Simon's Song


  Simon’s Song

Caleb Mannan, 2011

For Simon Rodia

To the unknown, indefatigable,
Stumbling toward some existent light,
I sing.

With your hands you have built towers,
Towers alone you smite.

Within the darkness thou hast labored,
Thou hast cast thy light.

To the man, the hammer, the chisel,
To the spires that they bring,
I sing.

But more so to a conquering spirit,
With which a man is give.

The spirit of self hewn horizons,
Horizons he sees and wills to live.

To the man, the spirit, and the hammer,
To the courage it brings,
I sing.

5-6 years ago I stumbled across this documentary about Simon Rodia, and was moved to write a verse about him. Ever since, when I think of 'folk art' - doing for love and passion and the just because of it, without regard for profit or recognition - I think of Simon laboring tirelessly with love and affection on his towers.

I hope this lil video inspires you as it did me to go out and build your tower. As my Art Verses say, if you think of it do it, I am waiting for you, I cannot wait to see what you will create! A tower? A doodle? A song? A poem?

Give the world what you got!

Or, as Shel Silverstein more aptly put it:

"Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before."

(Put Something In)