Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Cenizas-San Juan De La Cruz-Penitencia
Stanzas Of The Soul
1. One dark night,fired with love's urgent longings-
ah, the sheer grace! -
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.
I love Lent.
Usually among experimental poets I am the only person who is Catholic. Usually I have to curb my enthusiasm for poets who dwell in spiritual anguish- John of the Cross, St Francis, Thomas Merton, Sor Juana all these poets are anguished spiritual seekers in whom darkness and anguish animate a poetic project that fills me often with wonder.
It is fitting on Ash Wednesday to talk about these type of people who poetically lived not in an ironic-hipster world we dwell in but in a world of seriousness and anguish . Often I get tired of all the irony and "I know better because I am a poetness" and I go to these men and look for darkness and depth I find this in some poets; Mark Tardi is good at anguish, so is Peter Gizzi and Jennifer Moxley too is good anguish... but there are so few.
¿Adónde te escondiste,
Amado, y me dexaste con gemido?
Como el ciervo huyste haviéndome herido; salí tras ti clamando, y eras ydo.
Pastores, los que fuerdes allá por las majadas al otero,
si por ventura vierdes aquél que yo más quiero,
decilde que adolezco,
peno y muero.
As the Lenten Fast Begins- I look for the Dark Night and listen for the stag in the woods.
Posted by Raymond Bianchi at 5:35 AM