Outside of posting on Vouched Books and periodically checking my email, I’ve managed to stay away from the Internet this summer. While avoiding an online presence has done wonders for my anxiety levels, self-esteem, and general all-round demeanor, it also has caused me, unfortunately, to miss out on a lot of wonderful poetry online.
Now that summer is coming to a close and I’m no longer transient, the nefarious Internet is grabbing me once again with it’s vicious little death claws. As a way to counteract the psychic pain that no doubt will ensue, I’ve been trying to catch up on some online reading.
One gem I stumbled upon is James Meetze’s poem “Dark Art 7,” which The Offending Adam published on 28 May 2013. The poem begins with the lines:
￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼I can say dark because I know
how light happens; every filament
burns toward its end like we do.
Even the biggest stars
their projections in the dark
are waiting to be pulled into the hat.
The entirety of this piece is a terrific meditation on art, poetry, magic, and astronomy; and, in his introductory notes, editor Andrew Wessels writes of the poem: “The magic of this language conjures a new reality rather than a new fantasy.”
If you like the poem, be sure to check out Meetze’s collection Dayglo, which won Ahsahta Press’ 2010 Sawtooth Prize. To get a better sense of what’s going on in the book, follow the hot-link to an old review I wrote at Shawn Kemp Car Wash.