Seraphina cries out at dawn
voice emanates from hallowed bells
incarnating disembodied minds
A call to haloed presence
echoes: eternal glory abounds
through the broken chords of song
Jophiel weeps benevolent grace
embodies immaterial beauty
winged proclamations of joy
Celestial delight fuels their fire
igniting sparks of the divine
within each miraculous one
Here is the writer who with all his heart and soul, with his art, in anguish and travail offers nourishment – there is the reader who’ll have none of it, and if he wants, it’s only in passing, offhandedly, until the phone rings. Life’s trivia are your undoing. You are like a man who has challenged a dragon to a fight but will be yapped into a corner by a little dog. from Ferdydurke
I’m an Executive Director with a doctorate in education, a consultant, painter, photographer, composer, poet, and vocalist.
Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it… Language as a whole gives everyone the same power of becoming an absolute subject through its exercise. But gender, an element of language, works upon this ontological fact to annul it as far as women are concerned and corresponds to a constant attempt to strip them of the most precious thing for a human being – subjectivity. Gender is an ontological impossibility because it tries to accomplish the division of Being. But Being is not divided. God or Man as being are One and whole. So what is this divided Being introduced into language through gender? It is an impossible Being, it is a Being that does not exist, an ontological joke, a conceptual maneuver to wrest from women what belongs to them by right: conceiving of oneself as a total subject through the exercise of language. The result of the imposition of gender, acting as a denial at the very moment when one speaks, is to deprive women of the authority of speech, and to force them to make their entrance in a crablike way, particularizing themselves and apologizing profusely. The result is to deny them any claim to the abstract, philosophical, political discourses that give shape to the social body. Gender then must be destroyed. The possibility of its destruction is given through the very exercise of language. For each time I say ‘I’ I reorganize the world from my point of view and through abstraction I lay claim to universality. This fact holds true for every locutor.
All the things that really matter to us are impossible…Writing poetry is impossible. I don’t know how to write a poem. A poem – there has to be a part of it that is not my own will; it comes from somewhere that I don’t know. There is so much that comes out of what we don’t know and what we don’t have any control over. I think that one of the only things we can learn as we get older is a certain humility. – from Doing the Impossible
Chromapoetica
To me this rings with the grace of a carol that has that slight discord that make it so much more human.. there in the heart of humanity lies the divine of those archangels.. Always a treat to read your words Anna.
I like the idea that each of us has ‘sparks of the divine’ and thus the ability to share joy and miracles.
I think sparks of the divine are in abundance at this time of year. Nice to see you, Anna.
love the magic in this…the sparks of divine…feels like in the midldle of a song
Cool. The juxtaposition of the broken song and the perfect angels is interesting. The joy and pain here can’t be separated, and ironically they both contribute to the perfection the angels.
Admiring the celestial and joyful write ~
Hi Anna, it’s been a few years since I’ve last visited your work, you have continued to grow and flourish … “eternal glory abounds / through the broken chords of song” : Yes and yes! They are back and forward of all our creations.
Very much like this Anna, especially the close! Happy Holidays to you!!
A rich, ornate poem (even though it remains succinct) – the archangels ringing in the spirit of celebration!
A lovely poem of Archangel Lore.. and it reminds me of my favorite part of Catholic Mass when i get to sing with choirs of archangel light.. in lovely lore..:)
Happy Holidays and may nows always come your way as Happy too..:)
I always learn something new from your stunning work Anna. Have a wonderful holiday!