The man-hero is not the exceptional monster,
But he that of repetition is most master.
That master theme of his - to consider the imagination, as it shapes the "First Idea" (or ideas) by which we live, is also an unavoidable subject for me (& any poet)...
How is it that "representative persons" become part of the landscape (seascape?) within which we navigate? What is this shuttling back & forth between the verbal model, the paradigm, & the actual here-&-now?
The question of the icon or image, & how it might be interpreted...
Confess I'm not saying much here. Just trying to open a door on this thing, which seems to have its own idiom.
SHY COLOSSUS
In the events all around you
at this moment – like
that cabbage moth taking
a hike around the arugula –
there is one Event, like the breeze
cooling your sultry end-
of-summer haze. Send
to Gilead for news – release
those carrier pigeons from the rooftops!
Take a message to Garcia!
Summon our immune
militia (Firecracker Pops
& Marty King to lead the way).
None shall die in vain.
The long day wanes.
Like Max in Mexico, the monarchs play
hide-&-seek behind bronze pillars,
Lebanon cedar.
One beloved figure –
footnote painted in a corner –
shy colossus in Rhode Island
pasted with primary
color – Hurricane Mary
(Maggie to her friends) will stand
for every cyclone & dust-storm
of tears. Here’s looking
at you, kid. Bring
apples, Rosie... comfort Everyworm.
9.9.15
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