Quintet in a Minor Key Near the End of Time
by Gary Hardaway
Gravity as Destiny
The one thing I believe in is collapse.
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse.
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling
is something that comes quite naturally
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
in the oven you planned to serve
to hurrahs at your dinner party.
The bones curve inward as you age. The vigor
goes out of you. Get used to it. Embrace it. It is your destiny.
Subsistence Culture
Hunt and gather. Hunt and gather.
Keep the numbers small and close.
Don't defile the land with tractors
and Roundup. Don't defile the air
with burnt offerings of coal and oil.
Defy the impulse to grow beyond
your means and the means of the
place where you lie at night.
Subsist. Never exploit for goals
abstract and meaningless when
the meaning is the smile of faces
gathered in a meal around the fire.
Contingencies
There is no understanding
only a striving against odds
to understand. Despite
whatever faith you have,
understanding is provisional,
contingent upon attention
and the strength of knowing
how little can be known
by two selective eyes, two
imperfect ears, and nerve ends
that still feel the missing limb.
Flavors and odors confuse
and fail with a head-cold
or fever. Trust nothing
but trial and error and a
blind faith in perseverance.
Trudge on, citizen. Surely
knowledge you can trust
for the ever diminishing
span of your life
will show itself.
Clanging on the Bars of the Cage
Will language ever stretch
to let us see and know
particle and wave
in simultaneity?
Will we always stick ourselves
in either this or that
rather than this, that,
and the other?
The cage of pattern is strong.
Fluidity evades me once again.
Sunday Service
How like sermons certain poems are
but empty of the pointed sticks
of sanctimony. They focus instead
on the wonder and terror of the world
in words stolen from the ordinary
for the work of awe and trembling.
How they all beat the small drum
of the word within the world
compelled to speak its way into being.
Five succinct meditations on the consistency of the limits that face us, and good choices of themes.
I particularly liked "Subsistence Culture".
Thank you, Gary.
Thank you, Edward.
Thank you, Erika.
Oh, my! About collapsed myself at "Gravity as Destiny." Could feel "[My] bones curve inward" with age. Cheered by "Contingencies," too. All good stuff, Gary--evocative, as usual.
Thank you, Ed.
"There is no understanding
only a striving against odds
to understand"
I love these words and all the ones that surround them *
No garbage left from this food for thought. This one is especially nutritious: " Trust nothing
but trial and error and a blind faith in perseverance."
Thank you, Matt.
yes yes *
Thank you, Gary.
"The one thing I believe in is collapse."
OK, I'm hooked.
"Trudge on, citizen"!
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Thank you, Bill.
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Gorgeous stuff, 'specially "Fluidity evades me once again." Feel that one like a fuckton of bricks.
Thank you, Misti.
Thank you, James.
Splendid poems. "Sunday Service" particularly speaks to me. *
Tank you, Beate.