ON MYTHOPOESES & CREATIVITY PLAYING THE OTHER................. ~Lines For David Miller
Silence as negation…as a fantasized potential, a not-yet-articulated fullness of speech…one of the key distinguishing features…the acting out of paradox.–Elleke Boehmer, Stories of Women , p.131
Where you gathered the line poetized with seem and think forgetful of being, thought that felt itself seamed again a so-ing term just how.
And where, in gathered words, the poetized whatness had nowhere-ness to it, the mythic deep, sweet scent betrayed also the eddy you never spoke to me to speak the way it did a silence like the roar of the sea in the shell of the ear.
Negate the negation and where the line gathers is left in wakened, drunken foam the wrecked poem negation by negation, wine-darkened is its d-calmed position (oh, the ghosting, dull, dead, dee composition!) rendering where I gather the line into me and where fluid gathering separates out in poetic remains my psyche's "psyche" gathering lines for her. *** And where you gathered for her, entering the work, too (enter the work from anywhere, you said) you suspended belief in things to gather this around you teach me, friend, the way you cannot bare it I will tell you, too the way I cannot share it how waxing red gathers my scar’s fading amethyst in blue a wine-darkened post-colonial skin not unlike your smithee “bloom-like” flesh still glowing of its own accord in how (an artistic interface, a signature in the para-work for sure!) or... how unbloom-like and dissed this seamless entry seems (an O! —Phersephassa’s laughless stone.)
But where, in grace and ghost, already entered and left in this word is a word eclipsed, one not quite “here” where each psyche’s poetic presence might also have come to presence (born a second time as it will have been, from the belly of the pater-matter) having played the other in a space gotten round (an in/can/dee-essence the now “embodied absence” signs.)
This poem is dedicated to Maggie Macary, Ph.D. (1954-2006)
THOUGHT TO PONDER active imagining in syllables and in conspectu mortis or the transcendant function in middle "dee"
First memories of loving come to me in a hush, and by each of them I am undone a little, while there in the each of them, the mine within me continues to hide. Undone, I grow dull like the letter "dee" hiding within the configuration of that word. And, because in this moment it is love that seems to die a little through the story inside me, I sometimes feel just like that dull "dee" hiding inside the voice of its own name. "I love you" I say to that felt silence. And then I die a little, too, just so the unone of my lovestory can live again--even if just for this little while.
Mythopoetics In Culture is a written collection of poems, essays and excerpts from essays by mythopoet, Stephanie Pope published to mythopoetry.com beginning in 2001 to the present. In 2017 mythopoetry.com brings guest blogging to its cultural mythology blog expanding its format to include poems and essays by the cultural mythologists of today.
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Teacher, essayist, poet and cultural mythologer, Stephanie has a BA in education from Walsh University and a master's degree in mythological studies from Pacifica Graduate Institute. She teaches Myth & Poetics In Personal Writing, DreamWork & Musing Life on line through mythopoetry.com. Between 2010-2012 she is editing, producing and publishing Mythopoetry Scholar Ezine vol 1-3.
Stephanie works mythopoetics on line @mythopoetry.com where she explores, traces and reveals dominant mythic images and mythemes in psyche-making at work between cosmos and culture today.
Published in numerous poetry journals including the premier issues of Literary House and A Hudson View International Stephanie's poetry receives Pushcart nominations between 2007-2010. Her first poetry volume, Like A Woman Falling, now out of print, published in 2004. Currently in the works is a book of essays and a second poetry volume, Monsters & Bugs.