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On the occasion of a friend’s departure. - the period of cosmography
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On the occasion of a friend’s departure.
In Memoriam Thomas Michael Disch

I
Here we stand then,
at this heath of searing helplessness.
No gift shall shield us here
no wit, no wisdom, faith or doctrine.
Not ours by any means,
so pale and frail, and maybe even tainted,
by prideful motivation.
Nor his, which flowed so freely,
in careless generosity, unsung.
For he has shed all attributes and all else too,
the flesh, the spirit and the bone.

II
So here we stand then,
without aid and bare
must face his cutting nakedness. We can’t
take flight in soft oblivion nor in memory;
We cannot hide from it behind the things
we had in common nor inside the rifts
that ran between us.
For it is but a shape and how could we
hide from a shape that has no substance, less
than sparrows’ footprints on the morning’s snow?
We shan’t.

III
Here will we stand then
time and again.
Even when the throb of grief has passed and it,
we know it even now, will pass,
as we grow numb from habit; Even then
we shall return to dwell upon his absence.
For now we bear a hollow on the surface,
an imprint of that shape just now discerned.
And we cannot be whole again, as little
as a shattered Grecian urn
missing a shard.
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jackfirecat From: jackfirecat Date: July 10th, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sylvan historian, who canst thou express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of Disch,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady.
What man or god is this? What tortoises?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? His wild poetry.
jackfirecat From: jackfirecat Date: July 10th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
The gob of grief hasn't passed yet
I'm still on helplessness heath
choked and looking for a tree

to spit on

Angrily.

And I didn't even know him.
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 27th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC) (Link)

A shattered Grecian urn missing a shard...

Ja, das trifft es sehr gut. Ich schrieb vor kurzem einer Freundin, es wäre wie ein Puzzle, bei dem nun ein Teil fehlt oder so verblasst ist, das man es kaum noch sehen kann... (Christopher)
dkolodji From: dkolodji Date: August 21st, 2008 11:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is a very moving memorial to a poet I will certainly miss.

I stumbled over here from your comment on jackfirecat's lovely "a quietness full
of lavender" haiku on daily haiku.

I wasn't expecting to find this and was therefore moved tenfold more.

I dropped over here to tell you about a new haiku community (fridayhaiku) where people are encouraged to post a haiku once a week on Friday.

But, I like what you've written here so if you don't mind, I'd love to add you to my friend's list.
anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: August 26th, 2008 12:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks.

Thank you very much for your comment. You are welcome to add me and I'll look at your site and fridayhaiku. It's just I've been quite busy otherwise lately.
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