Once upon a time in the Seventies, I wrote a long poem called Gathering the Light. Now, thanks to digital technology, I can use the title of that book as the name of a new blog.
Back in the proverbial day, I co-published a little poetry magazine called openspaces. In the preface I wrote, “There is no use pretending we live in a closed ‘poetic’ world in which we do not need to know what is going on about us and then think we can invent poetry.” An open space, windowless. A dream concerning the business of imagination. . . .”
We live in windowless times, now — a space so public, so imaginative, so full of dreams that I have awakened to discover that I can hardly find my way around it. And this is why I’ve decided to do what’s necessary: to gather the light.
In a way, the light I gathered many years ago was morning light. Now, thanks to my wife, Delia Cabe‘s eye for the new, digitally open spaces, I am beginning to gather the light of the afternoon — not my light but the light of a revolutionary new day.