To the Wallace Stevens of
art
Where is the Life we have
lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the
knowledge we have lost in information? T.S.Eliot.
.
There he cuts the perception
of all syntax.
When does the line
end? He peers around
the beginning of the
ascension to seek what is
behind – for curiosity and
criminality.
Here the laws grow
contorted, wild, and unkempt -
And lay aside as an
exhausted dog against
the heatless fire – while
one dimension is just
As Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern’s flicking the
coin into improbability –
down and round as
the profile spins into the
next dimension and
next up the ladder to the
infinitive dimension.
To the other-side of which
Stevens knew
and knew you had to see, as
the finger that
touches the moon and draws
round the face
to see what’s there on the
dark side. Before this
Mr Stevens of the Artistic
must alter this world.
- Jonathan Beale 2016
Jonathan
Beale has 500 poems published in journals such as The Screech Owl, Danse
Macabre, Poetic Diversity, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl,
Deadsnakes, Pyrokinection, Ygdrasil, The Seventh Quarry, Van Gogh’s
Ear Anthology, The Curly Mind, The Beatnik Cowboy, Dali’s LoveChild, The
Jawline Review, Bluepepper, and Jellyfish Whispers.
He was
commended in Decanto’s and CafĂ© writers Poetry Competitions 2012. His work has
appeared in such books as ‘Drowning’ and ‘The Poet as Sociopath’ (Scar
publications). He is currently working on his second volume.
His first
collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of
Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil. He studied
philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
1 comment:
Had to read this poem a few times to understand it, and truthfully I'm not quite sure I've got it completely yet! Fantastically written though and the literary references were a great compliment to the poem.
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