Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Toward imaginary midnight



Eleven Fifty-Five

They moved the clock today,
the terrible hands of metaphor

inching toward imaginary
midnight when the world

will not go dark, but instead
flash candling in critical mass

and everyone witness unto the end
of their eyes, enlightenment blooming

like hooped skirts of muscaria, smoke
suffusing the flameborne horizon

as blessed matter descends
like cold wisdom in heavy water.

They moved the clock today. Forward,
with five minutes remaining until

the last question ascends
perfectly unanswered.

Joseph Gallo
January 17, 2007

6 Comments:

Blogger billie parried...

Good grief, what a poem!

I love "enlightenment blooming like hooped skirts of muscaria."

Really, though, ALL of it.

billie

January 20, 2007 9:08 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

One might wonder if the use of such crafted descriptions might instead lessen the impact of the lethal subject matter, unwittingly beautifying it. I don't know.

I trust that in your liking of the poem you are as equally outraged about the global circumstances that have inched us closer toward oblivion. This is what I've tried to express. It feels like far too little. Perhaps because it is.

Thank you for your comment, nonetheless, Billie, for saying so.

January 20, 2007 6:30 PM  
Blogger billie parried...

I don't know - I tend less and less to get outraged about anything. To some degree I have come to believe that most of the reason we are "here" is to experience what we create.

Both in the daily sense and the bigger sense.

There is, for me, something quite beautiful about the idea of oblivion. So I don't find your descriptions discordant in any way.

Anyway. :)

billie

January 21, 2007 7:30 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Well, I certainly hope we don't have to experience engineered oblivion. Beautiful oblivion in the natural world such as supernovae and asteroid collisions are one thing, but the willful creation and deployment of such abominable weapons as would create this kind of experience is something else entirely. I cannot help but be outraged at the depths of such an impending and dark enterprise. But I fully understand your point and I appreciate the dialogue.

Think astrally, act globally. ;-)

January 21, 2007 1:45 PM  
Blogger billie parried...

I am in the mode of thinking in the moment and acting astrally, or at least that's what it feels like... :)

I don't like the destruction either.

I'm glad you're writing and sharing - I think it has effect.

billie

January 21, 2007 2:42 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Let's hold hands on this blue merry-go-round and try not to fly off as it spins and wobbles through the infinitude of both the cosmos and the incalculable void that exists within the nefarious regions of the human mind. ;-)

January 21, 2007 3:29 PM  

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