literary allusion, Muriel Rukeyser, and the century of possible peace
Tonight, September 25, at 7 p.m. P.S.T., we will host a second writing challenge (Writer’s Fourth Wednesday) on Into the Bardo featuring Victoria C. Slotto, novelist and poet. The subject of the challenge is literary allusion.
Literary allusion is a device by which a writer refers – directly or indirectly – to an individual, an event, or a work of art or of literature. We use this to connect our text to the greater world and the experiences, emotions and ideas that are the common human condition. In the poems that follow, the subject is war and the way the news of it is delivered and reacted to. I allude to Muriel Rukeyser’s Poem (it’s below mine) in the first line of my poem with “I have lived in the century of world wars.” I feel as she did and echo her observations and emotions in my own way and from the perspective of my own time.
So poets and writers read on, enjoy and prepare to join us this evening at Into the Bardo. Mister Linky, which enables you to share your work with everyone, will remain open for seventy-two hours. Victoria and I will visit all participants to read and comment. We hope you will visit one-another as well.
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after Muriel Rukeyser’s “Poem”
the century of possible peace
I have lived in the century of world wars and
into the century of “hot spots” and “conflicts,”
those isolated regions of hostility and battle, of
choreographed shows of military cliché and the
violent disaffected erruptions of the marginalized
Every day is an homage to some insanity
Media reports are conveyed with facile intensity
by hyperkinetic journalists – they deliver easy
and ominous conclusions based on seemingly
recondite facts, quickly moving to celebrity
gossip and other insipid topics . . .
I have lived in two centures of wars
I know what it is to be exhausted by the
vain posturing of the ruling class and
the tired protestations of tribal unity and
supremacy based on accidents of birth
I know what it is to imagine peace across
the circumference of one small blue ball
in a Universe of inestimable size and breadth
I know that darkness can descend with the
speed of light and that love is more than an
anchor and that hope keeps our dreams alive
I have lived into the century where the world is
grown small, where the peacemakers are tireless
and perhaps enough hearts have grown large …
sometimes I think I am living in the century
where peace is as possible as war