SUNDAY BLOG READ is your glimpse into the working minds and hearts of Utah’s literary writers.
Today, 15 Bytes features poet Joel Long who provides two recently completed (and unpublished) poems below.
Sunday Blog Read continues to collect a distinguished group of established and emerging Utah writers for your review and enjoyment. Past writers have included former and current Utah Poets Laureate Kate Coles Lance Larsen, poet Michael McLane, short story writer Darrell Spencer, fiction writer Larry Menlove, memoirist Christopher Bigelow, poet Shanan Ballam, speculative fiction writer Steve Proskauer, fiction writer April Wilder and short fiction writer Calvin Haul.
So curl up with your favorite cup of joe and…enjoy!
The Hedonist Apology to Heironymous Bosch
I admit the sin of pleasure. I find my skin
against the skin of the world fills the dark inside
with light I do not understand but by craving,
the sweetness of the human form, abstract
beneath stars and the empyrean fields, finds
the sacred purpose of the eye, magnified
in its intensity, gold in the glowing furnace.
I am sorry that I have eaten strawberries
in a bowl of sweet cream, momentary
and gone, a bitterness and sweetness once
on the tongue which lasts longer but longs for more.
I find pleasure in the longing, pity for those
who can love only what will last. It is evidence
of God’s capacious mind that he has provided
an infinity of birds, stellar jay, shovel head, golden
eye, and wren, that he made the calls to hang
on air myriad of bells and chatter, and when the owl
closes its wings over the light of the day. He gave us
a thousand ways to dream so that pleasures
in our hearts would not be confined to stones
of our waking, the sun swinging its chain
across the circumference of the one sky. Perhaps you
would stitch my hands to the guts of the harp,
confine me in the drum barrel, but first let me hear
the violinist alchemize strings into twin elements, tandem,
gold voices, illicit, raising the brute arch of the cathedral. I want
your tongue to come alive in waters of the fountain,
your mouth to return to its speech, to open the blackberry,
the fans of salmon, the wine, the viscosity of a woman’s mouth,
so you can light your hell with a worthy light from true pleasure
that led the damned toward the blessed stuff of life.
Caught in the capstan caught in the spindle, the
brown tape, bronze tape, magnetic, the filings
of song, the voice of the one I love, who makes
me stand, who makes me move inside like reflected
light, like water, like sadness carried in a jar,
the tape, caught, pulled out of its casing, keeps coming,
keeps spilling out of its windows. It is not sound;
it is not lyric, the wrecking ball where she meets
her heartbreak, the port where he leaves someone
who wants him more than he wants anything at all.
The tape pours out in endless exhale as the mouth
and the lungs could not contain the entire world
but just half, the arteries and veins of a two-thousand-
year-old man, woman, spilled out, those wrinkled
half inches of voice, of guitar, smudged, erased,
what could be played, what could be revived
but the hiss of fracture, the sound of the catching
in the machine that only wishes to play that song,
that thing you love to hear, that only wishes its own
indifference to the catching, to the quitting, the physical
disinterest of everything mineral to what we care for,
to song, to sadness, to this tape spilling onto the carpet,
to the lost voices on the tape that we love to hear late at night,
and it is always late at night when we need what was finally lost.
Copyright, Joel Long, 2014
Joel Long’s book Lessons in Disappearance was published in 2012. Knowing Time by Light was published by Blaine Creek Press in 2010. His book won the White Pine Press Poetry Prize and was published in Winged Insects won the White Pine Press Poetry Prize and was published in1999. His chapbooks, Chopin’s Preludes and Saffron Beneath Every Frost were published from Elik Press. His poems have appeared in Painted Bride Quarterly, Ocean State Review, Quarterly West, Gulf Coast, Rhino, Bitter Oleander, Crab Orchard Review, Bellingham Review, Sou’wester, Prairie Schooner, Willow Springs, Poems and Plays, and Seattle Review and anthologized in American Poetry: the Next Generation, Essential Love, Fresh Water, and I Go to the Ruined Place. He received the Mayor’s Artist Award for Literary Arts at the Utah Arts Festival and the Writers Advocate Award from Writers at Work. He teaches at Rowland Hall-St. Mark’s Upper School in Salt Lake City.