In Praise of Gravity
Which bestows weight
or slings me around
some other heavenly
body, a version of you
wondering whether
I’ll rise from my next
plummet, victim of
curvature and infinite
range held in place,
attractive in nature,
bent perhaps and
scarred, proud to have
survived but never wiser.
Cleansed, we continue
our orbit, our mirrored fall.
This last appeared on the blog in November 2015, and is also included in my chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.
Liking the visuals here.
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Thank you, David.
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You’re welcome, well deserved.
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It creates our own heaviness but also grounds.
“proud to have survived but never wiser”– is this to be our eternal struggle?
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It seems to define my struggle.
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Reblogged this on lois e. linkens and commented:
from robert okaji
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Thank you for reblogging!
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This offers a whole new (or, as the case may be, more ancient…) take on the theological implications of our “fallen” nature, as accounted scripture. It seems, we may have Aristotle to thank for the (relatively) modern association of “fallen” with impurity, corruption, and brokenness. The word for sinful/fallen/tragically flawed in ancient Greek, hamartia, was originally an archery term, which literally meant, “missing the mark.” If the “mark” is understood to mean eternal, heavenly ascension on the order of a god (i.e., a being not subject to the constraints of nature), then yes, by contrast, all human beings — however steep and earnest our skyward aims may be — always, necessarily “miss the mark” before our trajectories take us careening back to the ground.
I agree that our essential condition of being “bestowed with weight” by an unseen force of greatness definitely ought to be a point of pride; and I also can’t help but to wonder whether it actually was originally understood as such? Perhaps, we once celebrated our identities as entities who “fell” in accordance with the law of physics we observed to be consistent and uniform throughout the natural world? What could be more spiritually-fulfilling, more grounding and reassuring, than seeing the constancy and strength of our own connection to the earth “mirrored” for us everywhere we look with open eyes and hearts?
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Sometimes the fall seems a blessing. But it can also be painful, bruising. Both conditions balance out in my book…
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Yes, well, where would we poets be without those heaping doses of bruising?
If physics constitutes the Light of the world, then poetry is its Salt. We need to honor and represent both elements in equal measure in order to experience balance.
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Good thing that black and blue suits me. 😑
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i have had a guest who has returned a few times to my guesthouse, he specializes in rubber, he is one of those scientists we have nowadays. one time he brought a group of peers with him. we talked about science & i said i had a big problem with it. all ears they asked why. i said i didn’t agree with scientists when they explain that an equation is an exact means of describing something like, say gravity. i said that if anyone tried to explain gravity to me with an equation i’d be non the wiser to it, but if they dropped their dinner on the floor & said that is gravity, well, i’d get the idea. they for some reason thought my stupidity intensely wise. i was trying to be funny.
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Of course a dropped dinner might be a statement of another kind. 💫
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Well yes. Maybe a dropped chopstick would be less dramatic.
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I’ve been thinking about the form of your poem, Robert; that always interests me. Regular three line stanzas and short lines of equal length – you’ve clearly thought about this carefully. Most important is your use of enjambment between stanzas. We often see this in poems where it appears to be almost arbitrary or a compromise to shovel the words in without letting the lines become too long. Your use of it here is controlled and purposeful: it occurs in almost every stanza, so the reader can tell that this is no accident (I would have been tempted to deploy it at the end of the third stanza as well), and in each case it accentuates the content: the displacement of a word to the next stanza illustrates orbit, falling, survival. Congratulations!
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Thanks for noticing, John. Form and flow are often underappreciated tools in the poet’s kit. I recite as I write, and often let a phrase’s natural rhythm tell me where a line should end. Enjambment, of course, can enhance those endings, by offering space and even surprise – little turns or twists.
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So, you can even use PHYSICS in poetry?!?! And make it beautiful!! You’ve got some skills, amico!
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Physics is beautiful!
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my mind melts .
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But not your ice cream, I hope. 😀
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trust me .
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Some very nice imagery here – I like ‘mirrored fall’ especially 🙂
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Thanks, Stu. Much appreciated.
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A true master of words and visions. Bravo!!!
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You are too kind, Damien. Thank you.
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Creativity at its best. 🙂
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Thank you, Sheetal!
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I’ve read it twice. It triggered something [positive] during my second reading. Thanks for this.
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I’m so pleased it sparked something for you. Thank you.
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A great description!
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Thanks, Dwight!
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This poem keeps on getting more and more powerful every time I read it. The imagery, especially, assaults the senses.
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You have made my day. Thank you.
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This poem seems picturesque and enchanting. 🙂
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Thank you.
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I love the simplicity of it’s words and how creatively it nudges the reader!
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Its*
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Thank you, Saloni.
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🙂
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Our mirrored fall……..
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At least it seems that way.
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