John Clarke


Cut Loose in Our Remonstrance


If the war in heaven took place in space
as most suppose, then all of Los's forging
of Urizen is in time, the "mercy of eternity"
wherein there is hope of claiming responsibility
for what has "fallen" into Its own resemblance,
so we can complete the circle of what began as
the old dumbell shape Madame Blavatsky or
somebody said it was, figure-eight or hourglass
we begin with, unconsciously, contra Artaud,
to stay plugged in, as though every drop weren't
on its own pretty quick, and not much time before
being bounced back into more pieces than are ever
visible, which must be why the Theogony does make
love (Eros) last in the order of coming into being.

                                Sept 13 1991

"Life is round"
  --Vincent Van Gogh

"They saw Urizen give his Laws to the Nations
By the hands of the children of Los."
                                 --William Blake


                              (from Blue Horitals)
  



Daniel Zimmerman's comment: my "Whose Enkidu?" responds to this poem, which also appears in Clarke's book, In the Analogy (Toronto and Buffalo, Shuffaloff, 1997).









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