Saturday, April 27, 2024
The Truth
Those of us who think we know by Stephen Dunn
the same secrets
are silent together most of the time,
for us there is eloquence
in desire, and for a while
when in love and exhausted
it’s enough to nod like shy horses
and come together
in a quiet ceremony of tongues.
It’s in disappointment we look for words
to convince us
the spaces between stars are nothing
to worry about;
it’s when those secrets burst
in that emptiness between our hearts
and the lumps in our throats.
And the words we find
are always insufficient, like love,
though they are often lovely
and all we have.”
― Stephen Dunn, New and Selected Poems, 1974-1994
“All I wanted was a job like a book so good I'd be finishing it for the rest of my life.”
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light
― Stephen Dunn
The Sudden Light and the Trees by Stephen Dunn
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog
and wife beater.
In bad dreams I killed him
and once, in the consequential light of day,
I called the Humane Society
about Blue, his dog. They took her away
and I readied myself, a baseball bat
inside my door.
That night I hear his wife scream
and I couldn't help it, that pathetic
relief; her again, not me.
It would be years before I'd understand
why victims cling and forgive. I plugged in
the Sleep-Sound and it crashed
like the ocean all the way to sleep.
One afternoon I found him
on the stoop,
a pistol in his hand, waiting,
he said, for me. A sparrow had gotten in
to our common basement.
Could he have permission
to shoot it? The bullets, he explained,
might go through the floor.
I said I'd catch it, wait, give me
a few minutes and, clear-eyed, brilliantly
afraid, I trapped it
with a pillow. I remember how it felt
when I got my hand, and how it burst
that hand open
when I took it outside, a strength
that must have come out of hopelessness
and the sudden light
and the trees. And I remember
the way he slapped the gun against
his open palm,
kept slapping it, and wouldn't speak.
― Stephen Dunn
There will always be people who think suffering leads to enlightenment, who place themselves on the verge of what’s about to break, or go dangerously wrong. Let’s resist them and their thinking, you and I. Let’s not rush toward that sure thing that awaits us, which can dumb us into nonsense and pain. Stephen Dunn, Pagan Virtues: Poems
A Troubled Guest
“A man’s mistakes (if I may lecture you), his worst acts, aren’t
out of character, as he’d like to think, are not put on him by power or
stress or too much to drink, but simply a worse self he consents to be.”
― Stephen Dunn, Pagan Virtues: Poems
I’ve turned corners there was no going back to, corners in the middle of a room that led to Spain or solitude.
“And I’ve turned corners there was no going back to, corners in
the middle of a room that led to Spain or solitude. And always the thin
line between corner and cornered, the good corners of bodies and those
severe bodies that permit no repose, the places we retreat to, the
places we can’t bear to be found.”
― Stephen Dunn, New and Selected Poems 1974-1994
worked through the terrors of influence, and are willing to acknowledge their debts by using them in order to go their own way
“Poets who remain poets have, presumably, worked through the
terrors of influence, and are willing to acknowledge their debts by
using them in order to go their own way. They’ve learned what Thomas
Mann knew: “A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than
it is for other people.”
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry
Evil always has an advantage and always succeeds until its enormous feet understep some moral chasm, or a damsel held dear by the populace cries out and is heard. Stephen Dunn, Whereas: Poems
― Stephen Dunn, Whereas: Poems
― Stephen Dunn, Whereas: Poems
― Stephen Dunn, Between Angels: Poems
A Circus of Needs: Poems
this thin man whose desires
were barely covered by skin,
standing absolutely still.
But everytime he moved
there was another place to go,
and everytime sadness would arrive
with its wonderful cocoon
not even that would last.”
― Stephen Dunn, A Circus of Needs: Poems
Flaubert said — I assume about the balance between repression and freedom — “Be regular and orderly in your daily life, so you can be violent and original in your work.” ― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry
“Your poem effectively begins at the first moment you’ve surprised or startled yourself. Throw away everything that preceded that moment, and begin with that moment.”
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry
“Too many poets are insufficiently interested in story. Their poems could be improved if they gave in more to the strictures of fiction: the establishment of a clear dramatic situation, and a greater awareness that first-person narrators are also characters and must be treated as such by their authors. The true lyric poet, of course, is exempt from this. But many poets wrongly think they are lyric poets.”
― Stephen Dunn
“Finally, what I want from poetry is akin to what Flaubert wanted from novels. He thought they should make us dream. I want a poem, through its precisions and accuracies, to make me remember what I know, or what I might have known if I hadn't been constrained by convention or habit.”
― Stephen Dunn“How to survive as an other? The small town may be a paradigm of how boundaries can permit generosity, but it is also a place where people on the fringe, say homosexuals or intellectuals or African-Americans, develop a hunger for larger and more hospitable boundaries, those offered by cities, or, in another sense, by poems. There may be implications here for open and closed forms. That aside, true community — beyond physical parameters — often arises when you realize that everything you’ve thought peculiar to yourself has been thought or even lived by someone else. This is how poetry, not to mention literature in general, manifests some of its most exquisite manners; in the course of being true to itself it makes a gesture to others.”
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry
“The good poem is implicitly philosophical. The not so good poem, conversely, may exquisitely describe a tree or loneliness, but if the description does not suggest an attitude toward nature, or human nature, we are left with a kind of dentist office art — devoted to decoration and the status quo.”
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry“Donald Justice’s admonition that a good poem should exhibit “that maximum amount of wildness that the form can bear” is also relevant, though again it’s equally useful to think of expanding the notion of form to accommodate even more of the wild.”
― Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Memoirs and Essays on Poetry
should be handcuffed
and searched for loneliness.
― Stephen Dunn, Different Hours
Stephen Dunn Poem
“Where are we going?
It’s not an issue of here or there.
And if you ever feel you can’t
take another step, imagine
how you might feel to arrive,
if not wiser, a little more aware
how to inhabit the middle ground
between misery and joy.
Trudge on. In the higher regions,
where the footing is unsure,
to trudge is to survive.”
― Stephen Dunn, Lines of Defense: Poems