Snake IV

Gary Lemons

Description

Original Grace is the last book in the Snake Quartet. In it, the journey from destruction leads through the darkened rooms of an enormous house where occasionally outside the windows creatures past, present, and future appear—asking for help or solace or trying to break the glass to get in. But the house is made of poetry and is unassailable unlike those who live in it.
By this time, Snake has undergone the transformations from sole survivor into the mythic voice of the collective with all their throats open and in full song. She has undergone the movement from original gender into all genders. The rough linguistic artifacts left from the first book—the dialects and fogginess she experienced living both in and out of a dream—slowly become more coherent as she learns to filter the collective voices back into her personal speech. Original Grace is not just the end of what was but the beginning of what comes next. The sun has gone down. The long wait for a new sunrise is nearly over.

Sujets

• Climate Change
• Native American
• Buddhism
• Native Americans
• Environmental justice
• Nondualism
• Loss
• Poetry
• Places
• American
• Grief
• Snake
• Death

Informations

• Publié par: Red Hen Press
• Date de parution: 25 mai 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781597098793
• Langue: English

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S NAKE :
O RIGINAL G RACE
Snake:
Original Grace
BOOK IV
of
Snake Quartet
Gary Lemons
R ED H EN P RESS | P ASADENA , CA
Snake: Original Grace
Copyright 2021 by Gary Lemons
All Rights Reserved
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner.
Book layout by Mark E. Cull
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Lemons, Gary, author.
Title: Snake : original grace / Gary Lemons.
Description: Pasadena, CA : Red Hen Press, [2021] | Series: Snake quartet ; book 4
Identifiers: LCCN 2020044868 (print) | LCCN 2020044869 (ebook) | ISBN 9781597091152 (trade paper) | ISBN 9781597098793 (epub)
Subjects: LCGFT: Poetry.
Classification: LCC PS3612.E475 S62 2021 (print) | LCC PS3612.E475 (ebook) | DDC 811/.6-dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020044868
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020044869
The National Endowment for the Arts, the Los Angeles County Arts Commission, the Ahmanson Foundation, the Dwight Stuart Youth Fund, the Max Factor Family Foundation, the Pasadena Tournament of Roses Foundation, the Pasadena Arts & Culture Commission and the City of Pasadena Cultural Affairs Division, the City of Los Angeles Department of Cultural Affairs, the Audrey & Sydney Irmas Charitable Foundation, the Kinder Morgan Foundation, the Meta & George Rosenberg Foundation, the Albert and Elaine Borchard Foundation, the Adams Family Foundation, the Riordan Foundation, Amazon Literary Partnership, the Sam Francis Foundation, and the Mara W. Breech Foundation partially support Red Hen Press.

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C ONTENTS
Preface
Author s Note
Chorus
Aesop
The Conscript
Bebop Baby
Demimonde
How It Was
Longevity
Snake at the Door
Echo
Karma
Absence
The Despot
The Old Man Who Ate Children
False Positive
Talking Stick
In Mountains
Chorus
Last One Left
Heart Attack
Leadership
Hold On
Original Grace
Impulse
By Storm
Unfed
Snake into Ploughshares
Vistas
Used Cars
Chorus
The Elephant in the Room
Adopting
Ouroboros
Vision
Big Temporary
Odd Duck
Straight Jacket
Gone
Learning to Breathe
The Border Shift
Chorus
Healing
Giblet Gravy
Hip Cat
Eyes Open
Country Learning
Echo
Seizure
First Breath
Visitation
Devotion
What It Is
Rabbit Hole
Village
Without Regret
Bartender
One Sky
Speaker of the House
Hidden Water
A Rock and a Hard Place
Bouquet
Short Goodbyes
Snake the Other
Chorus
P REFACE
In this last book in the Snake Quartet the first-person narrative dissolves at times into variations of the collective voices inside of snake-other witnesses-rare in the first three books-appear more frequently in this one. Snake is at the end of her journey through destruction into creation both as a blooded instrument and a myth. The bound voices sequestered in her for millions of years begin to speak in the poems. She is dying into life. Again.
There are essentially two themes in this final book.
The title poem- Original Grace -questions the endgame philosophy that says humans are born into sin and only by accepting and surrendering to gods and their proxies might they be saved on earth prior to an eternity in some variant of a place called heaven. Those who don t subscribe fully are eternally remaindered.
The doctrine of Original Sin is embedded in every child born to Christian families. Snake, before collapsing into metaphor, was human and as such, raised to believe she was impoverished and morally defective in the cradle. As the planet froze and burned and leapt and bucked its way into emptiness, she understood this to be revenge on a global scale for a system inhabited mostly by craven individuals incapable of finding true north without a borrowed compass no one understood was broken until they were lost.
When snake was a child in Sunday school in a Baptist church, she asked the teacher if it was true a baby that died at or soon after birth could be damned eternally. The teacher confirmed that without the intercession of a minister or priest the child was born condemned to Hell. Same with people from other cultures with different Gods and same with people without Gods-all damned either because they had not accepted a savior they d never heard of or been baptized in his name. A little girl beside me started crying-she said-that s not fair. Snake never forgot her words.
So this book starts with the premise that we are born in a state of Grace and have to consciously choose to be evil-to kill-to abuse-to suppress-to be cruel-to deny others their rights. How we choose to live defines us and not some preexisting state of wickedness.
The him in the title poem Original Grace refers to a Sunday school song with the lines little ones to him belong / they are weak but he is strong . . .
The second dominant theme in the fourth book has to do with systems formed around the belief in Original Sin-particularly governmental but also societal and cultural mechanics founded on the principle we need to be saved from ourselves.
Systems composed of people weakened by doctrines informing them they are unworthy without the support and control of that system becomes quickly claustrophobic and hierarchal-just before they destroy themselves like an autoimmune disease attacking the body of its host.
Those who author these systems love the power and wealth that comes to them-they have unlimited access to resources and live in increasingly more insulated communities from those suffering under it. While white bears are starving on shrinking ice floes-while the last of a species is hunted for its horn-while the tropics burn and sand creeps out of the hourglass into the streets, they fiddle with their thermostats.
What would a different system look like? One designed to elevate its individual members in order to make a strong village-city-nation? A system with filters assuring equal distribution of wealth so no one has significantly more than anyone else. A system like this must surely be stronger-healthier-more durable-consequently more advanced-more equitable and more compassionate than the cages around us now. The opening line of the poem Leadership sums up snake s take on this-
If everyone has enough then
Everyone would have enough-
Pipe dream-bogus-impossible-only those closing the doors of their towers as the sea washes the foundation away will even question the fact that something needs to happen now. It is insufficient to supply Nero with rosin for his bow. And it will take the clearest minds-the most undisciplined visionaries-the most ferocious efforts as well as
The heaviest of hearts-the lightest of steps-the death of the dinosaurs-again-and the best collaborative spirit we can bring on behalf of the planet and those who will stand on the ground we prepare for them.
Gary Lemons June 27, 2020
A UTHOR S N OTE
Stendahl said a novel is a mirror dragged down the road. I take the liberty to believe poetry shares with all art the responsibility and privilege to extract and hold up for witness the images-no matter how uplifting or despicable-found in the mirror of its time.
Snake wanders in these images-witnessing as well as participating in the catastrophic changes in climate-the loss of biodiversity and the suffering of animals-the acceleration of violence both personal and global and the endless sophistication of instruments intended to make numbness bearable.
The poems are also those of the witness. They are the poems of the child as it was told the names of things-as it was injured or loved or both at the same time-as it remembers against this collective backdrop the time when it and the world were without comparisons and new to the day.
The Snake Quartet is for that child and the ones to come-who will know by what we leave them how truly alone or accompanied they are.
S NAKE :
O RIGINAL G RACE
We may well be leaving to coming generations debris, desolation and filth. The pace of consumption, waste and environmental change has so stretched the planet s capacity that our contemporary lifestyle, unsustainable as it is, can only precipitate catastrophes.
-Pope Francis
We have not taken to the streets for you to take selfies with us, and tell us that you really admire what we do. We children are doing this to wake the adults up. We children are doing this for you to put your differences aside and start acting as you would in a crisis. We children are doing this because we want our hopes and dreams back.
-Greta Thunberg
Chorus
Snake remembers a time when
The aspiration of light flowed like blood
In a vein connecting different worlds
Where survivors stumbled between
Walled-off communities while some folks
Hid in towers burning books to keep warm-
Learning to live without substance
In the ghost towns of themselves.
Snake is fluid in an ocean of falling
Light incidentally filled with the discarded
And forlorn pieces the darkness
Leaves behind it like broken skies
In a wet spot that once was snow.
Maybe this don t mean much
To the besotted blowers of the fume
Suck