Pantoum for an Easter Afternoon

It is the resurrection and the life.
We talk of Jesus in his eggshell tomb,
and I make some snarky comment
about lost pagan holidays.

We talk about Jesus in an eggshell tomb,
pressing Him into the crook of two branches
remembering those lost pagan days
when the candy hunt was holy.

Pressing himself into the crook of two branches,
the Inventor hides the golden egg.
For this candy hunt is holy–
they must scale beanstalks and be giants.

The Inventor hides the golden egg,
and we scatter the rest to the four winds.
We must scale beanstalks and be giants
and think as craftily as our wisest ancestors.

(All the rest we scatter to the four winds)
Strange to be on this side of the game;
to think as craftily as my wisest ancestor;
to suddenly realize I’m in my twenty-first year.

Strange to be on this side of the game,
To witness this twentieth day, the fourth month;
To suddenly realize I’m in my twenty-first year.
When all I wanted was for magic to be real.

To witness this day and this month,
you must trace me back to a time
when all I wanted was for magic to be real;
when rabbits did lay eggs.

You must trace me back to a time
when I set magic aside.
Because rabbits never did lay eggs.
And friends never did keep promises.

When I set magic aside,
I grew down instead of up.
Friends really do keep promises:
saying something inscrutable.

I grow out instead of up.
The Inventor declaims.
Saying something in Russian,
the Healer laughs at us both.

The Inventor declaims,
and I make some snarky comment.
The Healer laughs at us both.
It is the resurrection and the life.

 

4/23/14

 

The Writer’s Manifesto

A Transcendental Existentialist’s Postmodern Meditation on the Word

1. The essence of art is not in its external forms, but in its spiritual content.

–Constantin Stanislavsky

1.1 The difference between humans and art is that for art, essence precedes existence.

2. Let form follow content, just as we “suit the action to the word.” Say what you must. then present it appropriately.

2.1 GWEN: Truly I wish the gods had made thee poetical.
      TZARA: I do not know what poetical is. Is it honest in word in deed? Is it a true                      thing?                                                                     Travesties, Tom Stoppard

3. Whatsoever Universal Truth might be, wheresoever it might dwell, what’s true for me can only be heard in echoes.

3.1 You cannot understand me through the book. You can only understand yourself.

3.2 You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fiber your blood.                               
Song of Myself, Walt Whitman

4. Mind Makes Meaning

5. I reject the doctrine of Alienation. It is a lie told to keep us apart (a part).

5.1 I turn from the lure of, the invitation to be, the Stranger.

5.2 Let the Interweaving Knot tie us together, for though we are different we are one.

5.2.1 I know of only one duty, and that is to love.

–Albert Camus

6. There is no writing. Only revision. I stand on the foundation of millennia of thought: true originality is an illusion.

6.1 I am so rife with allusion, I am practically T.S. Eliot.

7. This disillusion need not be disheartening. Together we are engaged in the process of refining our forms and ideas. The Narrative allows us to speak to those long gone.

8. Paradox: each of us is new, original, and individual. We have something worth saying.

8.1 TZARA: All poetry is a reshuffling of a pack of picture cards, and all poets are                        cheats. I offer you a Shakespeare sonnet, but it is no longer his. It comes                      from the wellspring where my atoms are uniquely organized, and my                          signature is written in the hand of chance.     

Travesties, Tom Stoppard

9. To Thine Own Self Be True: on Existential Authenticity – it is the prerogative of deeply reflective persons to sometimes change their minds.

10: Break rules when justified: civilly disobey those little-minded hobgoblins.

11. #YOLO, so keep your eyes open. Call it like you see it. Leave this place better than you found it.

11.1 Be excellent to each other. And party on, dude.

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure