Christopher Bernard reviews poet Ivan Arguelles’ Ars Poetica

 

 

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Ivan Arguelles

Ivan Argüelles

 

Ecstasies in a Great Darkness

 

Ars Poetica

Poems 2006−2013

Poetry Hotel Press

320 pages, $24.95

By Ivan Argüelles

 

A review by Christopher Bernard

 

“Dazzling, brilliant, inspiring, eloquent, demanding, confusing, chaotic, flummoxing, the work of a mad genius, the work of a genius madman” are some of the things that may come to mind as one reads the work of Ivan Argüelles. And this is what one might expect of someone whose dense and difficult poetry is some of the most vital literary work by a contemporary American writer. Dark, lyrical, intense, and at its best of a deep, if at times willful brilliance, Argüelles’ writing shows little patience with the flippant ironies of the postmodernists, yet he takes the modern skepticism of any metaphysical certainty seriously and uses his work to probe some of its darker implications. His work has long been a Commedia of our nihilism.
And yet he is a natural ecstatic, which gives his writing a profound poignancy. He subscribes to a kind of maximalist Augustan modernism, seized with prophecy and the divine afflatus, though fully capable of dips into the slangy and demotic; he is, refreshingly, a master of that rarest of literary voices, the contemporary high style, a style unafraid to assert and insist, yet that, at every step, undermines its own insistence:

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Poetry from Janine Canan

Invocation

Mother Earth, it is not you

who need to be invoked—

for you are always here!

But we your human children

who today must be invoked—

who have abandoned you, forgotten

to call upon you, neglected to care for you,

failed to serve you and disregarded your needs.

Help us now to awaken and remember

our obligations to you and all Earth’s beings.

Let your spirit fill us with love, appreciation and joy

and overwhelming desire to serve you in all that we do.

May we think and speak and act as one family of one Mother

who gives life to all and when it is time, takes it away.

Guide us, Great Mother, in every decision we make,

every habit we develop, every action we undertake.

May we never forget you again, beloved Mother Earth,

beautiful and bountiful source and resting place and wonder.

BY JANINE CANAN

FROM CONSCIOUSNESS: NEW & SELECTED POEMS 1971—2014 (Regent Press, Oakland, Fall 2014)

Visit Janine Canan.com from more information.

 

Essay from Ayokunle Adeleye

YOUTHS, Save NIGERIA.

I have since heard many a youth lament about how our grandfathers
continue to ruin the country in the name of ruling it, about how the
rulers of yesteryears are yet the leaders of tomorrow, about how these
grandfathers themselves were youths when they set out but now detest
our youth and our entitlement, about how the affairs of the youth are
left for our gramps (and grannies) to ru(i)n.

I had therefore asserted that anyone older than the republic Nigeria
has no business whatsoever ruling in whatever capacity, that we, the
youth of this country, have had enough of them, that they have failed
to solve even issues that their wantonness created lest we talk of the
challenges of our time, that they have over-stayed their (stolen)
welcome being antiquated and obsolete in all their ways.

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Poetry from John Grey

 

INTO THE ROCKIES

 

Due west, as we drive,

mountains, colored mostly from the red spectrum,

rise up in a line.

I feel a little like the captain

of a charging army.

The enemy won’t shoot

until they see the whites of my eyes.

 

The land’s been so flat until now

but, ahead of us,

the world no longer adheres to that lie.

My wife turns down the radio.

It’s like she wants to be able to hear

what she’s seeing.

Even in the back seat, boredom gives way to awe.

 

“Those are the Rockies,” I proclaim.

So I’m the head of an expedition now.

Once again, my team fail to recognize their leader’s genius.

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Mind Your Own Business: Ayokunle Adeleye’s entrepreneurship column

The POTENTIAL III: Minding Your Own Business.
I have since realised that youth can be turned to advantage, that
things are easier when one is young (contrary to popular opinion and
everyday observation); that when one is young, the ‘whole world’
typically rallies around to help, advice is easier to get and
experience, to garner, and the ancient argumentum ad misericordiam
holds sway. Ironically, that is when one is interested in camaraderie,
looking-good, feeling-fly, wasteful spending; rather than in
investments, digging-deep, taking-root, securing assets (land
other/more than cars).

I had therefore urged that we break forth, start our own businesses,
but realise limits, and stay safe. But I have also seen how that is
not the reason we are where we are (poor, jobless and thronging
ourselves to death; Boko Haram joblessly working on our National
security, sovereignty, and sanity; and the Government dutifully
procrastinating, denying, and politicking), how we indeed break forth
and set limits (that we do not court save conquer), how we are easily
quietened, silenced, satiated; for we quickly lose focus, loose grip
and, in not minding our business, place it in loos.

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Poetry from Jon Wesick

Mars Needs Actresses
There again on an old movie
on late-night TV, those familiar blue eyes
and spattering of freckles across her nose!
Karen Allen, whatever happened to her?
And where did Ellen Burstyn go?
Did Roseanna Arquette vanish from her Beverly Hills home
leaving “Croatan” carved on a tree trunk?
After starring in all those DH Lawrence adaptations
did Glenda Jackson jump in a time machine
and travel to Mexico with Ambrose Bierce
or simply join Neal Cassady for a walk in the desert?
I miss Debra Winger’s funny nose and crooked eyes
as well as Margot Kidder, Molly Ringwald,
Penelope Anne Miller, and Adrienne Barbeau.
Maybe they’re cruising the Bermuda Triangle
on the Mary Celeste or sunning on a tropical beach
with Jimmy Hoffa. Maybe they took part
in a secret, government project
at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard or hijacked a plane
and parachuted over Washington state with the ransom.

Poetry from Stephen Prime

Response Ability

 

I would do anything

To trade places with that image

That I had in my head that I can’t write down

 

What I was told

What I heard

Left me speechless

And at the time words were essential

They should have been words of joy

Encouragement

Celebration

Rejuvenation. Congratulation

Friday the 13th

We were still shouting at each other when I opened the champagne

 

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