Dark Archive
By Laura Mullen
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Laura Mullen’s fourth collection is a sequence of beautifully interrelated poems that explores how to accurately represent the reality of change and loss. Mullen pinpoints what is at stake: the possibility of communication and connection—and the hope of intimacy. Invoking Wordsworth’s "I wandered lonely as a cloud," she pushes experiments in consciousness against their boundaries in an array of poetic forms. Poetic tropes are measured against natural phenomena as Mullen examines what "witness" might mean in the context of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, the failures of capitalism to effect social justice, the murder of James Byrd in Texas, the personal loss of a mother figure, and a disintegrating love affair.
Laura Mullen
Laura Mullen’s first collection of poems, The Surface, was chosen as a National Poetry Series selection; her second collection, After I Was Dead, was selected for the University of Georgia Press Contemporary Poetry Series. She is also the author of Subject (UC Press), and two hybrid texts: The Tales of Horror and Murmur.
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Dark Archive - Laura Mullen
CLOUD COVER
window / candle
this light that looks like
lightning
outside is inside
sputtering dance
of tattered flame
in a draft between
doors
knot of wick
softening wall
of wax
it’s not that
"I don’t understand
why you had to be taken
from us"
but any act
of understanding
turns back
halted at reflecting
glass
to my need
for meaning in this
life
clouds in a window
scud by
seemingly
flashing dark and
bright
guttering sky my brief
vision
of the worlds
that with you go
out
the light
drowned in its own
fuel
a little smoke
this glaucous
spill of cooling wax
wisps
of almost opaque
air
blown past
No Voice
Wandered lonely in the voice of another who had no voice
This is what I remember
Two figures by the water’s edge, stopped by such beauty, one numbers
The complaints travel the body stop nowhere never stop are always
Later by an open window notebook open This is what I remember . . .
Who had no voice she said, still, but I wonder how you are
I wandered like like
refusing the information
I wandered, realizing I hadn’t mourned, and that I would still
In the Space between Words Begin
In the space between words begin
Attempt
In the space
At dawn the newly risen dead uncomfortable
In their restored bodies
Situation: from ‘wandering’ to rest—
Loneliness to solitude. Believing
Is seeing, experience
An accrual of images
The newly risen dead find their bodies
Uncooperative, awkward, ugly as in any
Horror flick
I wandered lonely as a van full of hippies
In Texas
In the space between words roots
what shall I talk about
Situation: a man at his desk pages through
Another’s writing closes his eyes seeks rhymes
For the following: daffodils, thought . . .
I fear I can no longer think
I fear I am no longer that which thinks
Or that a certain kind of thinking’s lost
Light, light, light, light. Let there be a place
From which a way seems clear or clearer
Out of the house into the golden
And never
Remediation Attempt
(winter 2005 lower 9th ward)
signs gone streetlights people
lines between inside and out
destroyed in the flood the word
destroy with troy in it letters of
a word lonely meaning stopped
starts sounds
the decision to use a frame of time
to inhabit it habit like
going to the wall where the mirror was
expecting to see yourself seeing
the wall (if that’s all) recalled
lines between house and yard yard
and street lost my house your house
his her their our high green weeds
surround an isolated concrete stoop
in what’s left remember membrane
this blurred view through swaying cut
plastic makes a room within
the stripped room containing dust
promising to continue
but this respirator she was holding it out
there’s something wrong with it
I Wandered Networks like a Cloud
That floated o’er my couch, remote
In one hand, drink in the other, as a crowd
On the screen (frightened, enraged)
Fled the tanks beneath the leaves
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine,
These wars, these displaced refugees,
Filmed in never-ending lines
Along the margins and at bay.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Hurrying nowhere, like worried ants.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Bent weeping over loved bodies:
A poet could not but be gay,
Far from such desperate company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that satellite dish
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
To channel surf the world’s ills.
The Author Is Not
Dead the author is a closed
Account occluding you
Clued in or out another
One and only clouding
Ground as stony as an autre
Clod the author’s nothing
But another method
Aloud to be allowed ssssh he
Billows up wherever we
Might see too many meanings
Crowding round about a shroud
Is not afraid of making a sound
The author is not lonely as a cad
As arias the areas of air we are arise
To spin within convention
Centers’ centers cannot hold
The hell of whole untolled
And where an urgent surge
Of suggestion floods the subject
With reflections sssssh he is still
Turning the town upside down
Adrift in the riffs these rifts
Allow so if a reader running
Aground on the drowned sounds
A thunder or dunderhead under-
Stand my numbered superfund
Friends it’s only an end to an end
Where a mind wanders
the author’s
Already in his head a recollected
Glance back over a salt’s shoulder
Where chances a roof to dance
On the golden waves of the wake
Of departure the other
Are a crowd
Not disappeared just disavowed
In case you wondered
I Wandered (Phony) As
Far as the local authorities let me
On the tightly lashed leash
Of this look and leave
Policy; lonely
As a clown . . .
By and By
The necessity or so it seems of forcing
A shape