25 November 2021

Robert Bly, in gratitude

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap. - Novalis, translated by Charles E Passage

So opens News of the Universe: Poems of Twofold Consciousness. This anthology, chosen and introduced by Robert Bly and published by Sierra Club Books in 1980, was re-issued in 1995. 

Bly concludes the preface to the re-issue: 

If we do love spiritual intellect and the soul of the world, we need to resist the forces that want to dishonor Nature. The consciousness of Nature now is more generous than ours.

NPR: Poet Robert Bly dies at 94

Stone, Petroglyphics, Northern Great Basin
Photo Douglas Beauchamp 


13 November 2021

By 2100

Was it that—a sense and beyond intelligence?
Could the future rest on a sense and be beyond
Intelligence?
On what does the present rest?
-Wallace Stevens, 1947

The distress is mine.

As to our troops returning, I have no news—

news to report if I got wind of it—

nor have I public business to propose;

only my need, and the trouble of my house—

The troubles.

-Homer, The Odyssey

… in the clear noon light
now as then
our eyes may rest
the primal world is still
only the sun burns
and the expanding moment

we know those ancient watchers
beneath the hill
-Frances Horovitz, 1970

As global heating oscillates, one signal among many of the accelerating bio-collapse, imagine: By 2100. Or, ease into it, By 2030?  By 2050? Or, Bye and bye in 2100…
Imagine: On what does the present rest?

CODA
The sea doesn't change as the earth changes;
It doesn't lie.
You ask the sea, what can you promise me
And it speaks the truth; it says erasure.
-Louise Glück, 2009

Tule Lake/Lava Beds photos Douglas Beauchamp 21st c. Click to enlarge

NOTES

-Wallace Stevens,from the poem The Pure Good of Theory, in Transport of Summer, 1947.

-Homer. The Odyssey, from Book II A Hero’s Son Awakens. trans. Robert Fitzgerald

(Homer tells when Telémakhos entered into the room, the grey-eyed “Athena lavished on him a sunlit grace that held the eye of the multitude.”)

-Frances Horovitz, from the poem Dunskeig (Hill of the Fort), in The High Tower, 1970 (and Collected Poems, 1985, Bloodaxe Books UK)

-Louise Glück. from the poem March, in A village life, 2009.