By René Magritte
Inside the house our peace rumbles.
Mom and dad haunt opposite ends of the
couch.
Did I mention that they’re dead?
It doesn’t matter. I’m not living
either.
I go to school, play guitar, watch TV,
and argue with my sister Ag who doesn’t
argue back. The house, a still
cat. Gunfire
breaks the calm. It sounds like
cathedral
bells, mournful, lasting. I’m used to
blue sky
and clouds even at night. I dream in
the day but have none when I fall asleep.
No one in this family dreams at
night.
Dawn-chirping birds, we’re hungry,
flying off, then grabbing a branch
to watch time’s red bear raise his paw
and knock over the mailbox. Someday
we might decide to come alive.
Porchlights
will shine either way. Someone may
move away,
maybe me, but for now the tall tree that
hides
my window wants company—who am I
to deny that wish?
Interview
TSTmpj:
Your image of blue sky at night especially caught me. How do you
personally come to terms with light and darkness, in your poetry and in life
more generally?
Kenneth
Pobo: Most everything is a balancing
act. The poem is a response to Magritte’s painting where a bright sky is
above a house at night—how can this be? Yet it is. And we live
among very strong opposing forces, trying to find our way. Where light
should be, perhaps it isn’t. Where darkness should be, perhaps light.
TSTmpj:
Death seems quietly real to you, yet it is infused with hope, an intimacy
beyond tears. Can you respond to this comment in the context of René
Magritte's painting?
Kenneth
Pobo: I think Death becomes more real as
the years roll by and loss becomes more and more evident (I lost my mom last
year.). Death may not be the “opposite” of life as we endure small deaths
all the time. I like Magritte’s painting (well, so many of his
paintings!) for putting opposites together—and instead of being put off by
this, these blends of difference feel acceptable and real.
TSTmpj:
Do you care to share any thoughts on timelessness?
Kenneth
Pobo: Timelessness is pretty big for
me. I’ve been reading books on current ideas on cosmology. Fascinating,
and not being a science guy, it’s hard to wrap my head around it, but I want to
keep trying. How time and space bend and dance—such great opportunities
for poets! One thing I love about the creative process is how when I’m
given over to writing, it feels like time no longer exists. I can put a
CD on and not realize when songs end. The imagination takes me out of
time—but only for… a time.
Bio Note
Kenneth
Pobo won the 2011 qarrtsiluni chapbook contest for Ice And Gaywings, published in November
2011.
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