A Year of Love Poetry, Day-by-Day: Ars Interruptus.....

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"Passages IV" - Charcoal and acrylic by Elena Peteva. Now in the permanent collection of the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. I fell in love with it, had my chance to acquire, vacillated, and by the time I decided ..... lost it. Both for its symbolism and my encounter with it as a love-and-life lesson on when heart and eye should out-vote the brain, there could be no other image more apropos.

"Love is the universal migraine" wrote Robert Graves in the poem "Symptoms of Love". And, like an actual migraine, it renders us paralyzed and wordless to describe: regardless of the stage (or state) of a "love connection"' we feel as though no one else has ever felt as we do. Since my first "migraine", poetry has been the palliative for its course. Exhilarated or despairing, elated or dumb-founded by an affaire de coeur, someone talented has expressed my feelings better, more vividly, eloquently, and passionately. My goal is to post one poem each day for a year as an exercise and meditation on the subject.

The poems come from a poetry collection accumulated over a life-time of marveling at the sometimes-madness-sometimes-misery of being in love but always always in awe of the mystery and hope, whether as the pursuer or the pursued.

In his poem "Amar" (To Love), which is posted here, Carlos Drummond de Andrade writes of the heart as being a bottomless reservoir of Love. He urges that we must continue to ladle it out, whether after a loss or when that Love has fallen on parched earth, because that's what we are meant to do - nay, we must do. No other poem speaks as much to me in encouraging that optimistic, hopeful view.

Part of my objective for the project is to see how re-reading, selecting, and commenting on so much "love poetry" would affect my own energy, spirit, receptivity, and capacity to love. It led - eventually- to a rumination about Love, which you can find here: “Talking About Love Is Like Dancing About Architecture” .

So, while you await the next lift-off, are already soaring or just barely crawling away from a crash, may these poems - by the gifted and the mad, the famous and the (somewhat) forgotten, spanning centuries and cultures - show you that your anguishes and ecstasies are shared and universal.

Intimations, Declarations, Persuasions, Celebrations, Separations, Desolation: these are the stages of a love affair, as characterized by Jon Stallworthy for his anthology of love poetry. I have followed the same protocol in tagging the poems here.

Harrison Tao
March 1, 2010

Since poets may be represented more than once, photos and biographical information will be only with the first posting of a poem by each. This site is quirky for navigating to a particular poet. They are listed in order of the number of their poems that I have selected.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Ars Interruptus.....

My apartment had a devastating fire on December 22, 2010, which made it uninhabitable and destroyed my poetry library (pictured below in what was my bedroom), with the exception of a few volumes I had at my desk in another room. This is what it looked like, about 30 linear feet of poetry, before it was carted to the dumpster. I escaped unharmed, but am unable to continue this project, for practical - and psychic - reasons.

It may or may not have been Divine Providence that made me finally start this blog last March, as it had been a "some day soon" project for years. Now, it preserves, in the virtual world, some of what would otherwise have been lost (to me) through the fire. It's not the same as holding the books, seeing the notations I made, remembering when/where/how/why I acquired it. A few were gifts from people significant to me, others were signed and/or first editions.... Another lesson on impermanence and attachment.

Please, please do practice fire-drills! Begin by treating the sound of a fire-alarm as genuine: ignoring it could be tragic. I was in the shower when I heard it and didn't believe it at first, losing valuable time.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: I’m sorry for the loss of your poetic library and your belongings.
Thanks again for your wonderful blog, which will still be here when you decide to come back. All my encouragement for your rebuilding. Although it has began rather badly, I wish you a happy New Year, Palimpsest.

Alex; January 1, 2011 at 8:25 AM
Miss Madelaine said...: Oh this is so heartbreaking. I just found this blog looking for the full version of Nerudo's Sonnet LXV, and have been reading through poems to send on postcards to a lover.

I have only a few books of poetry, and am slowly amassing more. Is it possible for me to send you a list of all the ones I no longer want or need, and you can have them?

I am so so so sorry for your loss. And I apologize that I am quite late to this.; February 26, 2014 at 6:04 AM

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