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Though my moorings were / loosened, I praise the fearless

patience of the fisherman / in a gone time.

 

 

Naked in the Outer Darkness

 By Rudolph Lewis

The crow cawing in the distant

pine had stolen his last kernel

when diggers lowered his casket

four feet into the vault's miry clay.

The world of Jerusalem wasn’t wide

enough to hold his spirit. Decades

now this holy space still holds

the bones of my father; the skull

that grins at the devil’s

apple under a Virginia moon.

 

Brown leaves scurry in wind

above his tombstone. My moorings

were loosened. yet I praise the fearless

patience of the fisherman

in a gone time. Storms

come & go. The aches remain.

The spirit blackened with years.

 

I went away in rebellion

my heart wrestled like Jacob

with duty & innocence, floor-walking nights.

Belief bled with anguish & danced

as an eyewitness wiped away the tears.

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Responses

I am deeply moved, Rudy. Jeannette

A very moving poem that is more meaningful to me because I know something about your father, your relationship with him, and the sacred ground of Jerusalem.  And yet contemporary critics say that it's only the text that matters, and not the con-text in which the work is created.  Bullshit!  Miriam

of course, the poem has much to do with the Etheridge in your Homespun Images, and his poems of life and death--the personal. So the context here is also texts (poems) and conversations with you (more text). So what we have here is not just one text but numerous texts combined in a creative way. I lifted language from a number of sources, including your words. I combined, recombined, revised, etc. until it seemed to make sense. Did I also have the personal in mind? Of course. As I am learning to write poems the creative process, I find, is a very complex one that is difficult to get one's arms around. Thanks for your kind words – Rudy

Yes, I picked up the intertextual resonances in "this holy space," "the bones of my father," and "eyewitness."  It's interesting to see how your creative process works--quite amazing.  --Miriam

Very good Rudy.

If you are not prepared yet to collect your poems in a hard-cover edition, you ought, at least to collect them all in one electronic site. I should like to see you arrange them chronologically  -- Wilson

Excellent imagery, though I disagree with some of your line breaks. – Kam

Rudy, I find your work quite beautiful and profound. I love it. Last weekend I spent the day at a bookstore in Tenack, NJ hearing Yusef K. read. Had dinner with him after the reading and exchanged memories and talk about those heady days in New Orleans. I didn't get his phone # but there may be a way to contact him. The mention of your name brought smiles for both of us. Also, Arturo, former prof from Southern U. New Orleans is in Conn. Give me your phone # and I'll call you. My # is 973-674-4285. -- Yictove

posted 5 January 2006

 

 

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