The Argument
By Tracy Ryan
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Poems of keen appraisal and survival,bound by a cohesive vision, form this collection, whichfeatures the work of Australian poet Tracy Ryan. Revealing the poet's preoccupation with mortality, this compilation deals with the cold cross-examiner death by responding with life.
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The Argument - Tracy Ryan
HOME FIRES
1.
Dicing all day time against fuel
against sundown, teasing, eking it out
recalled each hour or so
by the sudden drop, on an unseen leash,
since this is the chore
that usually falls to you as the stronger,
cutter, carter, coaxer
and stoker.
Your absence translates as
a series of small failures and revivals
on my part, merely keeping it up,
and the basket gone wanting again,
the traipse, the replenishing …
Just one more thing
to add to the routine, but I need
constant reminding;
resistance, as they say,
always has meaning.
2.
You take away their spirit, they expire
And return to their dust.
– Psalm 104: 29
Deserted as you too are by
that third presence,
the heat we generate
sleeping side by side,
ghost that proceeds
from a proud, purported godhead,
alone now, halved now, I
swaddle myself within the bed,
layer on layer, pupate,
parenthetical huddle,
this interval, this icy space
I must cross.
3.
And loss of that other heat,
blind heat
that blazes in both
senses,
a trail through the thick dark,
your frame,
the permanent flint
of your bones that graze
and find their answering
soft hollows,
by contrast heavily banked, so
slow to ignite,
but never expended.
LAMB
Seems to leap at some unseen will
surprising herself, ad libitum,
a sneeze, a seizure in motion, a tic
ecstatic, mini-mystic, pure impulse, hauled up
and dropped by magic, now limp as a hanky,
now all spring and muscle. Three weeks
and the ground, great fontanelle, still hasn’t set
under her feet, too sweet to call cloven,
they are dolls’ feet, tottering, abridged.
Sniffing us out by the toes, how we do this
upright and hard thing, she’s nibbling
grass, leaf and plastic, everything grist
to a new soul-mill, runs rings around
small boy on trampoline, three years, who notes
twin marks on her neck where the eagle grabbed
and lost her to life, on her head twin buds
that will one day be all the horns
she has.
GIVE
And these nodes that start to gnarl my fingers?
– Vivian Smith, ‘The Return’
My small child, smooth, himself
distinguished only by dimples,
likes to place his fingertip
in pouches crept up on me,
despite me,
at knuckles and elbows. Buttons,
he says, and giggles
at these points of slackness, balloons
gone airless, the perished elastic
of a hand-me-down he never dreams
he’ll wear, though once, it’s true,
I encompassed him
snug as a bug before he shucked me off.
Now I let him try each joint, obedient
as a puppet, back and forth – when bent,
as sleek as anyone’s,
but only straighten, and stiffen,
and there’s the accommodation, ring upon ring,
the looser, lesser fit
between inside and out.
REHEARSAL
Tiptoe and whisper, we crouch wherever
a space is found, each week, to listen
as the real work goes on here, oblivious,
with or without us, possessing
through bone and organ in
sublime indifference, the way the ocean
crashes, drags back, swelling, enriching itself
with each cell it swallows –
so this orchestra in potentia, absorption
in all senses, awash with the smell
of brass and varnish, careless of occasional
audience from the junior class:
you, small but compulsive as when staring down The Gap,
me in helpless attendance, straining