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    Walt Curtis, the Peckerneck Poet

    Oy ge-walt

    "Walt Curtis, the Peckerneck Poet" starts with a smutty but inspired composition from a would-be Walt Whitman, but it soon goes from bad to verse.


    You'll probably know whether you'll like "Walt Curtis, the Peckerneck Poet" from the following fairly smutty poem, easily the best that the Oregon poet has to offer:

    Directed by: Bill Plympton.
    Featuring: Walt Curtis.
    "Cash paid for Levi 501 jeans — up to 8 dollars paid."

    Fuck the Japs! Fuck the French!
    The Swiss! The Germans! The whole shootin' match!

    My Levis belong to me!
    I wore 'em out with hard labor, hard loving,
    hard wear and tear, many hard-ons.
    Torn, fingered, threadbare, greased,
    pissed on, stomped full of holes, ripped,
    cornholed, shat upon, ragged at the ass and crotch,
    paint and cum spattered.
    I'll be diddled if I deny 'em now
    in their hallowed, faded, pale blue glory.

    My girlfriend awkwardly opened each metal button,
    a tender touch at a time.
    Her sweet honey-colored hair and red luscious lips
    caressin' my love-starved cock,
    givin' the best American head in the world
    No way will I sell my youthful passion and male beauty
    Not to a bunch of internationalist wannabes
    They don't have the balls or the muscles
    to wear a Marlboro man's work trousers,
    more American than mom's apple pie,
    truer than "The Star-Spangled Banner."

    A workin' man's ragged and weary story.
    Pants! Because he wore 'em!

    Workin' class red-blooded guy,
    all the world's tryin' to buy.
    Sell 'em over my dead body.
    Fuck 'em!
    They wish they could be so lucky to possess my redneck rags.
    Levis are my birthright —

    Walt Curtis, the Peckerneck Poet  
    At this point, Curtis is interrupted by a security man at what seems to be the Oregon state fair.

    "You're sittin' here talkin' porno stuff. I've heard it, man. I'm not gonna listen to this," says the officer.

    "Don't be upset. I'm talkin' about blue jeans and Levis and stuff," Curtis insists before being escorted off the fairgrounds.

    Actually, they're both right. It's a porno poem with a point. I happen to have taken a Greyhound bus through rural Oregon about the time this film was made, and the roadsides were dotted with shacks offering cash for people's worn-out blue jeans, which could be sold overseas at a hefty price. Curtis weaves together Madison Avenue icons and real-life Americana to reclaim ownership of the all-American image that people think they're acquiring from those precious pairs of ripped-up pants.

    The rest of Curtis' poems don't live up to this one. Embracing a kind of would-be Whitmanesque ecstatic love of men and women alike, he declares at the beginning of the film that he hasn't had sex in eight years. Maybe for this reason, his poems reflect a kind of naive grade-schooler's obsessive delight in the shock value of dirty words repeated for their own sake, or a cheap novel's formulaic expressions of passion.

    APRIL 30, 2000

    Reader comments on Walt Curtis, the Peckerneck Poet:

  • Is this like   from Dave, Apr 15, 2005
  • Your Nephew   from NoOneInParticular, Jun 25, 2005
  • PECKERNECK POET   from JayDee, Jul 29, 2005
  • Walt Curtis   from FA NETTELBECK, Jan 14, 2006

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