Thursday, July 26, 2012
Incense and Smoke
A guest poet - there is no title:
Let me make this perfectly clear.
I have never written anything because it is a Poem.
This is a mistake you always make about me,
A dangerous mistake. I promise you
I am not writing this because it is a Poem.
You suspect this is a posture or an act
I am sorry to tell you it is not an act.
You actually think I care if this
Poem gets off the ground or not. Well
I don't care if this poem gets off the ground or not
And neither should you.
All I have ever cared about
And all you should ever care about
Is what happens when you lift your eyes from this page.
Do not think for one minute it is the Poem that matters.
It is not the Poem that matters.
You can shove the Poem.
What matters is what is out there in the large dark
and in the long light,
- Gwendolyn MacEwen, Afterworlds
Now I wish I had written that!! Way to go!!!
Gwendolyn Margaret MacEwen (1 September 1941 – 29 November 1987) was a Canadian poet and novelist. A "sophisticated, wide-ranging and thoughtful writer," she published more than 20 books in her brief life. "A sense of magic and mystery from her own interests in the Gnostics, Ancient Egypt and magic itself, and from her wonderment at life and death, makes her writing unique.... She's still regarded by most as one of the best Canadian poets." Though she was highly educated, she was also a high school dropout and self educated beyond that point. MacEwen died in 1987, at the age of 46, of health problems related to alcoholism.
Incense And Smoke
A scatter of views
All find their way to corners
Where they start new homes.
The trouble with letting go
Of them is how they part ways
Even though they come
From the same complex of light,
From still deeper sound.
I find I clasp them
As if I owned them
But they are incense and smoke.
Written November 22, 2008
First Published February 21, 2009
Blog post upgraded and MacEwan added, July 26, 2012