O Outrider!
O Outrider!
“The Master of Rime, time after time, came down the arranged ladders of vision or ascended the smoke and flame towers of the opposite of vision, into or out of the language of daily life, husband to one word, wife to the other, breath that leaps forward upon the edge of dying.” Robert Duncan, from the Structure of Rime IV.
I have spoken of the confrontation with death implicit in the creative act: how the vitality of creation (rubedo) is born from the possibility of death (nigredo). From the sheer visceral relief of the man whose head missed the bullet to the contemplative arising of who we really might be in the moment of concentration on how we might not…
My feeling for poetry is called forth by the song of the lyric voice. A voice that the beautiful bloodied ear of Lorca knew was summoned from the land, from the folk-soul of a people and their place. The lyric voice begins in an attempt to celebrate such people in their places; to raise such scenes of life lived toward the plateau of eternity. An attempt always succeeding, always failing, an attempt born from love...
This is the love that tastes death; a taste rich in pomegranate juice and seeds. This is the love for which life is only a trigger, a starting point for its true activity. As a soul as sensitive as Novalis showed, love only begins with the beloved…
This love could be pictured as the seeing of a permanent iris for which a lifetime is but an active looking, eyes open wide, death just a blink, a change in focus…
This love could be pictured as a foal wandering in the woods of the word, hovering between the trees of syntax, grazing at the leaf-vowels in the clearing, a whispering presence, adored by the red gold sun…
Such a foal would roll into poems as into an opening in the field…narrow dry poems quickly passed over for the rich feeding grounds of poems lit by an unblinking love…
“Thus the grass must give up new keys to rescue the living.”
Robert Duncan, Structure of Rime VI.
Mark Jones
All quotes from The Opening of the Field by Robert Duncan (1960 Grove Press, 1973 New Directions.)
IMAGE: Rua da Morte by Frederico Garcia Llorca (1929).
“The Master of Rime, time after time, came down the arranged ladders of vision or ascended the smoke and flame towers of the opposite of vision, into or out of the language of daily life, husband to one word, wife to the other, breath that leaps forward upon the edge of dying.” Robert Duncan, from the Structure of Rime IV.
I have spoken of the confrontation with death implicit in the creative act: how the vitality of creation (rubedo) is born from the possibility of death (nigredo). From the sheer visceral relief of the man whose head missed the bullet to the contemplative arising of who we really might be in the moment of concentration on how we might not…
My feeling for poetry is called forth by the song of the lyric voice. A voice that the beautiful bloodied ear of Lorca knew was summoned from the land, from the folk-soul of a people and their place. The lyric voice begins in an attempt to celebrate such people in their places; to raise such scenes of life lived toward the plateau of eternity. An attempt always succeeding, always failing, an attempt born from love...
This is the love that tastes death; a taste rich in pomegranate juice and seeds. This is the love for which life is only a trigger, a starting point for its true activity. As a soul as sensitive as Novalis showed, love only begins with the beloved…
This love could be pictured as the seeing of a permanent iris for which a lifetime is but an active looking, eyes open wide, death just a blink, a change in focus…
This love could be pictured as a foal wandering in the woods of the word, hovering between the trees of syntax, grazing at the leaf-vowels in the clearing, a whispering presence, adored by the red gold sun…
Such a foal would roll into poems as into an opening in the field…narrow dry poems quickly passed over for the rich feeding grounds of poems lit by an unblinking love…
“Thus the grass must give up new keys to rescue the living.”
Robert Duncan, Structure of Rime VI.
Mark Jones
All quotes from The Opening of the Field by Robert Duncan (1960 Grove Press, 1973 New Directions.)
IMAGE: Rua da Morte by Frederico Garcia Llorca (1929).
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