Silent Acts of Public Indiscretion
By Susan Thomas
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Fierce, haunted, urgent, these are poems that could only have been written in the 21st Century, Catastrophe is already around us and more may lie ahead, but here are offerings of stars, coffee, memories, paintings, and words that stubbornly keep dancing on the edge.
—Joyce Johnson
Susan Thomas’s Silent Acts of Public Indiscretion clarifies the poet’s belief that poems surround us, waiting to be captured. Paris, Italy, imagining death as a bus, visual art, Jewish cooking, and creeping autocracy—these poems merge embodied experience with electric language.
—Sean Singer
Susan Thomas
Susan Thomas is faculty at the Indira Gandhi Institute for Development Research in Bombay. Her research has been in financial econometrics, specifically on models of the volatility of financial prices, and aspects of market microstructure in Indian financial markets. She has also worked on models for the Indian zero coupon yield curve, govt. bond index construction and probability of default for Indian firms. Her work can be accessed on the web at http://www.igidr.ac.in/~susant.
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Silent Acts of Public Indiscretion - Susan Thomas
I
Vacuum
Why are there beings at all
instead of nothing?
—Martin Heidegger
Why dogs or cats? Why jaguars, rats, parakeets, humans?
Why not random chromosomes flying apart?
I want to be vapor, rising like river smoke in the early morning.
We are all these molecules bunched up together, clinging for dear life.
Why so dear? We might suspend ourselves anywhere,
careless of feeling, careless of thought.
We could care less about everything if we just learned to repel—going
our own way to nowhere, for no reason in no time. How lovely to be nothing—
no country, continent, cosmos, to which we pledge allegiance.
To be a black hole—still and invisible, timeless in space.
Strolling Down the Via Negativa
No means yes on the Via Negativa.
Black is white, north runs south, rough
feels smooth, down points up. Dogs bark
sweetly on the Via Negativa, perching
on branches to sing in the trees.
Spending is saving and risk is safety.
War is peace on the Via Negativa.
No one grumbles, no one snarls or has
a nervous breakdown. Nobody’s
scared here, nobody’s weeping.
Courage grows like cancer. Kindness
falls like acid rain on every picket fence.
Nobody dies here, no drive-by shootings,
no cardiac arrests. We’re lucky to live here,
ordering take-out and watching TV,
everyone getting rich on this year’s tax cuts,
waiting for the shuttles to outer space.
And everyone’s in love on the Via Negativa.
Big houses quiver in the sanitized air,
throw open their doors with feckless
abandon, moaning down chimneys,
they lick the stars from the sky.
Open/Shut
And the gesture of closing is always sharper,
firmer and briefer than that of opening.
—Gaston Bachelard
The flower petals slowly open their little fists
to the outside air. The story starts.
I leave my home to travel beyond,
a stranger comes to town.
Nothing happens.
Days later or after that,
the flower flings open its arms.
It flutters in the fickle wind.
The story progresses page by page.
Something happens.
It stops.
The strangers catch each other’s eyes,
catch fingers,
cross paths again and again.
They know the pages they’ve read in the story,
each word bringing another
to the surface.
Petals float
beyond the page.
We know its ending, recognize
how one word, a phrase, an image,
leads us to another—
leads us to its knowable end.
Stifled
What I say to you is never what
I say to you but something else instead.
—Clarice Lispector
I can barely open my mouth.
What comes out is inaudible.
If something would bubble up inside me,
would enter the place that sound begins,
maybe then I would say
what happens between the lines of my breath.
But as it is,
I find nothing to engage my tongue.
I ask you just the same—
hear me.
Crack the shuttered window of my