For All Rumi Camp Meeting Followers
Dearest Friend and Friends,
Seasonal greetings! Thank you for your recent inquiry into possible spring and summer travel in these hereabouts. As sitting and serving trustees of the Imagi-Nation's Department of the Exterior, we want to inform and assure you that we have picture-perfect Rumi-esque days here on our eastern shores where you will arrive by ferry (we have no airports and cannot be seen from the air). We have enclosed a poem by James Schuyler that we hope will entice and suffice as proof of perfect harboring weathers in all seasons and on all surfaces in these parts. We invite further travel inquiries into contemporary American realms of fully imagined world where "God," it is said, "is shyly, slyly present" in vistas of sometimes ebullient particulars. For those who prefer deity ensconced in inseparability from its evidence, may we remind you that sightings of the Tao, declared endangered elsewhere, are common reportage here. As we like to say, "The Tao is richly resonant when keenly observed in even the tiniest detail and most reduced of circumstances. The only poverty recognized here is the easily ameliorated one of undernourished and underemployed perception."
Your humble servants,
Walt Whitman IV
Dahlia Dickinson
Chester Creeley
Jaclyn Kennedy Kerouac
P.S., The Trustees recently voted, for ceremonial purposes, to unanimously renew a never-lapsed moratorium on all off and on shore drilling for meaning that would endanger future intactness of fully endowed and observable pantheistic plurality of our common wealth. When the unseen can no longer manifest in the fully preserved and practiced purity of the seen, the obscene ensues. Come breathe in and sing out our fresh air. Come spend happy days on our open roads where eyes are free to follow the never-ending beckoning of the present. We look forward to meeting you and your needs.
[Enclosure]
LIGHT BLUE ABOVE
Light blue above, darker below, lightly roughened by the stirring air
and with smooth tracks on it. There goes Reynald Hardie's lobster
boat, taking a colorful load of pleasure-seeking shoppers to Camden.
O Air
the clear, the soot-bearer, the unseen that rips
that kills and cures, that keeps
all that is empty filled, the bright invisible
into which we move like fingers into gloves
that coats our rolling home with the sweet softness
between grape and grape skin
in silent laughter in a glass pushed down
into basin at retreating puzzled water
constrained to rising elsewhere up
the sides of the basin, of the glass
up fingers and hand and wrist
clinging to arm in mercurial bubbles
that detach and rise and join itself
the quick to heal
that wriggles up from hot
heat-wave pavement like teased hair
or has a wintry bite, or in the dog days saps
or is found at the bottom
of a mailbox on an empty house
or in a nest between twigs, among eggs
and we go on
and it within us
upon a dust speck
in bubble air
--James Schuyler, Selected Poems, Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, paperback edition 2007, page 61
Seasonal greetings! Thank you for your recent inquiry into possible spring and summer travel in these hereabouts. As sitting and serving trustees of the Imagi-Nation's Department of the Exterior, we want to inform and assure you that we have picture-perfect Rumi-esque days here on our eastern shores where you will arrive by ferry (we have no airports and cannot be seen from the air). We have enclosed a poem by James Schuyler that we hope will entice and suffice as proof of perfect harboring weathers in all seasons and on all surfaces in these parts. We invite further travel inquiries into contemporary American realms of fully imagined world where "God," it is said, "is shyly, slyly present" in vistas of sometimes ebullient particulars. For those who prefer deity ensconced in inseparability from its evidence, may we remind you that sightings of the Tao, declared endangered elsewhere, are common reportage here. As we like to say, "The Tao is richly resonant when keenly observed in even the tiniest detail and most reduced of circumstances. The only poverty recognized here is the easily ameliorated one of undernourished and underemployed perception."
Your humble servants,
Walt Whitman IV
Dahlia Dickinson
Chester Creeley
Jaclyn Kennedy Kerouac
P.S., The Trustees recently voted, for ceremonial purposes, to unanimously renew a never-lapsed moratorium on all off and on shore drilling for meaning that would endanger future intactness of fully endowed and observable pantheistic plurality of our common wealth. When the unseen can no longer manifest in the fully preserved and practiced purity of the seen, the obscene ensues. Come breathe in and sing out our fresh air. Come spend happy days on our open roads where eyes are free to follow the never-ending beckoning of the present. We look forward to meeting you and your needs.
[Enclosure]
LIGHT BLUE ABOVE
Light blue above, darker below, lightly roughened by the stirring air
and with smooth tracks on it. There goes Reynald Hardie's lobster
boat, taking a colorful load of pleasure-seeking shoppers to Camden.
O Air
the clear, the soot-bearer, the unseen that rips
that kills and cures, that keeps
all that is empty filled, the bright invisible
into which we move like fingers into gloves
that coats our rolling home with the sweet softness
between grape and grape skin
in silent laughter in a glass pushed down
into basin at retreating puzzled water
constrained to rising elsewhere up
the sides of the basin, of the glass
up fingers and hand and wrist
clinging to arm in mercurial bubbles
that detach and rise and join itself
the quick to heal
that wriggles up from hot
heat-wave pavement like teased hair
or has a wintry bite, or in the dog days saps
or is found at the bottom
of a mailbox on an empty house
or in a nest between twigs, among eggs
and we go on
and it within us
upon a dust speck
in bubble air
--James Schuyler, Selected Poems, Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, paperback edition 2007, page 61
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