The Greenwood Poet
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The Greenwood Poet spent two years spelunking the archive, grounds, and barrows of Greenwood Cemetery - America's oldest and greatest rural cemetery. While there, he uncovered stories of love and loss, stories of shipwreck and tragedy. And he met several Fae creatures who had something to say about New York city. Written mo
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The Greenwood Poet - Lancelot Schaubert
Facts to keep in mind :
Assumptions to keep in mind before reading these poems:
1. I grew up poor and among relatively uneducated folk of mixed heritage (Gaelic Catholic, Yiddish German, German Lutheran, Cherokee, Blackfoot, some Roma -- a blend of what others call white trash
or the yellow people
), therefore I've never taken a poetry class. This has freed me to do some things with form often forgotten in the MFA and theology wings of most colleges and literary magazines. Certainly it gives me a perspective on how the poor view poetry, for the folk song and the hip hop stanza have always remained alive and well, whatever everyone else says of the death of poetry. The poor and ignorant know meter, verse, and rhyme even when they can't articulate what they're doing. Yet those folk love the land and its animals like St. Francis and Fred Danback and Chesterton and Noah. They know all the magic names of Brother Sun and Sister Water, Brother Fire and Sister Fawn.
2. I moved to Brooklyn in 2014. For all of my friends and neighbors talk of the letter of the law of eco-friendly, zero-wasteful, sustainable life, most seem woefully unconnected to the land, the lesser beasts, their siblings in bark. I believe this is largely due to the materialist or analytic philosophy undergirding all they do: ecology, for many, is all about efficiency and material causation. Progress, it seems, does not apply to the undergirding moral law and metaphysics that would make it easier for them to save the planet.
3. Meanwhile many of my friends in the homeland of Southern Illinois (Bellhammer) and Missouri and parts of Gergia seem unable to draw a clean lifeline from their neoplatonic faith and the passionate conservation pioneered by their conservative hero Theodore Roosevelt, who started the national park program. They seem dead-set on privatizing national parks, a policy that would benefit none of them and would likely benefit only oil barons, rich bankers, and dreaded coastal elites capable of buying up said land. Conservatism, it seems, does not apply to conserving the planet referred to in the hymn This is My Father's World.
4. Weary from and wary of this, I now walk three blocks up from my apartment to Greenwood Cemetery to regularly pray in their chapel, sit by the cherry blossoms in the water, put bare feet on clean grass, rest against brother sycamore and sister willow, meditate, and write poetry. I write one every time I go and I've noticed some things. For one, runners and pets and sports are unwelcome. For another, it's the realm of the dead and half the city's superstitious and the other half fears facing their coming death and the circumstances which shall attend their death. As a result, it's empty almost always. And so I keep the dead company alongside a living and breathing biosphere, goose and goosebuster, bay fig and birdwatcher, snake and sonnet, tree and tower in the background when viewed from the highest point in the cemetery (the highest point in Brooklyn). It's interesting because the high places were places of worship, historically. Some attracted barrows as ours has. Some attracted heretical human sacrifice and sex cults (the prostitute of the epic of Gilgamesh, and Zeus's jealous wives, come to mind). Some, first owned by counts who heard great preaching, ended up gifted to the likes of St. Francis. What do you give to a prayerful monk who took a vow of poverty?
Answer: a mountain. Where he can pray.
That in mind, the more I meditate on Greenwood Cemetery, the more I see the trees sending out shoots into the rest of the land and world to remind it what it has otherwise attempted to imprison behind the black gates. I see spores and seeds and husks and pollens leaving the hills and barrows and seeding themselves in the cracks of tower and tin lizzy and television screen. I hear fresh wind blowing from leaf and lake to scatter smog.
We attempted to jail her, but Sister Nature will not go quietly.
For she and not we holds the keys