Friday, December 30, 2011
The Ghost Bridge waits hazy and immersed
At the edge of thought
Sharp rim of travel
Soft bone of jaw
Limned by nerve and muscle
Black skeleton dressed in richest brine
Of salt and gasoline
Washed in mixes of blue lilac orange rose
The cool burn of moon
Dizzying spine leading to the descent
Monday, December 26, 2011
beautiful citadel of lights,
how could I have refused you
and your spangled tiaras
was it your shyness
guiles or guises
the round smiles
lacking in your laughter
enthroned as a last chance
your heart the harp
on which we played
dollars and bones
love is less than some ideal
it is nature roaring into view
and slipping just as ravenously
out of sight
in spooling balls of cool delight
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Celebrating the Winter Solstice is part of an ancient tradition, a profound acknowledgement of nature's cycles and the importance of the return of the light.
A few years ago, I was fortunate to find an annual celebration at a local Universalist Unitarian church that is an evocative, spiritual, and symbolic gathering. Last year I went with my friend Jill, who was eight months pregnant. This year we went again, this time with her new daughter Aela.
The evening, as before, was filled with poetry, music and quiet drama. The darkened hallways were lined with LCD tea-light candles in paper bags punctured by delicate star formations, creating a quiet tone.
The night began with an hypnotic second century melody called "Hymn to the Sun," followed by "First Winter," a poem by Mark Evan Chimsky.
In the first section of the celebration, called "Knowing the Twilight," the song "Sure on This Shining Night" by Samuel Barber was followed by a hymn: "Dark of Winter" by Shelley Jackson Denman. Then a figure in a sparkling dark cloak, wearing a dark mask, entered and lit an enormous ice chalice in the center of the darkened room. The audience sat in concentric rows with four aisles. One by one, elaborately costumed and masked figures came from each direction, North, South, East and West, carrying candles which they set into the ice chalice. A musical meditation called "Orion" followed. The music was exquisite, featuring singers and live musicians playing piano, shuttle pipes, violins, a singing bowl, flute, and clarinet.
The next section, "Embracing the Dark" opened with a Rilke Poem, "On Darkness."
This translation by David Whyte is, I think, similar to what we heard:
I love you more than all the fires
that fence out the world,
for the fire makes a circle
so that no one sees you anymore.
But darkness holds it all:
the shape and the flame,
the animal and myself,
how it holds them,
all powers, all sight —
and it is possible: its great strength
is breaking into my body.
I have faith in the night."
A reading ("To Know the Dark" by Wendell Berry) was followed by "Epitaph," by Sarah Williams and Joseph Haydn, sung in voices. A silent meditation plumbed the depths of the communal reverie.
"The Light Returns" started with a reading of "The Spiral Dance" by Starhawk and a chant ("Goddess of Light") followed by "Why I Wake Early" by Mary Oliver:
"Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness."
The most dramatic part of the program was when The Sun, dressed in glittering robes of orange and yellow, bearing a goblet glowing with a candle, and wearing a golden mask, entered and, as the lights came up, danced gracefully through the room before settling on a golden throne.
The final section, "Sharing the Light," contained more readings and the entrance of The Green Man, dressed in a green mask, his arms entwined with green vines.
The gathering sang the hymn "We Are One" and after parting words about the solstice, closed with "The Solstice Carol."
This divine celebration was, once again, a potent acknowledgement of the forces of darkness and light, a sharing of the gifts of spirit and life, a way to share reflections on the past while casting forth renewed energy and hope for the coming year.
To Know The Dark
by Wendell Berry
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
“Art lies by its own artifice.” -- Ovid
He is the sculptor;
I am the bone.
The drills and the needles
Are just the beginning of the drone.
Circling and speeding
Beneath his hand,
I have no home
He does not carve into.
In inches, the day eclipses,
Sobbing its way
To the pine-encircled dusk
From which I must form
If we are at all pure
It is due to the animals we mask.
He has made me catoptrophobic
And all eyes are mirrors.
What will I be after?
Forever someone’s other.