BEYOND THE ADVANCED PSYCHIATRIC SOCIETY- A COLLECTIVE RESEARCH/ OLTRE LA SOCIETA' PSICHIATRICA AVANZATA- UNA RICERCA COLLETTIVA


cerca nel blog

lunedì 7 novembre 2011

WHILE DYNASTIES PASS: three poems (Michaelian, Michaelian, Hardy), and war



Almanac

Yesterday afternoon
I put our garden space to bed.

One rake, one shovel, and half a yard
of damp, composted dairy manure.

Sweat on my neck and arms,
back, chest, legs, brow.

Leaves from the neighbor’s dogwood tree
in my hair and beard.

Today, I am ready for anything.

Even the death
of fear.




Traveler

I’m beginning to think
like this jade plant in the mist

a jeweled leaf for each
passing kingdom.
        (WHILE DYNASTIES PASS) 

From Songs and Letters, November 16, 2008


[A letter to William M.: 'There is a really Basho-like precision clarity and sadness in TRAVELER. So beautiful.- What ALMANAC had brought to my mind was much gloomier and hard- the distant thud of grand history and poured out blood, that fear of which one cannot actually get rid of- even while he sets his house and private life in some meaningful and possibly loving order. Both exist in fact; this experience of my own proximity, that horror. (And I'd thought of Hardy's poem, written during World War One).']



[In Time of "The Breaking of Nations" 

 I
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.
            
                II
Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.


            III
Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.


THOMAS HARDY      ]





2 commenti:

  1. What I find especially beautiful and inspiring is that my “even the death of fear,” which was conceived and uttered in a personal sense, should strike in you this larger, grander chord. Is it history, or a multitude of naked limbs yearning for the precipice? I don’t know. But we will make the leap together.

    RispondiElimina
  2. I have learned from Heidegger and from psychoanalysis (and Buddhism too, perhaps) that fear is not just something one is affected from- it is I'd say the response of a consciousness (let's call it this way)- with a history, relationships, determinations of its own - the response I was saying to a situation, a social nexus, a something. The maximum of individuality is the maximum of socialization: just two ways of looking at the same thing (well, this is a little Marxist too, I'd daresay). Which does not alter the fact that if I feel pain, or experience fear (or hope, or joy), they are my own, and nobody else's- my privilege and sometimes my damnation...

    RispondiElimina