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Night Sky Ocean


Another one from the '82 collection. Something I cannot account for. Feel free to parse it down to the bones.

Night Sky Ocean

It is late and after midnight in the New Moon’s light. Her light of milky gauze is nowhere to be seen. The sky blackly turns, an indigo blue, and it’s as swollen as the ocean. The stars all swim like phosphorescence in the sea and the Great Bear has already passed on her way upstream. In these inlets and salt water marshes where love grows blind, it feels as if this is where the world got spawned.

I’ve been by this river for a long time now, and I don’t think I can find my way back to the road. I heard a panther’s scream some while ago. It must have been caught on a palmetto breeze. Squatting here, as still and whetted as the marsh, I’ve been waiting through the water’s lifelines. And they’ve been breaking through the nocturnal feedings going on all around. But the tidewater’s flow is at its lowest, and the marsh’s up-from-under hunger has receded too.

I’ve given up trying to return before morning. I’ve given over to night’s water palm. I’ve been watching for hours the river and the way it opens to night sky’s ocean. Its sleeping dreams have constellated, they’ve been coming to the surface. And they’ve been the nighthags newly awakened. So eager, they’ve seemed, to fly on the stirrings of a wet wind. They’ve just risen so sinuously, so sure of their own charms. And they’ve even brought all of their long stemmed, full waisted loveliness within reach of the sycamore’s water craving limbs.

I think I would have plunged into their element before now, except for those other faces coming from the same unfeeling depths. I think it would be worth that plunge, worth a bloated eternity, if only for a single twining embrace. But those other faces have kept coming up, they’ve raised themselves to the top. And they’ve glowed like a fever sweating its way out. They are the molten faces. They’re like faces of the men who’ve sought the wild woman’s daughter. And they will not turn away. Rising from the bottom, their eyes are empty, while the water keeps boiling all around them. And they must have been stirred by the same fiery hands, their eyes having been pearl drops for the crossroad’s raven. And as they’ve come nearer to the surface their faces have taken on signs of less uncertainty. I guess they are out of their depth in the river’s colder region, being more certain of what they are on the shore. And they’re like kings, with the way they keep surveying what they cannot see. Still I wish they would go away, or find someone else who might heed their warning. I wish they would leave me to the loveliest faces I’ve ever seen.

And this must be where it all began. In these rivers of silt hiding red-black by day, in these glades of life loosened. And even now, in the New Moon’s night, in her no light at all when the month is a nighthawk flying out of the grove, you can see those girlie faces just below the black water’s rise.

Terreson


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Tere,

I read this as a shaman's piece. A new creation story. A primordial Adam having his say. I have this quote (source unknown to me now) hanging on the bulletin board above my writing desk:

"According to the traditional religions of many American Indian tribes, human beings aren't the only ones who have spirits inside them.

Animals, physical objects, and even the forces of nature are imbued with spirits as well. People can influence these spirits through the power of their beliefs. And by doing so, they can release potent* forces capable of changing the world around them."

I think the reverse is also true: these spirits can influence people and change them. How do animals know when an earthquake or tsunami is coming? They commune with these forces, don't see themselves as separate from them, unlike modern man who thinks with his head and not his body, his individual body or the greater body of nature.

Anyway, these are a few thoughts that came to me as I read this piece. Thanks for posting.

*I originally wrote poetent here. I like the spelling error/Freudian slip. emoticon

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Well, Katfriend, thanks for a third time. That is how I see the case too. In Ceremonial Time there is conversation between all of creation and the positions are equal, making for the give and take. Funny to consider just how much humans have lost in this respect by insisting on being humans first, animal, plant and mineral second.

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Hi, Tere,

This is a lovely meditation with some fine writing. I love "girlie" at the end.

The first paragraph talks about the new moon having no light, then talks about its light. Could be sharpened there.

Also, like another very good writer friend of mine, you seem to have an "And" blind spot here. I would drop all "Ands" beginning sentences. I know how it helps with flow when one is writing, and I do it too, but it's a prop that should be removed when polishing.

Otherwise, a deep and resonant mood here. Where was it published, or where would you submit it?

Take care,

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Thanks both for reading and for the compliment, Auto. I get your point about the repeated conjunction. At the time of writing, even, I was aware of the usage. But beleive it or not the usage was deliberate, since, to me at least it suggests how the brain registers perceptions associatively. This is not a justification, just an explanation of motive. Maybe I should reconsider.

The prose poem has never been published. My reasoning at the time is that I wanted that '82 collection published as a whole. I still think the collection makes for a whole greater than the sum of its parts, as the saying goes. Can't remember exactly but I think I tried to get the collection published. If I did obviously there were no takers. As for now I've so lost touch with the pub scene, or who is looking for what where, I haven't a clue to whom I would submit this piece or anything else for that matter. Thanks again.

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This piece is driving me crazy. I wish I hadn't made it. It makes so god damn personal the marshes, wetlands, tidal flats, and brackish riverine systems getting oil fouled. Trying to catch up with the new normal and I ain't there yet.

Tere
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