There’s a good chance that you’ve never heard of Rod McKuen, there’s a good chance that you’ve heard of Rod McKuen and just don’t know that you have, yet. A prolific poet and composer, credited with more than two hundred albums and more than thirty collections of poetry, including work in prominent films and the music industry, earning an Oscar nomination, Rod McKuen was sometimes referred to as “the accidental hipster” in his heyday of the late 1960’s and 1970’s, as he achieved something that few poets ever do, widespread, mainstream, commercial success. His work was popular, he is one of the best-selling poets in history. Born in Oakland, California in 1933, Rod McKuen passed away yesterday in Beverly Hills, at the age of eighty-one.
I first heard of McKuen when I was a kid without paying much attention to it and then not knowing that I was listening to his work or who he was.
I live alone.
It hasn’t always been that way.
It’s nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you’re still alive.
Why we can’t shake the old loves from our minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more than what they were.
And is the manufacture
just a safe device for closing up the wall?
I do remember.
The only fuzzy circumstance
is sometimes where-and-how
Why, I know.
It happens just because we need
to want and to be wanted too,
when love is here or gone
to lie down in the darkness
and listen to the warm.
– from “Listen to the Warm”, 1967, Rod McKuenAnother favorite became “Under Capricorn” because it just rips, and I wasn’t expecting it..Desperation in the saddle,
not the clean broom sweeping.
It is the yoke so stringent
that no farmer would permit its use.
The rivet gun that shoots out hate.
The chain saw cutting life in two.
Desperation is to death
what medals are to heroes,
The Great Divide is not a land mass
It is the highway
leading from the soul into oblivion.
~ Rod McKuenIn page after page of emotion, ranging from passionate and poignant, to disinterested and numb, McKuen cut to the quick of it all.Every now and then, I would check his webpage to see if he was still around and thought it so incredible every time that he was, but what I wish is that more people of my generation, of younger generations, knew his work, or that they would get to know his work.
I’m not as “afraid” to read the work of other poets, or of influence, as I used to be or once was, I think that that comes with years, with confidence, with gaining some faith in who I am as a writer, as a person, but I return to the work of McKuen time and again and know that I always will. There are “discoveries” as writers that mark personal milestones for us, same as regular people, and McKuen is so very definitely one for me. I was heartbroken to hear of his passing, as though an old friend whom I’d never met were no longer in the world, but then in that same vein thought, as one would an old friend who had lived to be eighty-one and accomplished so very much from such humble beginnings, good show.