November 2014, Issue #1
Seeing in the Dark

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 Editorial

I. Living By Dream

Miriam Greenspan

Dreamkeeper
Seeing in the Dark

Deena Metzger

Living By Dream

Susan Bradley

Dream Dogs 1 and 2

Patricia Reis

Over the Edge

Cynthia Travis

Accounts

Maia

Naming

Sara Wright

Angels: After the Maine Bear Referendum

Marilyn DuHamel

Call and Response with An Irish Brogue

Susan Cerulean

Holding Sacred Posture

Kristin Flyntz

Grieving with the Elephants

II. Towards a Resurrected
    Knowing

Sonja Swift

Good Morning, (End of the) World: Notes toward a Resurrected Knowing

Jan Clausen

Veiled Spill #11, #12, #13

Cynthia Travis

The Original World

Maia

Letter from Demeter

Susan Bradley

Honeycombed
Hexagons with Packets

Kate Miller

Bearing the News: Wolf Hunt Revived in Minnesota

Sharon Rodgers Simone

A Parliament of Ravens

Marilyn DuHamel

Broken Open

Margo Berdeshevsky

Door
In the Falling of Late Fire Days
And Our Hands
L’Amour n’est pas mort

Sara Wright

My Yellow Spotted Lady

Regina O’Melveny

Corydalidae cornutus

Dyana Basist

What the Aspen Revealed

Harriet Ellenberger

Desire Spoken under a Night Sky

Moe Clark

nitâhkôtan

Jan Clausen

Veiled Spill # 11

How can one see all the ants on the planet
when one is wearing the blinders of narrative?--Janet Malcolm

1. Months without ants.
Then--ants!

2. The great burdock leaves
in the many days' rain

3. The artificial trickle
of my neighbor's water feature

4. You mow the grass, New England, so neatly between graves
but let the headstones lean

5. Larvatus prodeo: Nice work if you can get it.
("I advance, pointing to my mask")

6. I would like
lifting now

7. But I withdraw,
pointing to my corset

8. Or retreat into form: the thing that is experienced by the novice
as a sacrifice of possibilities

9. I'm wearing the mask of a man
and a veil to boot

10. The bearer of ambition,
I flicker in the shade

11. Went out on a limb ("America") with people
who think it's normal to be a family

12. Where sea lions loll, amusingly hauled out
on navigation aids

13. Where silky sisters draw their shining houses
around their shoulders, shawl-like

14. Remember whalebone stays?
Pantyhose?

15. COLOQUE TODOS LOS ABRIGOS, CHAQUETAS, Y BLAZERS
EN LOS CONTENEDORES TSA

16. "Another opt out, gimme
a female assist--"

17. Think not that I am come
to send peace on earth:

18. Here I am,
getting patted down again

19. I'd found a way to be a woman,
wound in language like graveclothes

20. I came not to send
peace, but a sword

21. Remember pigeon guillemots? Their rosy extremities
and madcap mating habits?

22. I teach decomposition
and flicker over here

23. I would like
I would not like

24. Redshift of
galloping extinctions

25. Mortality
squared

26. Everyone looks
familiar and strange

27. How can one bear
the blinders of narrative

28. When what is veined
is spilling everywhere?

Veiled Spill #12

Praise Her from Whom mixed blessings spill,
Old Mom we're doing our best to kill.
Praise hanging tough, no matter how.
Praise Earth Below. No lifting now.

Veiled Spill #13

Veiled like blood
and spilling like a face--

]Procedures
]Prophecies

(Why do these long
moist worms insist
on humping fragile
tissue over wastes
of baked concrete?)

(Why do
these men subsist
on deadening?)

"This Parliament has been gelded--
to its shame."
or

"CITY STREWN WITH PERVERTS" (Metro News)

PERSISTENT
VIOLENT
FELON

<Human><Race>


oardoroarduous

(dastard)

U mon
raze


[humming
rates]
Yeah
men raves

hew
moan
raze

yew
men
raids

woe
moon
rays

hue
mend
raiz

]a certain [de] rangement of--




we're looking at
el nido de hominid



oarboroarduousuterusofall



Scientists have long known that manmade, underwater noises--from engines, sonars, weapons testing, and such industrial tools as air guns used in oil and gas exploration--are deafening whales and other sea mammals. The Navy estimates that loud booms from just its underwater listening devices, mainly sonar, result in temporary or permanent hearing loss for more than a quarter-million sea creatures every year, a number that is rising.


Perhaps it ends like this:
ferocity

Perhaps it ends like this:
felicity

perhaps
it wends

in arch
extravagance
of branching storylines
that, though they split
the seams of telling, never touch
the feral sumlessness of things


Perhaps it lurches on awail
till entropy puts paid

to pale muddle of upshot
brutal rattle of sequelae

Perhaps it natters
fecklesslyalong the monogrid


The theory is that the mammals seek to escape the roar of the deep, rush toward the surface and in some cases end up stranding themselves.


Perhaps it rends
by accident

what permeatesascends
with all
disaster-faced

alacrity
through slime-rapt seas
redundancies
of regnant

jellyfish

perhaps it ends
some way
although I sing

onlyandever

(once):

continuing

]wildaberrant
]grandungainly
]sundrysqualid

]nothingsparing

going

going

on

Notes:

Veiled Spill #11

Larvatus prodeo: According to Roland Barthes, the Latin motto of Descartes. See Susan Sontag, Ed., A Barthes Reader, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1982, p. 52, excerpt from Writing Degree Zero: "The Whole of Literature can declare Larvatus prodeo, As I walk forward, I point out my mask. Whether we deal with the inhuman experience of the poet, who accepts the most momentous of all breaks, that from the language of society, or with the plausible untruth of the novelist, sincerity here feels a need for the signs of falsehood, and for conspicuous falsehood to last and to be consumed."

"Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword." Matthew 10:34.

Veiled Spill #13

Passage beginning "Scientists have long known..." is excerpted from "Learning to Cope with Underwater Din" by William J. Broad, The New York Times, July 17, 2012, p. D1.

Notes for Veiled Spill: A Sequence:

The exploratory writing project that became Veiled Spill: A Sequence originated in 2010. While visiting Spain for the first time, I noticed that the news from home was all Spill, Spill, Spill in the wake of the Deepwater Horizon disaster; meanwhile, the European press was full of Veil, Veil, Veil, given legislative efforts in both France and Spain to ban the niqab, the full face covering worn by some Muslim women. Inundated with spilling thoughts about my own sense of secular, “Western” gender as a veil, and confronted yet again with the realization that far too much remains veiled about the agendas and derelictions of corporations like BP, I realized that the tropes of Veiling and Spilling were rich enough to support extended investigation. Worked from various angles, they’ve offered a series of portals into a wide field within which I’ve made it my business to track the spiraling return of certain key preoccupations: the abiding ironies of gender, the conundrum of our complicity in state terror, the persistence of religious questions in the absence of gods, the brooding presence of uncontrollable technologies, and the desperate freedom of art at a time when conventional forms of social action seem powerless to avert the implosion of our species and the wreck of the biosphere.

The intricacy and urgency of this material have inspired me to let formal possibilities run amok. The text bridges poetry and prose, lyric and documentary, sampling and improvisation, verse that occurs in couplets or conventional-looking stanzas and impertinent word-bursts. I have been drawn by the opportunities that such formal flexibility affords to improvise alongside the characteristic perils and beauties of “our” (understood in local and global senses) passage through this time in planetary history.

The shape of the manuscript—indeed, the fact that what I was writing would even become a book—took a while to become clear. For instance, I had no idea at the outset that paraphrase and quotation would become so important (e.g. the riff on an old Protestant hymn, the Doxology, in Veiled Spill #12), or that the veil/spill pairing would resonate uncannily with several large events that took place well after the Gulf oil spill (such as the Fukushima nuclear disaster, which became the subject of Veiled Spill #6). Late in the process, I realized that an obsessive, sprawling litany I had begun about four years previously needed to come in as part of my attempt to speak to/about “the feral sumlessness of things”; this eventually became Veiled Spill #14.

I realize there is a huge tension between the topical specificity of many of the references and the effort to grasp a possible post-human beyond—and this may pose a challenge for the work’s reception, especially when some of the events referenced are no longer so immediate—yet I find that this tension meshes nicely with the tension between tight and open forms, or between looking at the very local and specific (“ants”) and the global (“all the ants on the planet,” in Janet Malcolm’s wonderful formula from the epigraph to Veiled Spill #11).

Concurrently with the composition of Veiled Spill, I have embarked on an ambitious prose book that reflects on a question intimately connected to the concerns of my poetry: “Who are we, the beings who live with the thought that the manner of our living may be closing off the possibility of future life, yet who strive to keep that thought from erupting into the realm of conscious action?” My initial working title for that project was Late Word: Imagination in the Present Crisis; more recently I’ve decided to call it On Going On: Under the Sign of Species Suicide.

Jan Clausen - Photo credit Joanna Eldredge Morrissey Jan Clausen's most recent poetry title, Veiled Spill: A Sequence, has just been issued by GenPop Books. Her publications include five earlier volumes of poetry; the memoir Apples and Oranges: My Journey Through Sexual Identity (Houghton Mifflin); and the novels Sinking, Stealing and The Prosperine Papers (Crossing Press [U.S.] and The Women's Press, Ltd. [U.K.]). Her short fiction and poems have appeared widely in journals and anthologies such as AGNI, Another Chicago Magazine, Bloom, Drunken Boat, Fence, Hanging Loose, Hotel Amerika, H.O.W. Journal, Kenyon Review, the Library of America volume Poems from the Women’s Movement, Obsession: Sestinas for the 21st Century, Ploughshares, and Tarpaulin Sky. Book reviews and literary journalism appear in Boston Review, Ms., The Nation, Poets and Writers, and The Women’s Review of Books. From 1989 to 2010, Clausen taught writing at Eugene Lang College, the New School (New York City). The recipient of fellowships from the NEA and the New York Foundation for the Arts, she currently teaches in the Goddard College MFA in Writing Program and at New York University.
Photo credit: Joanna Eldredge Morrissey


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