Thursday, April 28, 2011

In the Interim

I've been off in my own world, taking a bit of blogging break. I've been periodically working on my book (!!!!) and also just taking a breather.

I've been on a poetry kick lately. Rilke. Dickinson. Oliver. One of my new favorite finds: Dean Rader (you can visit his blog here.) I learned that one of my high school friends married a writer. Then I learned he was a poet. I bought his book, Works & Days. So. Good. (Side note: he was the Winner of the 2010 T.S. Eliot Prize.)

So, while I'm on my little hiatus, I give you one of my favorite Dean Rader poems:

The universe (which others call the Library) - Borges
by Dean Rader (Works & Days)

He hated tomatoes
And was afraid

Of the noises in the
Desert at dusk.

At times, the numbers
Thumped across the brain

Like horses or bad sentences.
Just a second of peace,

He would say to himself.
A moment

To see images, music, colors.
The calculus of the visible.


What does it mean to see light
And think of a poem?

To see numbers
And arrive at heaven?

To look at stars
And picture a river?

What does it mean to know time
The way one knows a language?

To say that centuries or seconds
Are the letter t in a poem of infinite metaphors?


If you divide the present by the past
You arrive at perception.

If you see light as wave,
Your hear the word silence.

If you see light as particle,
You hear the word wind.

Is the opposite
Of darkness, darkness?


Einstein thinks:
I know that what we are,

We have become, and what
We have become we turn

To shadow, and what the shadow
Touches, the present forgets.

Memory is the shadow of the present
Stretching backward

Forming the equation
To prove Borges was right:

God is a book.

The translator: me.
The language: desire.


S said...

Wow, this is great. Thanks for sharing.
Good luck on that book. I'm cookin' one up too.

Lindsey said...

Lovely - thank you!

Dean Rader said...

Thanks, Denise. Love the blog.

Jo@Mylestones said...

Wow, love this. Thanks for sharing. As for working on the book, I won't hold my applause until the end. Clapping loud from Ohio. :-)

Anonymous said...

Writing your book. That deserves a resounding !!!.

See you soon!

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous. Thank you for sharing his words.