Forgetlings

by Daniel Stephensen

Writing:

• A Field of Yellow Flowers

• Superposition: Selected Poems 2010 – 2012



Wandering:

• Forgetlings.net

• Read to you by me

Debris of sleep, wedges
driven into Nowhere:
we stay ourselves,
the steered-
round star
avows us.

— Paul Celan (trans. Ian Fairley)

There is no way into someone else’s grief,
all anyone can do is come up to it
But there is a switch there, a dull thing, unechoing
It re-tenses presence

My steady angel of these past years,
fiercely beloved, bites down on me for a strap,
and we snap free, and here, near the sound,
is plain silence

She too has spent her life mixing an art
to sketch it, paint it, photograph and print it,
while I go on piling up poems, stories, endless notes –
the pages of a faith I cannot seem to shake

Poems:
Old poems of mine keep getting reblogged. If you’d prefer to read the finished versions in one place, the entire collection Superposition —Selected Poems 2010 – 2012 is now up on my website for your reading pleasure. If you prefer to have a paperback copy, the link to purchase that is at the top of the page, or in the bookshop section (which needs an overhaul, someone call the webmaster…) —

Superposition

Bookshop

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Would You Just Would You Please

One lover has forgotten
that the strain without which it cannot be held
in place is equal to the force
with which it was pressed together

It seemed lovelike
so the lover said it, and said it
and said it

said it said it said it

not only at candlelit dinner by the river but
at the bookshop at the traffic lights at the
sink washing Japanese sweet potatoes

at bedtime at dawn (whispered) at morning
tea afternoon tea and once at the end of a large
seductive bottle
of Italian mineral water

And the other lover begged with distress
equal to the force without which
it cannot hold

Would you just would you please
stop saying it

To turn
first give up everything

Now turn

I enter this world through poets
but I am ashamed to be called a poet before you

I lay my hands on your rising back
to hold you. Now turn

and please

Beat me
until the tide of dreams

I am yours, to carry you to dawn
through the howl of night

and turn

I am your
immortal curve

and

and turn

All that is not-place, not-age

An inscription on one of the frontier posts of the contemporary age, ‘In the future there’ll be no frontiers’, has already come true in art — it came true at the very beginning. A universal work is one which, translated into another language and another age, translated into the language of another age — least of all then — loses nothing. Having given everything to its own age and land, it gives everything once again to all lands and all ages. Having revealed its own place and age, up to the furthest bounds, it boundlessly reveals all that is not-place, not-age: for all ages.

— Marina Tsvetaeva, ‘The Poet and Time’ (trans. A Livingstone)

A Castle of Books

Hiroshima Mon Amour by Marguerite Duras

in Thistle Issue 7

1959. The lovers come together in Hiroshima within Hiroshima. They come together as themselves within themselves. They make new love in their lives, nothing is replaced. They make a different place together. But there is no obvious conclusion toward which, together, they may live. Their love answers nothing, it is only with them now, yet it is so beautiful, too beautiful a love not to be in.

HE: Maybe it’s possible for you to stay.
SHE: You know it’s not. Still more impossible than to leave.
HE: A week.
SHE: No.
HE: Three days.
SHE: Time enough for what? To live from it? To die from it?
HE: Time to know which.
SHE: That doesn’t exist. Neither time enough to live from it. Nor time enough to die from it. So I don’t give a damn.

thistlemag:

Explore Thistle Magazine’s seventh issue, Summer Wilderness! Discover artist Edie Sunday, writers Nick Lantz and Daniel Stephensen, and fashion bloggers Q2Han. Live vicariously through explorer Jeanne Bare and artist Rosa Bonheur. And don’t forget to read your summer horoscope predicted by Madame Clairvoyant. Our biggest issue yet, you don’t want to miss out! Purchase your print/digital copy here: http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/771725

A Castle of Books in this issue: Hiroshima Mon Amour by Marguerite Duras

thistlemag:

Explore Thistle Magazine’s seventh issue, Summer Wilderness! Discover artist Edie Sunday, writers Nick Lantz and Daniel Stephensen, and fashion bloggers Q2Han. Live vicariously through explorer Jeanne Bare and artist Rosa Bonheur. And don’t forget to read your summer horoscope predicted by Madame Clairvoyant. Our biggest issue yet, you don’t want to miss out! 
Purchase your print/digital copy here: http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/771725

A Castle of Books in this issue: Hiroshima Mon Amour by Marguerite Duras

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Marathon Heartbird

There is plain sense
in her plain good-bye
and given never sweeter

Good-bye
into the old, red earth
There is sense

And there is plain sense
left to go on in your hands
held in her small hands

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