Wednesday, October 10, 2012

On The Metaphysical Conflict

Seldom that you will find work that is haunting and colorful all at once. But that is indeed the extra ordinary task that poet Dana Levin has achieved with this atmospheric, emotionally rich poem, that hints at the battle dance between science and existentialism. 

Ghosts That Need Reminding

Night Rainbow
*
Through shattered glass and sheeted furniture, chicken
wire and piled dishes, sheared-off doors stacked five to a
wall, you're walking like cripples. Toward a dirty window,
obstructed by stacks of chairs.

And once you move them, one by one, palm circles through
the grime and cup your hands round your faces, finally able
to see through—

Charged night. Sheet-flashes of green, threaded with sparks,
the pale orange pan of the moon—

Finally, what turns the wheel: the moon ghosting a hole
through a rainbow, the rainbow's rage to efface the moon,
which the moon sails through slow as a ship, in the shape of
cross-legged Buddha...

Lotus-folded, a figurine. The kind you once found in the
Chinatown markets, for a dollar and a dime—

Saying you're dying, you're dead. You can withdraw from this
orbit of mirrors.

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