No. 19: David Mutschlecner

No. 19: David Mutschlecner

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Mutschlecner's meditations demonstrate the mutual suffusion of metaphysics and poetics... 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... we join together as a community of readers and makers of poetry who understand, like David Mutschlecner, that our 'interconnectedness is logos itself."

— Elizabeth Robinson (introduction)


Poetic Faith (preview) joins Annie Dillard's Holy the Firm, Thomas Merton's No Man is an Island, St. John of the Cross's Spiritual Canticle of the Soul and the Bridegroom Christ, Clarice Lispecter's Agua Viva, Thomas Keating's Open Mind, Open Heart... in its prayerful concern, masterful prosody, and ecstatic vision. The work, the word—Mutschlecner's world—is refulgent with humility, the sense of pure service and integral action that stems from steadfast devotion.
 

The very notion that you are sustained at each moment by an infinite plenitude of all that is contingent means that this life that you call yours has value beyond finite conceiving; it means that every other life is subject to the same terms of wonder. This is real; this is really happening. I am here by amazing grace and marrow music. The same mind that brought you to nothingness teems with sublime community. ("Ch. 1: Meditation")

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David Mutschlecner

grew up in Bloomington, Indiana. He moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico, in his mid-twenties and attended graduate school at St. John's College, finishing with an M.A. in Liberal Arts. He has called New Mexico home for over twenty years.

 
 
At a time when so much poetry is taken up with the unreliability of perception and language, David Mutschlecner’s unabashed embrace of mystery and faith stands out.
— Mike Puican, TriQuarterly
Mutschlecner has a real gift for combining imagery, language, and thematics inherent in his subjects.
— David Peak, The Rumpus