Another Sabbath.
From the power line the end-
less mockingbird song.
Which is to say I
pick it up in the middle,
beginning and end
doubled, outpouring
of the festive kenotic
music of being.
Mockingbird
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Glosses on texts by William Desmond
Transcending what we call time.
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The poem sets the reader in motion with liturgical time, the Sabbath, though this is tempered by the quotidien note ‘another’. We are in the middle of things. THe poem moves us to the stark image of human intervention in nature, the power line. Yet as a word, ‘power line’ also may act as a kind of base-line above which others words, humans’ and birds’, rise. THe mockingbird’s song is not exactly a ring composition, something all good compositions and readings challenge in the aha moment of the kairos uplift at the end. Here we are in the middle of the mocking bird’s song. THe outpouring of the mockingbird’s song embodies the openness of song, composition, teh open whole of the composition which critiques the view of ring composition and also theories of no form but simply the flux of images. Form is open and opened adn we are in the middle. It is outpouring, as being is flowing from the infinite source.
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Wonderful reading. Spot on!
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