FLORIDA FABLE
An old woman from Dade County
tried to sew The End of the sea
with The Start of the shore --She gathered
th'biggest needles that you'd ever heard
of, and began to sew The Two
together... But th'waters withdrew,
the sands ran;
and a rather wise pelican
watching the Old Woman cried:
"Your punctuation is too wide--!
Sea sifts through
the most firmly set glue
of our schemes:
Only the shifting ( seams
knit in Nature's Mind)
hold Tomorrow to All behind,"
perching upon Th'Hush
of centuries without end
his needling but an amen
over the unheeding slosh
of Fate, until World was awash
in her faithless mend--
Then the Old Woman rented a row boat
& moved to a not-quite remote
island, where She lives even now
trying to milk a sea-cow 11
^{11} What she tries to do is set a certainty. Life has made me the dullest of dull creatures, so that implausibility does not plague me --Even my most far-fetched conceit is almost inevitably rooted in some reasonable purpose or intention, design, aim. "Imagination proposes but artistic aim disposes." My soul is fresh upon this ancient world and I won't pretend it's otherwise. I will marvel & wonder & stand in awe, and share with everyone else all the passion (for life and ideas) as if for the first time ever-- I do suspect that the casual reader will find it hard to come to terms with a great deal of my poetry because I 'like as not' to juggle mythopoesis with baroque detachment. I try to write splendidly (actually) about themes as universal as I can manage to hook on to.
[line 11] Of course, the first alternative to "the seas" that comes to mind (when one dwells upon this point) is "Meaning:" "Meaning sifts through the most firmly set glue of our plans." But then, I wanted to give the sentence the added sense that it applies more universally than merely to our mortal understand-ing (we do so much which no one even cares to understand). I used "the Seas" as an apt (even if commonplace) metaphor for "all things" (in the sense of "the seas unbounded"): The commonplace always had the place of honor in all my works --this is a poetry for and from the most common of men in every sense of the word.
The distinction between art and craft is that while craft is all it must be, art is a try at what it ought to be; otherwise we're really talking about the same thing, after all.
A blood-red cape draped casually over some mute object in rich lazy elegance haunts my memory. I don't know why (probably from an old movie).
Anyone who says he has the answer is a fool: There is no inevitable Answer. And the reason there is no ANSWER is because there is no inevitable question (not because there are no inevitable things): This is the flexibility of existence. In fact, the formulation of any question but betrays the character of the formulator.@