OUR DAILY BREAD

Our Daily Bread, Anders Zorn, 1886 watercolor National MuseumStockholm, Sweden, public domain. The artist painted his mother cooking.

ONE YEASTY DAY

Darkness bred a dark bread
abused by reason, the way our world is

left with vanishing gods; you don't suppose
this is how gods, too, are abused, left
the way they are with titans to overcome?

One thing about Mneme (at least in the Greek
poetic, experience of the divine) is

that rather significant, vertical role

they imagined she played, she a kind of edge

linking and separating irrevocably
divine & mortal hanging each immeasurably
aloof within our own dark memory

Some depth disfigurements right something,
write disfigurements into dark holes with the
blackening hole holding together in belonging
a spiraling train track “making us up” for real.
Such a crippled poetics rites one with a logos
beyond words, transfiguring & mortal in its
human incarnation; god’s body disappears
to remember this world train cars will fabricate
to trump up.

Once upon a time there was a timeless living
soul giving birth to light—such light seemed
seamlessly a word beyond words—creatrix.
Magic mused psyche-making before psyche
became a word made flesh. It still does.

Sometimes I can see through timeless, living
psyche-making and I, too, reimagine
how it keeps working opposite my own
zombie, my emptied-soul
utilitarian-eyed, cyclopian trump-train.

©2016 Give Us This Day: Our Daily Bread stephaniepope mythopoetry.com


notes1.  Regarding the trump-train/daily bread likeness as pun and what it imagines ( i.e. what it is pointing to) consider

a. a trump car is like  a trump card by which one is “taken” in
b. by way something trumped up.
c. Playing the car/card imaginally teaches one how not to a-void aka avoid the void by which one is duped. One can see it and see through it.  In one's psyche-making, one plays, too, not playing to not get played.

2. Watercolor by Anders Zorn, Our Daily Bread (1886), 68 x 102 cm, National Museum, Stockholm, Sweden. WikiArt. Image in public domain.

3. French Impressionist Andrew Zorn

NUCLEAR MYSTICISM #mythopo #poetheme

3D Animation of Salvador Dali's "Galatea of the Spheres" done in
Cinema 4D, by Kallinikou Garufalia and published May 10, 2012. Of
the animation Kallinikou notes "the video...represents nuclear codes
move with the sound that according to Pythagoras is "the music of the spheres".

ALOFT A LOVE
ALONG THE EDGE PLAYED A LINE
STOP—BE TIRED—FEED THE CARING 

… Acis, salted wound asked god

to throw himself against himself

and a broken breaker bled

Galatea shed, the nuclear

s[hell]ed

near the antidote
nurse
dispersed
in conspectu rigor
mortis—de(i)
what shell held,
dull and dead and de
picted
 
           ***

Mneme gifts us near to shore
some farther reach, some wider
vision Galatea, milk white, made

nursing a past never past
nursing a call Polyphemus in love
never heard.

She lays unshelled the edge
falling unhooked out of the mouth
…her drop, an antidote, heart-ease

as if
just like a woman falling falls
in bleached stone breakers
soothing, darkening, blood-soaked sandy
stone, life turns foamy again.

In milk-white skin she carries reflection
something like moons in water.
But like a moon in water
shows us how water sees the moon,
we’ve still not heard that voice
of something earthy that is not earthly
the way the moon sees living psychic
matters.

Which may be why, there in the sacrifice
of a god’s embodiment a
theology of Mneme is nonetheless
both long ago and immortally near
and terribly hard to decode

©2016 Terror, Titan And Watermaid
stephanie pope mythopoetry.com  #mythopo #poetheme