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Darnell Arnoult: This Too Is Creation & Work
THIS TOO IS CREATION
God’s uncanny procedure in His hysterical solitude
is to night-bomb the mysterious void. Miles
of system-like threads pull the weighty direction of time. A rock
of light splits and shatters. What electric
silence floats on the eye of that mysterious radio? Rushing
waters cross mountains in human’s crusty
sleep. Long-toothed mercy glows in the steel craters
of each face of nothing and something.
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WORK
Moonlight freely wants its glory,
holy howling eyes singing
heaven’s blues. Heaped-up songs
break thrones. Understand sound.
Hidden glory lightly consumes
the double-dog coming. Ankles creek
weighted tears. All mouths touch
my own. An original voice masters its living
tongue. Its giving tongue. Its burning tongue.
Walk it home. Believe in the tree,
in the owl, in the light. Believe and move
from the crouching dark. Cross
grief and master fierce wanting. Walk
your own soul’s endless entrance.
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Darnell Arnoult is the author of Galaxie Wagon: Poems and What Travels With Us: Poems (LSU Press) and the novel Sufficient Grace (Simon & Schuster) which received a starred review in Publisher’s Weekly. Her recent poetry collection, Incantations, was published by Madville Publishing. She lives in North Carolina.
Copyright 2024 Darnell Arnoult.
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Oh, wow is right! The first poem made me think of Rilke’s lines:
“Let all your doing be by gesture only.
Go on writing in faces and stone
what your silence means.”
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Oh wow: “[…] Cross / grief and master fierce wanting. Walk / your own soul’s endless entrance.”
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Powerful phrases.
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Both poems are great, but the second broke me against the rocks. Such force!
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Me too, Barbara!
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Here are two pieces that seem meant to be read slowly, getting to know each aphorism, as you, the reader, help Arnoult build a creative ediface of wisdom and word-play. They create their meaning as you take them in.
The final lines in THIS TOO IS CREATION: Long-toothed mercy glows in the steel craters
of each face of nothing and something makes me wish I could write lines as remarkable as hers. Mysterious in their meaning, almost spiritual in how she builds these poems. Facing life in our times.
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Oh yeah, Darnell can do a lot in a few words.
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I love strong women, and the voice in these poems is not just from a strong woman, but from a fierce, determined woman. Bravo, Darnell!
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Yes, Bravo!
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