What a great little cluster of words: "All of a sudden." From the latin "subre": to approach stealthily. You're zoned out, loping along merrily, and bam! all of sudden:
You realize that somehow you've become the person you've been waiting to become. And it feels eerie - it feels like all things feel when they are actual, when they have found a niche in the room of place and time . With its own skin, withs its own corners, with the detail that cg artists vainly stetch their digital pens out toward, and artificial-intelligence engineers only dream about.
No, not perfect, no Ideal Man, Renaissance Man, the Third Adam, now complete with goodness, truth, and beauty.
I mean, come full circle on Dantes dark downhill road. I mean, being circumsized of ones intellectual dependence on certainty - as distinct from an intellectual giving up of it. I mean clambering up the river Lethe on the otherside of the world, and feeling strangely unlike any superhero. Have you felt how Dante felt when he first arrived to Purgatory? Oh, dang, so, I'm not in Heaven? My my, what a steep and pretty hill...
I mean, realizing you are not a child. Realizing you have a mind; one that has been given over first by a gift to you, then by faith, then by sword. Am I afraid to call out to the creator in the world of ones and zeros? No, I am not. Great God of the red-wing blackbird, and the peacock, and the black bugs that kept sticking to our shirts as we walked today: here I am. I am myself.
Push me across the fields of flax and corn
but push me equally
push me up and over the blue hills, into the break of morning
let me roll down the slopes, pick up speed
but do not let one part lead, of me, and one part follow
do not let all my pushing be hollow
but push me in such a way that I gather earth
about my shoulders, thick and even, time and girth
and then when I roll down into the city
and then when I roll down to the sea
smacking roadsigns with solidified speed
hitting that pier and launching out over lashing green
I will have meaning, and I will have me.
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I was going through all my old poetry and the stuff from and since our workshop, and I found a copy of the poem you just posted. What good memories. What great poem.
My favorite phrase recently has been "And this is all there is" and any monosyllabic iamb variation of it. So definite, somber, existential...First read in Sarah William's poetry.
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