Arts+Culture

Arts+Culture

We Are the Eighth Day, © Melanie Weidner

Poetry

Fallujah (11/8/04)

On lines near maple’s blaze I pin our flowered sheets.
Spilled gold speaks, crisp, under my feet.
Above: bare branches, birdsong, blue.

Today in your streets our blasts of heavy metal boom,
drown out all calls: to arms, to prayer.
And I am so ashamed. Brave Sister,

Are you still standing, hanging out white linen, black robe,
putting on the line what is clean, lifting it
into whatever sun shines there today?



Film

Trouble the Water

Tia Lessin and Carl Deal’s documentary Trouble the Water is a devastatingly effective depiction of the experience and aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. It isn’t the first: Spike Lee’s exhaustive, four-hour When the Levees Broke ran on HBO in 2006.
Film

Man on Wire

On August 7, 1974, around 7:15 A.M., just as New York City was waking up and trudging off to work, a 24-year-old Frenchman was taking a walk on a metal cable that was strung between the twin towers of the still-uncompleted World Trade Center.
Poetry

". . . and our hearts are restless . . ."

Pontificating to the very last,
I speak my feeble voice to the void,
Caught by the lure Abba-Mater has cast.

Though wise ones shun a loud iconoclast,
Titanic times demand one must be heard,
Pontificating to the very last.

The time for kissing rings of power is past,
Emoluments I sought I now avoid,
Caught by the lure Abba-Mater has cast.

I am gill-caught, like Peter, in a net,
And I’ve betrayed, and wept, whimpering guilt,
And still pontificated to the last.

Jahweh has set sheer longing in the soul,
Nostalgia’s gravity, pure restlessness,
Dangling the lure Mater-Abba has cast.

The requiem the mighty Mozart sought
Is always there, not here; and for this while,
Pontificating to the very last,
I take the lure Mater-Abba has cast.