In memoriam for Dave King
‘I am writing a novel
in which no one speaks . . .
every one of my characters
moves like a shadow . . .
As of now, chapters ten,
and to a lesser extent,
maybe, eleven,
seem quite unpenable.’
written by Dave King, excerpts
from WAR AND PEACEfulness
I. Alasdair MacIntyre and Isaiah Berlin will engage in a civilized debate of moral philosophy and value pluralism in the divinely lit library of the hereafter
while it seems improbable
that the two will ever
arrive at the Answer,
hidden within the firestick,
their agreeable natures
ensure a kind exchange
and mutual respect
(as ours did)
II. Postmodern experimentalism encounters a fine intellect and a dashing wit
not only did he meet the bar
he vaulted it rather spryly
III. Anything can happen
unfortunately, it often does
cancerously and suddenly
IV. Stendal, Joyce, Hypatia, Riker, and Woolf toast his life by writing an eternity of allusions
words are like magic,
scintilla, igniting the soul’s spark
Plato’s divine spark longing
to unite with ever more
transcendent forms of beauty
Hypatia approaches the door
only those who’ve transitioned
may enter, opening a gateway,
releasing the fiery cries of seraphs
(I will meet you in the liminal
threshold between your faith
and my fractured metaphysics)
her radical eye encounters his pneuma
perhaps a whisper of which
will live a little here in the poem
as an act of remembrance
V. The consummate performance artist mourns the poet
you walked alongside us
desiring a dream of arctic skies
and ice floes captured in verse
now silk enrobed traces of your artistry
float by, a music, ever passing
as your gentle voice is lost to the wind
“III. Anything can happen
unfortunately, it often does
cancerously and suddenly”
So very true…and in Dave’s case, it did. Whenever I am in a doctor’s office waiting for the result of some test, I ask myself, “Will this be the time I receive a bad diagnosis?” We never know; and your words made me reflect again on the fragility of life.
Such a clever idea, Anna–the toast of all these brilliant minds to Dave. The well-deserved toast, I would add. And yes, he did meet the bar!
What a beautiful tribute to Dave. I like it all, and particularly:
‘not only did he meet the bar
he vaulted it rather spryly’
After your poem I miss Dave even more. Such a great summary and with a heart-breaking end…
I did not know the man, but you have not only done him a justice but a kindness to whom ever he was. >KB
oh wow anna…what a beautiful tribute to a man with such a fine character… love it..
this is the story isnt it….cancerous and suddenly….i think dave knew and he tried to prepare us but disarm concern at the same time….his gentle voice lost in the wind…you def celebrated him and the journey he was on i love his poem of his wife as well…smiles…
“cancerously and suddenly…” Wow!
Oh!! Your transcendent imagination! You create the world of “there” – a land of light and enlightenment, a place where wit, argument, and critical thought continues to excite and expand, a world for the mind to hope to stretch toward. Yes, Dave should dwell in such a place! I bow to you, dear Anna.
A fine tribute, indeed.
Beautiful tribute…especially loved this: (I will meet you in the liminal
threshold between your faith
and my fractured metaphysics)
I love that you started with his words & gave a fine tribute to him ~ That last verse specially touched my heart ~ Thank you ~
I am with Grace – the last verse … brought tears. Marvellous write and tribute.
I am deeply touched by your tribute to Dave. I sure wish I would have known him and his work.
brilliant, Anna, this, and the whole:
perhaps a whisper of which
will live a little here in the poem
~
Lovely–we may all approach poetry, art, life, a little differently; but true friendship makes our different styles blend into a marvelous symphony. Very well done.
Gorgeous. You’ve caught his spirit well, methinks, and the thought of all those minds paying tribute to him is wonderful (he deserves it). Splendid work. Thank you.
You are ever creative and learned. And you picked a wonderful post from Dave. Thanks. k.
not only did he meet the bar
he vaulted it rather spryly
I adore that and can see Dave smiling as he reads those words……I also love the tenderness in “your gentle voice lost to the wind”.