A new book of poems
to review, I sit on the bus behind a young woman over whose shoulder
I see if
Sophia is considered as an archetypal figure, then what characteristics
were or were not borrowed from other cultures reminds me of the concept of 'mirror neurons'
discovered by Rizzolatti's group in Parma. The idea is that,
if I watch you pick up a banana, the same neurons fire in my brain
are firing in yours to perform the action. In that sense, our
two brains become less
important. Since she emerged as a bearer of notions from the collective
she would quite naturally display many features in common with a well-thumbed edition of The Portable
"Why are you
reading the Beats?" I ask. She half-turns and replies, "They're
not things consecrated to
the gods, even the bones of sacrificial animals, became themselves
sacred, and the Roman word sacer meant much the same as the
Polynesian tabu. Sacred things were dangerous and had to be
disposed of with proper care when they were no longer candy-coated." "Like many poets of
today?" "Yeah," she grins.
Disembarking in front of
the Natural Foods store—
not lift her voice?
On the hilltop,
on the road,
at the crossways
she takes her stand.