T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge
T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge
T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge
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31<br />
twining spasms of remembrance, chilling glints of smiling<br />
mystery, out of mutual depth, have we yet begun, Beauty,<br />
refracted, defined, slept into, seduced sacredly, seduced<br />
musically, Beauty, obscura, today is never going to end,<br />
courtyard of twisting breezes, out of mutual depth, love is a<br />
mean, chanting, obssessed motherfucker & you are his favorite<br />
song.<br />
I was happy with this new poetry for it honored the lessons I’d<br />
learned from Rilke & Dickinson & Rumi while communicating my<br />
deeply-cherished beliefs about life, Art, & joy.<br />
Among Joe Ciccone’s contributions was a wild prose-poem<br />
“Almost a Thumbnail Sketch of What Seems Like the Part of the Story<br />
that Always Seems Somehow to be Absent, or, A Veiled Recounting of<br />
a Moment of Clarity” with its lead guitar howlings:<br />
And the we grew tired but nonetheless we kept up, somewhat<br />
more slowly now, but we kept up, such that all I could do was<br />
bang the strings like a drum, and Dave’s voice grew thin, and<br />
Paul’s harp blew down to a murmur, and we were no longer<br />
running madly but dancing thinly until we were slowly walking<br />
and the sounds became a memory as the moon pulled up and<br />
we looked up to see how it had so strangely stopped itself in the<br />
sky in mid-swing, and we all sat down, exhausted, and became,<br />
at last, human.<br />
In April 1999 appeared Cenacle 34 4th<br />
anniversary issue with another color cover by<br />
Barbara Brannon, this one tied to my poem<br />
“Phantom Limbs (After Rumi)” which Barbara also<br />
rendered in color. It’s a long poem based on 3<br />
short poems by the Persian master. Rumi is, in<br />
fact, one of the greatest poets ever & deserves far<br />
more renown in the west than he has thus far<br />
received.<br />
Cenacle 34 also featured “Illogic, Signs, and<br />
Aesthetic Relevancies Reconsidered” by Joe<br />
Ciccone, his first contribution of fiction:<br />
I open the door and she’s laying in bed, as I expect, with her<br />
head stretched out over the record player, listening to the<br />
Everly Brothers sing “All I have to do is dream-ee-ee-ee-eam.”<br />
When she hears me come in she raises her finger from the<br />
sheets and points toward the ceiling, signaling me to be quiet.<br />
Always it seems to be like this when I come home; sense<br />
appears to hold no authority. I rest my keys gently on the table<br />
and watch her. It’s like she staring straight through her ears,<br />
expecting some coded transmission that only she can decipher<br />
to come at any moment from out of the scratchy recording,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 50 / December 2003