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Kabalah, and: Wound
- Prairie Schooner
- University of Nebraska Press
- Volume 78, Number 4, Winter 2004
- pp. 97-98
- 10.1353/psg.2004.0186
- Article
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Two Poems
Marc J. Straus
Kabalah
What intrigues me now are the interstices:
bone marrow cavity, the Ausable Chasm,
the new indentation along my forearm. An analystfriend suggests it is morbid, funereal, (perhaps
I should see him officially). I think it is more
philosophical, kabalistic perhaps,in that I find the space between things,
between intention and meaning, between
the gesture and the brushstroke, more compelling.There is a painting I have in mind by Anselm Keifer,
a large gray canvas with a distressed shard of lead
on top, below which a dress with several sleevesbillows. This I believe. It is about a woman
in her mid-thirties who has suffered great deprivation,
(perhaps a child died), and who ultimately ascendsall ten stages to oneness, to holiness, each plateau
a barely perceptible ledge - in between, the vast yawn
of God's breath. [End Page 97]
Wound
My grandmother used to say
my imagination was unhealthy.
(I think of her a lot lately.)I had set up intricate games
and my rules required that
each participant choose a pieceand tell the story of its journey
from beginning to end. Mine
might take two hours.My protagonist sometimes lived
a simple life and always died
at the end. Angela comes into change the dressing.
She says it is healing nicely.
Outside a jet streams by. It isas distant as a straw blown
from a crystal glass at breakfast
on a small skiff near the equator.
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