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"...the enduring light in the absorbing collection is love." Kirkus Reviews
#irl is a ravishing and provocative odyssey across the landscape of life. Matthew David Wachsman's collection of poems is a full-throated celebration of our ability to love, reason, cure, support and honor each other. It is also an unflinching exploration of why we can and must do better. He inspires us to believe in ourselves while laying out the possible implications of our failure to act. These poems are a map of the psyche, offering insight into what motivates us and how to better understand and respect each other. Dating, love, fighting, making our community better, growing up and growing old: #irl is the story of us in all of our chaotic, majestic glory.
It includes a poem about an invented word, a word that means a feeling so much greater than love. There are five poems inspired by George Floyd including "A Permanent Stain", about the enslavers who desecrate Wachsman's family past. "Miraculous" looks to the future every human on earth is making in each moment. Wachsman calls us out for self-inflicted wounds but refuses to let go of the very real possibility that with love and courage, we will prevail. We must.
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#irl - Matthew David Wachsman
Dedication
To my father and weekend poet,
David S. Wachsman,
who made with blood and love,
a way to add these words to the world.
I will never know whether they are worthy
of so great a man,
but they are all my blood
and love
could make.
Words, words and more words
These tiny black ink lifeboats
Float on paper ponds
Empathy without awareness is indifference.
#irl
by Matthew David Wachsman
Born Run Line
heart started
tick
I cry on emerging from womb
and begin a finite life
strolling through unused hours
across todays focused on tomorrows
days when nothing happens
months that don’t matter
and years of coasting
my impermanence
shrugged off
each footfall nearer an end
I may never
know how to believe
but now I want
to win
need
to light up every feeling
and burn them hot as sun
my life consuming me
leaving no smoke
nor ash
gasping all the air
into and out
from lungs and flesh
every bit of bone
and clockworks: my heart
lived all the way through
until there is
nothing left
but witness marks
Museum Pieces
We did it
A job well done
Triumphs of art hung to ceilings
(unseen)
filled with noble angels, intimate angles and vertigo hues
pieces with pulses
whose deep breath could flush your face
And music
(unheard)
penetrating
like heat
that would fuse the shattered glass of you
Books to sate and educate
(unread)
with refreshing perspectives and breakthroughs
wisdom and loves that outlast the tales
words sewing wings
to re-awaken dreams of
soaring
We can make ourselves glorious
pause the brushes, cameras, pens and keyboards
heal eyes with unviewed art
restore buoyancy to heavy hearts
through immersion in archived music
awaken resolve while on odysseys in old books
cease creating anything disposable
then look at and love
everything on earth
we did not make
Permit trees to reclaim the land
and
Give leave to animals that they be
allowed
to survive
Lives are indeed the greatest works of all
Instead we monetize clicks
#monetizeclicks #poem #museumpieces #irl
seeking payment for what we make
shelve almost all
refuse the past and accept the future
(untenable)
temporary One
It is always the same
a quickened pulse
the arm rises
in defiance
of gravity
You relish the work the
walk across the
stage the
award the
toast and admiring
words Cherish the
realization
You made it.
Success is a summit but
temporary One
more wondrous souvenir
which fades
You were
born and survived
never again to do
anything
so appreciated
But you will keep
trying
An Era of Lightning
An infant listens to thunder
The gentle chorus
trampolining on streets, houses and hills
like a rabid band of automaton players
clap drum slap shoe smashing ground in soft blur
A mother speaks with soothing assurance
at the distance
all is well with the world, child
all is well
all one tiny instant’s convergence
of hot and cold
of light and blinding darkness
Father and Son
I cry until I wake my daddy and I make the sun rise
returning things to how I want
Daddy tells me it is what the sun does
that it will always come back
as long as I wait
And then he died
and I did not cry
I waited
never thinking
he could not be sure
whether on that one day it was my waiting
or my tears
which brought him back
Pleasure
you can swallow this feeling whole
my mighty joy
rushing upstream in boisterous river
vigorous, vital and free
this rapturous body
pure me made pure you
writhing at the very height of its power
or you can hope these words
are woven net
extracting it from native waters
shall I remove its bones and brains?
Thickly coat in cheese and sweetness?
Go ahead
eat it bite-sized
or behold my feeling alive
and set free
in all its fullness
to jump and romp
on its journey
to you
your pleasure so boundless
as to swarm and overrun mind
wordless
like a smile
A Flood of Words
Irrepressible thoughts restrained
the synaptic straps
snapping
The shoulder blades pulled back like stones in sling shots
The masseter muscles pressing teeth into teeth
An uprising of syllables
massing
and rising up the well
The bucket beneath the rope
flooding over from heavy raindrops
Abdomen pressing guts into spine
wringing two saturated sponges of air
Lateral jaw muscles compress
lowering the drawbridge of the mouth
A hurricane slamming up the trachea
heaving at the straining doors just before
the larynx
she speaks
a single source
feeds many rivers
a clear water flood of words
carves paths deep and wide
greening the arid earth alive
and unleashing in us an unforgiving torrent
blast sprays, projectiles, insults and mud
fusing into a smothering blanket
of angry sludge
drowning people
polluting the sea
and the air and from there
everyone
Protean
Hey, check this out:
Pablo Picasso runs his skateboard down a guardrail
hairpin turns to a sidewalk piano
launches himself off the board
lands in a handstand
and back bends onto piano bench
a move henceforth known as A Full Pablo
then improvises
something so beautiful, piercing
and full of sharp keys
my heart is cut
and I melt
unlocked and opened
onto the ground
In the style of Brahms,
I whisper
Early Dvorak,
he replies
then jumps up
hits stop
on recorder
Signs and sells the skateboard
the keyboard
and the recording
then spray paints a portrait:
Banksy Spray Painting a Wall
on a wall
riffing on Banksy
and better
because it is a Picasso
You should save the world,
I say
squinting
at Picasso eclipsing sun
That’s what I’m doing,
he replies
why aren’t you?
shrugs
has lunch
draws a harlequin
in marker
and signs it
for the restaurant staff
then murmurs to himself
Where to next?
My Message To You
You think you can discern good from evil
But that ability does not exist
You want to be understood
about beliefs you do not understand
You do not feel enough
No one does
Fear and love are
lost in equal measure
when the illusion of safety is worth more than affection
This is my message just for you
Focus on my words
as I whisper your name
in the space between lines
Learn more about that thing you are afraid of
(I am whispering your name)
like so many others who confronted this same fear
(I am whispering your name)
Learn until you accept you’re somewhat wrong about it
(I am whispering your name)
and others were right all along
(I am whispering your name)
then you will be able to love