Monday, August 18, 2014

Early and Pre-History of San Francisco (The Secret of the Sea Pt.III, Chap.3.)




 

History is a voyage from the real to the imagined





1. Pre-history:
The Origins of Yerba Buena



It is widely accepted that the land mass 
that became San Francisco rose out of the sea 
 a sudden manifestation of tectonic tumescence




Petrified redwood provides us with clues
to what were once coastal forests





Little is known about the earliest animal life
widely presumed to have been very nasty
and to have died off quite a long time ago







It is thought that there were still whales in those days







With the first human inhabitants,
we peer around a rock darkly





In previous eras scholars idealized
noble savages who lived Romantic idyls,






Actually, our understanding of these first people
remains quite primitive





Examples of populations considered extinct
still turn-up on sundry beaches,
Here we observe a prehistoric flower-child






2.
Early History of San Francisco



Historical studies are best compared 
to a Miro-shaped hole in the floor
in which ancient objects of desire persist






The history of Western man is tied to beer,
from its earliest forms in ancient Egypt
to ales top-fermented on backdoor stoops
to the eldritch breweries and taprooms 
to modern-era factory suds and today's microbrews,
Man marches on




In from the sea a sailor could trade
a dazzling tortoise shell
for three bottles of Wunder beer;
Intricate scrimshaw
fetched a bottle of good whiskey






An establishment selling brews on July the Fourth
Hobos of the sea landed here for centuries 
One cannot overstate the importance of beer
 to the opening of the West,
to the founding of this Nation 





Dolls have a great deal to do with it too






Next thing you know you have
many a gay caballero on your hands







Hence the early arrival
of the civilizing influence of religion





3.
The Gold Rush



Tall ship inside of a vitrine,
 a message in a bottle






The message was that the Europeans 
were the new dominant sub-species of primate,
Formal, organized, and technologically adept,
they replaced the local flora and fauna






Those damn Yankee traders showed up,
bringing with them all sorts of confidence men,
the Flaneur here includes himself






 Certain intrepid mercenary types
 roamed the earth as colonial front men
for the arch-capitalists





 

Then, a whirling milky way 
of gold dust 
was discovered upstream





An "instant city" appeared overnight,
coming on like sleepy mushrooms





Today the story is relegated to potted histories,
Steam Punk drive-in movies,
buried gold dental crowns
and dry dusty ghost towns





Gold's glittering legacy
consists of continual financial crime
and a permanent plutocracy





With its burden of struggle and strife,
cramped quarters for most,
a pauper's burial at Land's End








Is that a "C" or is it a "G"?
In the first American Gilded Age,
  the custom was for Robber Barons
to build temples to house their dead souls







A system of justice arose
to protect the property rights of the wealthy,
law and order to maintain the status quo








The infamous Barbary Coast was host
to rough men who did quick work 
with a paintbrush
or with a sailor's knife






Around this time Chinatown was first founded
as a source for cheap labor, florid housewares
and peut-etre a bowl of O.







The opening of the railroads,
A revolution in industry
dead tech too magnetic to discard







Charming and uncanny momentos 
of our race to the bottom







Examination of the historical record:
  souvenirs: coffee cups, matchbooks, 
room keys, and a slender opium pipe







 4. The Military Era



Bringing things up to the present





Ever vigilant in a turbulent world
of rising seas





 

Keeping the peace in our nation-state







Responding to emergency of any kind







Never mind Richard Serra, 
nautical military debris produces
real heavy metal enigmas







As long as there is fuel left to burn





The military you shall always have with you






 4. Epilogue




A solitary room in the dim past
watches the tide roll this way









 Almost check out time,
the tidal clock seems to say

























San Francisco,
Alameda, Oakland

Summer 2013-Summer 2014

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