Thursday, February 05, 2009
The Search for the Accomplice
Worms rise up out of the ground and confront me with their accusasations.
What amy I trying to do? What am I trying to find?
A sad fact of history for the man of ideas is that in the past, somebody had already done what you are trying to do, but better.
Search- mode for the font of poetry. Found a man named Hryhori Chubai.
He too was searching, searchng for an accomplice.
Let's see. Go along with him for a while.
--And when he looked
He saw no one there
On the path
Past the tree
Past the dog
Past the ornamental horses of green clay.
And then someone behind him said someone is coming
A thousand lonesome women are approaching
Bearing the faces of those he'd seen on the road to here.
Past the dog
Past the bird
Down this way
Past the horses of green clay.
And he heard the voices of those thousand women approaching
And behind them
A great poppy seed that shook the earth with its rumbling
Rumbling down the path of the horses of green clay. the path now before him.
And he turned around
As if to ask someone behind him
But he smelled smoke, perhaps a fire.
There was a fire behind him now.
And someone invisible answered, "Christ is coming".
And all the figures of the landscape of the future turned
To see behind them too,
--Where the monster
Had stopped rolling.
And again, someone invisible said
Christ is coming.
All could see behind themselves a fire.
What's up here? Lent? The coming of Easter?
Should I ape old T.S. and try for an Ash Wednesday, apparently the inspiration for Mr. Chubai's poem?
Something is chasing me on this full moon.
And it's not fooling.