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Crosspost: Orthoteny: from a work in progress: from On the Phantom Air Ship Mystery: April, 1, 2, 9, and 11
Here, the next instalment from my long poem probing the “myth of things seen in the skies,” the opening cantos from the most important section from On the Phantom Air Ship Mystery, “April,” complete with recording!
Crosspost: from Orthoteny, a work in progress: from On the Phantom Air Ship Mystery: “The Phantom Air Ship”
I share here the latest instalment over at Skunkworksblog of part of a long, work-in-progress, a poetic treatment of the “myth of things seen in the skies.” This latest post is another part of the chapbook On the Phantom Air Ship Mystery that treats a prototypical “UFO wave” avant le lettre during the years 1896/7. You can read—and hear it!—here.
Crosspost: Orthoteny: from a work in progress: from On the Phantom Air Ship Mystery, Prelude
Here’s the next instalment of the epic work-in-progress about the “myth of things seen in the skies.” This week, the Prelude to the most complete part of the project, a poetic recounting of an archetypal “UFO flap” over mainly the continental U.S. in 1896/7. You can read—and hear it!—here.
Cross post: from Orthoteny, a work in progress…
Apart from what goes on here at Poeta Doctus, there’s a whole other side to my poetic, cultural work, I reveal only to a select readership. There, for longer than I care to admit, I’ve been labouring on a long work on what Carl Jung termed “a modern myth of things seen in the sky.”
I’ll be posting parts of that epic-in-process, whose working title is Orthoteny, along with a recording of a new reading of that part, weekly, for the foreseeable future.
You can read the first post in this new series, here.
“To praise, that’s the thing!”
“Being a poet,” at least an anglophone poet in Canada, can seem sometimes near impossible. Sheer incomprehension and yawning indifference can drive one to despair, let alone those of us already perhaps too self-critical or reflective. At times, however, we may be fortunate enough to encounter those with heart enough to speak their appreciation for our work in our hearing. It was during one dark patch I called to mind those who had so praised me, remembering them in the following poem (which hopefully remains unfinished!).
What, then, is to be done?

Today, in reaction to the burning of over a hundred wildfires, thirty-six out of control, the province of Alberta has declared a state of emergency. Meanwhile, neighbouring British Columbia is suffering spring floods. And one doesn’t have to look too far afield to see the same and worse elsewhere (or elsewhen).
Understandably, among those persuaded of the reality of the threat of global warming and who either are not among those breathing hot and heavy over their growing fossil fuel wealth or haven’t simply given up (e.g., those persuaded of Near Term Human Extinction) the question of “What is to be done?” weighs heavy.
Among them are The Guardian‘s George Monbiot and scholar-activist Andreas Malm, the latter who has just published a rebuttal to a recent column by the former questioning the aptness of property destruction in the struggle for the system change the fight against global warming calls for—a good, provocative read.
Among those who pose the question asked above is myself, or, at least, the self who wrote the poem “And if I thought…” you can hear, below. (You can also read it at The /tƐmz/ Review here). I don’t offer any answers, but rather give vent to that sense of crisis, writing out of what that demand to act feels like, at least for me, then…
On Poets and Poetry, the Living and Otherwise

A line in a recent poem of mine reads, ‘”…Dante, Hölderlin, Whitman.” “They’re dead,” they said, an absolutely modern.’
The opinion, or, more charitably, judgement, of that “absolutely modern” is one I’ve encountered and that has irked me for nearly a generation (i.e., three decades) now. The well-read reader has likely already arrayed a phalanx of arguments to skewer said opinion, and I would hope the litotic irony that underwrites my line would serve as sufficient refutation, especially as, its being Easter weekend and I’m reading through the Commedia, “I have no will to try proof-bringing.”
That being said, a poem of mine published a while back in Scrivener, touches on, if not quite addresses, the topic. I offer it here, in print and voice.
I remain fairly persuaded this intervention is unlikely to be my final word on the matter…
New poems up at The Typescript

Though accepted last year, The Typescript has at long last published three poems that compose the tentative title track to my latest poetry manuscript, Blank Song (or maybe Amid a Place of Stone). You can read them, here.
Five new poems in The /Temz/ Review #21
The /Temz/ Review has kindly published five recent poem of mine, along with poems, stories, and reviews by many others. You can read it all, here.

Two poems newly online and in print!

With a deep bow of gratitude to special editor Karl E. Jirgens, I’m glad to share two poems in the most recent number of the Hamilton Arts and Letters Magazine. Among the many auspicious names, I would direct interested parties to the unnervingly talented contributions of James Dunnigan and Willow Loveday Little.
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