Lighthouse - Softcover

Mara-Ann, M.

 
9781891190117: Lighthouse

Inhaltsangabe

Poetry. Sentence by sentence, line by line, LIGHTHOUSE casts horizons. A possible allusion to Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse can be discerned in the sense of suspense, of preparation and promise that pervades the text, a sense of things underway. But that it is present excitement and expectation rather than some terminus out in the future that is art's (and life's?) ultimate achievement is clear from the outset. Of course, one can't think of a lighthouse without being aware of the slippage of its illumination and the concealment that surrounds what's revealed. A strange narrative -- a narrative of the strangeness of what is -- comes into view. LIGTHHOUSE is about the experience of being on the way, distance by distance. We move from part to whole and whole to part again, "the proximity unveiling a subtle inquiry."

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lighthouse
By M. Mara-Ann
Edited by Lyn Hejinian & Travis Ortiz

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Copyright © 2002 M. Mara-Ann.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 1-891190-11-3

Contents

one water rites.....................................................15 trident.........................................................22 temporal declination............................................29 tributary.......................................................33 source..........................................................37 crescent........................................................39 chance sublimation..............................................47two ................................................................57three entrance........................................................81 provident ascension.............................................88 belief..........................................................97 ubiquitous intent..............................................103 respite........................................................108 aerial dissonance..............................................115 preeminent sight...............................................127


Excerpt


  water rites


I.

it's a matter of direction

this being

at the crossroads

there was a smooth sobriety

to the quiet darkness of the night

a chill felt, but not the panic

from before

there's really nothing you can do

about the rain

especially when you love it so

and wouldn't wish it gone

but the regular rhythm of that drip

resonating in my head

pounding like a sledge

through my eyes

demanding the moment

to stretch singularly long

consuming me in this stillness

between discomfort and denial

in a coolness that is space

in an aloneness that is seen

focused and inescapable

in the attic

below the stars

next to the fire

just above the water.



II.

the energy had quite obviously dropped

I lasted as long as I needed

floating beneath the droplets

in retrospect, I should have taken a blade of bamboo

but then the taking did not exist

the desire to go can be surprising

where the want to remain is intended

there's nothing in the nakedness to remind you

and th e freedom doesn't feel as exhilarating as anticipated

  but instead a sense of return

like the time when you gav e up paddling

  surrendering to float

the buoyancy is natural

with each inhalation the chest rises

in exhalation returns.



III.

an imagined delight

sitting on the porch in the rain

alone

at night

aside from a cat

most everyone had gone

last time there were raccoons

mothers with young babies trailing behind

both wearing the thief's mask of the night

this time the fat c at looked like a raccoon without the modesty of a mask

  she sat with me and we watched the rain

a man with long blond hair and a beard walked through the distance without  noticing

  the cold slid down my throat

the rain rushed down the eave

upon the gravel, it sna ked through paths of least resistance

  I was witness.



IV.

the logical mind c an explain it as a matter of timing and patterns

  but congestion is the metaphor

the physical manifestation of the difficulty

and the unavoidable process of the process of leaving

inch by inch, there's no fast way

the situation compounded by the presence of water

a looming deadline is insignifi cant when the prohibiting forces are omnipresent

  the only way is to accept the limit

to find the compromise

it must have been luck

sneaking so vulnerably through the night

having broken free of the dense pressure

flying fast

carefully.



V.

quick thinking, instinct, and flexibility

are the best tools in a pinch

a gas station without a telephone?

at least one can depend upon the largest of monoliths

someone like me sounded surprised and concerned

knowing exactly the number of minutes

of course, children in shee p's clothing always think they know better

  though I almost missed the door just as I remembered

passing through the threshold

now winding through an almost memorable mystery

fantastic scene unfolding before my eyes

the stilln ess of the leaves and twigs strewn across the...

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