Out of mouths came a hole in the map and many songs were sung in hope that they could mend it. The songs were sung slowly, the flags and the old gray banners were still. The bricks were stained. The streets led off into the distance. A woman went by herself to the statue near the sea and knelt as she silently prayed to the silence.
The dark man of the Delta lives in a marsh on Hwy 64 He stares, threadbare At drivers of cars that pass him by The pines whisper secrets of forgotten time When the Mississippi rolls hot and red at the beckon of moon tide This is where America bleeds
Morning Rites is a great-hearted new collection of verse by pioneer of contemplative poetics, Reed Bye. Here, the poet catches the world mid-whirl by formally accepting the most disparate details of human life—“hoodies and whitewash, google, Shakespeare and cigarettes”—as expressions of consciousness, the inborn song-and-dance of ourselves.
“[Reed Bye] explores the poetics of love, of bureaucracy, the mundane and the profound, and peels back with the realization that there is no space between the two, there is no spectrum; they are one." (Sally Seck) “Sometimes incantatory, often humorous, and always surprising,” Bye’s poetry is an exercise in communion, showing us a way through language into sheer living. (Maureen Seaton)
Poetic Faith is a singular study of timeless themes in the poet's practice. With disarming clarity and compassion, Mutschlecner celebrates our “radical contingency,” the “active mystery of what most vitally informs the world.” Gazing with the author through the lens of theopoetics, we see poetry shine a radiant and forgiving light into theology, cleansing it of dogmatism while nurturing inclusivity.
"These terse essays fearlessly take on the most daunting subjects: beauty, signification, revelation, presence, relationship. His inquiries transpire inside the clearest language and progress with a guileless, un-ironic depth of care and commitment.… Suddenly, the reader finds herself in the midst of a universe that peels back its skin to reveal its living core.” (Elizabeth Robinson)
When the philosopher Proclus died in 485 he was succeeded, as the leader of Athenian Neoplatonism, by Marinus; but the greatest of Proclus’ pupils, according to Damascius who knew the pupil but not the teacher, was Isidore. Damascius thought that all the wisdom of Athena dwelled in Isidore’s eyes which were “an unimaginably harmonious combination of opposites,” “the true images” of the philosopher’s soul or rather of “the divine emanation dwelling therein.” Isidore was eccentric…
He crosses a red field, a red field because the sheep are bleeding, because there are roses there. He fills his basket with rosehips. He peels apart rosehips. He enters the croft. He takes down the black pot and sets rosehips to boil. The croft smells like blood and mushrooms...
The word “genius” comes, etymologically, from the Latin for “to beget,” and was originally a word that meant “tutelary spirit attendant on a person.” In Poetic Faith, David Mutschlecner becomes our genius, a tutelary spirit that guides us into the plenitude of poetry. David Mutschlecner’s meditations demonstrate the mutual suffusion of metaphysics and poetics. His terse essays fearlessly take on the most daunting subjects: beauty, signification, revelation, presence, relationship...
November 2015: Jack Collom (1931 - 2017) presents his work from The Lune—and guides us all into the joyous collaborative heart of poetry—at Innisfree Poetry Bookstore and Café. Here is the second video by Joshua Koerner in a two-part series covering the event. Thanks, as ever, to the Innisfree Community. Jack: We miss and love you.