father…from your poem, and other notes; he sounds like he was a force of nature…(I understand your cat died recently as well. I know animals and parents are not in the same ballpark, so to speak, but the pain cuts in ways that are hard to explain…sorry for that loss also) May you get through this next while the best you can…be well.

  10. Shel Lustig says:

    Dear Paul,
    Thanks for sharing the beautifully written tribute to your Dad. As friends, we share in your sorrow and grief. To you and your family we express our love and condolences.
    With love,
    Shel & Tammy

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