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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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