I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

In A Dark Time

A few days ago was the 6th anniversary of Loren Webster's excellent blog, In A Dark Time. Now there's nothing wrong at all with all those blogs about going to the loo and the antics of one's hamster - the Net's a wonderfully democratic place. However it's nice now and then to come across a more serious blog provoking a lively discussion about poetry, prose and politics. And it's personal and often drily humorous too. 1000 hits a day is pretty impressive for a literary blog. Happy birthday, Loren. The blog's title was taken from this poem by Theodore Roethke:

In a Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood -
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,

That place among the rocks - is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is -
Death of the self in a long, tearless night.
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

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