Amor Vacui: Poems
By T.A. Tomax
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T.A. Tomax
T.A. Tomax, the author of the novella Wrestling the Ally, chronicles here the journey of a soul to the outer limits of passion – and out of the ashes of absence and despair into the clear light of the love of life in all its particulars: this tree, this dragonfly, this rock, this afternoon walk, and yes, this grief and this joy. It is simply breathtaking to follow Tomax from the starkness of erotic obsession to the wonders of a deeply textured world of light and shadow, leaf and stone; from finding the world in the beloved to finding the beloved in the world itself: splendid, fragrant, sensual, full of sound and form and color, utterly solid and utterly itself. And yet, Tomax transcends the natural world by a deeply felt seriousness and simplicity of tone that ultimately transforms evocation into invocation and worship. Amor Vacui, indeed.
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Amor Vacui - T.A. Tomax
Contents
Part I Speaking the Body
The Gesture of Hope: Telling Stories
Coming Untethered
Speaking
About Me
Tired
Words into Flesh
Suddenly I Am So Happy
Opening
What I Want
Prometheus, or: The Requirement of Pain
On Your 55th Birthday
Night Creatures
The World, Taken
Lullaby
Waiting
Warten
Was Uns Geschieht
Sagen, Sagen
Coda
Part II Bardo
Fear
Tides
This Body
Your Creature
Prometheus Revisited
Wie Das Ist Fuer Mich
How It Is That You Are Where I Am
Seltsam
To Be Your Torch
The Concept of January
The Concept of You, on the Other Hand…
New Years Eve and Day
Part III Quietus
Going to Bed
What Now?
Shipwreck
Burning
Absence
Upon Waking
About Pain
Beautiful Mess
Something You Won’t Want to Hear
The Blessing of Horses
What Suffices
Hiking at Night in the Mountains
How I Use You
This Morning
Saturday Morning
Maybe Not
The Horse He Was
Little Horse Lost
Dreaming of You
Sunday
Sliding Down
Visions of that Room
The Blade You Are
Waiting
Friday Evening
Another Tuesday Not Showing Up in Your Office
Sunday Morning 12:21 AM: The Smell of Rain
In the Bookstore
I Don’t Know Where to Go
I Wish I Could Stop
Another Storm Coming
A Sunny Day
A Tree in Late April
After the Downpour
How Strange
You, Still
Falling Fallow
Untruth
Full Moon
Walking To My Car
Why It’s a Bad Idea To Get in Touch with You
Today Is One of Those Days
My Nights
Here Is What Happens
Kissing You in a Dream
It Is Late
Part IV The World
At Night
The World
Early Evening, After It Stopped Raining
You Again
What Kind of Animal We Are
Pea Fowl
Suddenly a Sunny Day
The Rest of My Day
Nightfall from My Desk
Pornographic Poem
Hiking at Sunset in the Mountains
Wading the Stream in the Late Afternoon
Another Evening Walk in the Mountains
Momentary Difficulty
What Really is Going on as I am Writing a Poem, or: What is the Deal with Time (and Other Species) Anyway?
Evening Walk
Saturday Hike to the Waterfall
Sunday Hike (Ridge Trail)
Monday in the Canyon
Walking at Dusk
Thinking of You
Standing Under a Very Tall Pine Tree at Dusk
Arriving
Meeting a Raven
Where the Ravens Sleep
Strange Weather
Crying in the Lap of a Tree
Evening Walk with a Temperature
Walking After Having Been Sick
Kissing the Tree
Visions of You with Horses
After Standing on the Bridge and Looking Down at the Stream, Crying
A Hike to the Waterfall
When Will This Stop?
What I Am
Where Everyone Sleeps
Same Old Story
On a Very Hot Saturday
What Walking in the Foothills Does for Me
Sudden Understanding
Walking in the City of My Youth
A Day At The Pool
Last Night
By The Pool
Who I Kissed and What I Saw in the Woods
Falling Silent
What Remains of the World
Last Day of July (Afternoon)
Spaeter
Spaeter II
Auf der Burgruine
Wandern mit meiner Freundin
Rain
Nothing to Say
Only One Way
Coming Home to the Canyon
The World This Morning
Early in the Morning
Early Evening
After Twilight
Keeping Still
Forgetting You (It’s Been Almost a Year Now)
A Sky Full of Bats
Night
Nearing Night
Looking on Trees
The Comfort of Trees
These Thoughts of You
I Went into the Canyon Today
During My Lunch Break
Morning in the Canyon
Yesterday Night
Tonight
Who You Cannot Be
Passing By
Sundown
Morning in the Canyon
Seed of the World (After Reading About the Next Planned Lunar Mission in the Paper)
There Is This Moment After Sundown
Giving Up
Standing in the Dry Bed of the Stream
Morning Walk in September in the Canyon, or: Fall Even Here
What Matters
A Small Part of My Day in the Mountains
What I Cannot Have (Because It’s Too Late for Walking)
What Else I Cannot Have
Evening Walk
Leaning Against the Trunk of My Pine Tonight
Where I Belong (Amor Vacui)
Freak of Nature
After Talking to You on the Phone, Saying Nothing
Overcast Evening
In the Morning
High in the Mountains
Yesterday
Bobcat Poem
Swimming at Night
What I Saw (And What I Didn’t See) This Evening
Grace in the Mountains
October Night
Chinese Full Moon
What Better Way to Spend My Day
What I Considered
Remembering Yesterday
Another Day
The Misfortune of Chancing into the Museum During Art Night
This Morning Gray and Still and Wrapped in Clouds
On This Monochrome Day of Business and Clatter
Another Day Without Sun
These Days Are Dull
Getting Tired of It
Walking in the Canyon in the Morning Sun
I Love the Starkness of these Bare White Cliffs
Inspiration Point
I Am Made of Light
Undead
Autumn in the Mountains
Litany
Friday Night Swim in November
Part IV Shelter
I Keep Thinking…
That I Can Sit Here at My Desk So Calmly (More or Less)
I Have Been Turning This Way and That
I Want You to Know
And This I Know Is True
Your Message on Saturday
Sunday Walk in November (With Picnic)
I Have, Somewhat, Returned
What You Are to Me
Hiking in the Mountains With the Weather Changing
Canyon Trail
Night Falling Fast
The Full Moon
Night Again
Vampire’s Kiss
What I Said
Late Autumn in the Mountains
And There You Are Again
Nothing to Be Done About That
Another Day in the Mountains
A High Wind in the Mountains
Abgesang
Do Not Forget
Worship all you can see, and more will appear.
–Peter Shaffer, Equus
These Pages Are Dedicated To
MLS—who helped create 2 decades worth of fuel
ML—who set it all on fire
BB—who led me out of the conflagration
WBB—who, years later, keeps showing me the reality of water
Introductory Note
These poems, read in the order in which they are presented,
form a narrative whole.
Part I
Speaking the Body
The Gesture of Hope: Telling Stories
Poised lightly on this farthest shore of your life
You speak and you speak
You speak and words like jewels
Spill from your mouth
You take them up and
Weaving language into shining strands
Studded with the dark gems of the unsayable
You fling the dazzling net into a world
You imagine inhabited.
Meanwhile
You keep moving.
If you stopped you might drown in
What rises from
Within.
Coming Untethered
When I was sitting in that room across from you
Suddenly:
Something happened.
I looked out of the window.
Sun slanting down.
I looked at you.
I recognized the feeling and I
Left abruptly.
Then I forgot.
Later, there you were:
You thought yourself in me.
I read your words.
What dangerous ground: as if
I did not always know that words precisely
Will undo me.
So now:
How to stop this upsurge of
Desire?
How not to stop it?
Speaking
It is not your words
It’s that your words fall into me
Calling forth words of my own.
It is not my words
It’s that you take my words
Replying with more.
It’s not that I say it.
It’s that you hear it—
And speak back.
About Me
I must tell you what I know
(However limited this knowing is):
There is little levity in me.
There is only I.
A beast among beasts
Beset by speech.
Tired
I am so tired.
I wish I could just drift on a river
Glinting green and golden in the light
Shadows of leaves dappling the murky waters
And the smell of mud and the sounds of life that is only
Concerned with itself:
Little spiders in the arching foliage above