Sunday, June 21, 2015

Mind Murals - Acceptance!

Dear Readers,

I have joyful news!  Some of my poems and two photographs have been accepted to Sigma Tau Delta's 2015 edition of the regional online journal Mind Murals.  In anticipation of its upcoming publication, I thought I would put out this notice to alert you to the fact that - once they are published - you can read the accepted poems HERE.

In the meantime, a little something to whet your literary appetites (published in this year's Agora):

Exhalation
By Caitlin Clancy
Copyright 2014

“Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!” (Luke 12:27-28)

Driven and driven and driven
And done
Riven and riven and riven –
The sun
The cart-horse, the apple
The leaf
And the spoon
Baldrics and blades
And the white
Of the moon
Time and cold space
And bold life
Burnt asunder
Leveling, leveling, leveling
Under
All in the death
In the breath
Of the thunder
Driven and driven and driven
And done.




Sunday, May 10, 2015

A Response to Emily Dickenson’s “Faith is a Fine Invention”

Just a Sunday tidbit.  Perhaps it is not very profound, but...!

A Response to Emily Dickenson’s “Faith is a Fine Invention”
By Caitlin Clancy
Copyright 2015

Faith is a fine dimension
When gentleman can’t see
But only faith and reason
Can truly make them free

Thursday, April 23, 2015

This Just In...

Greetings, Faithful Readers!

My hiatus from posting is now (mostly) at an end.  At long last, this year's issue of Agora has been published, and I am happy to say that two of my submissions were accepted, one of which I will share with you now.

So - enjoy!

 +JMJ
On the Wayside
By Caitlin Clancy
Copyright 2014

To my mother

On the crest of a bare vermillion hill
Bathed in bold breeze, wind’s breath like thunder
Gold in the glow and red thereunder
He fastened his purple cloak asunder
And took the wind like wine

Full fair of face and flushed in cheek
Standing like the brazen gods of old
He wore his purpose, a priestly cope
Eyes blazing and blue, burgeoning hope
With an ice that refused the cold

From that earth-proud brow he strode below
And knelt at the wood-hewn shrine
And he thought upon the waves that laugh
And the mysteries of the world, and Bath
And the heathen praise that was a calf
Gold that is all too fine

The figures’ wood had stilled their gaze
But yet their eyes with tears seemed raw
Her night-blue cloak long rain had faded
And the God-child’s whiteness no traveler aided
But both as one seemed too poor to be raided
The last sign Njal’s race saw

Power-carved hands clutch at fiercer face
His memory is pain
For they who strew maiden’s death and run
Took the fine filly-mares black and dun
Baptized and blessed and given by none
Save the sacrament of a grave sun

He wept then and was not ashamed
But for his countrymen’s curse and their vibrant sin
But still he thought the Child looked on him
And the Lady softly smiled

He remained as still and wood as they
While the wind buffeted, dried his face
And he knew the lot of the Northern blood
The last of those who fled the Flood
The bane of Adam’s race

Rising then there rose with him
A dignity restored
No more the fearsome living death
With dragon’s fire and demon’s breath
Could cloud one from the line of Seth
The third of Adam born

Down the sea road he strode again
Back to the ships that sway
But first he rev’renced his Mother dear,
And her God-child at play

Soon came the wind-night and swallowed them all
Into soft, velvety maw
The shrine in the white of Diana’s ray
Saw the ships go with the passing of day
But still he looked back through the dawn-mist grey
For the faded blue that he could almost say
Was deeper sapphire than the woodless way
On this, his Mother’s day.





Sunday, November 16, 2014

Let's Hear it for Hopkins: an Analysis of "As kingfishers catch fire"

Greetings, friends!

Something remarkable dawned on me today - I have a blog!  And I have been characteristically remiss about posting.  Unfortunately, until I am out of school in May I fear my posts will remain sporadic; however, I hope to make those few that do appear quite engaging.

That said, regarding Hopkins: an English writer during the Victorian period, Hopkins was a Catholic priest (a Jesuit) known for his rather curious style (known as "sprung rhythm") and his inventions of the terms "instress," "inscape," and "selving."  If you are unfamiliar with his life and with these terms (and in the interests of not prolonging this already necessarily lengthy post), may I direct you to his page on the almighty Wikipedia?

Though, I now note, that page has a section on the very poem I have examined (by the way, you can find the original poem online HERE), I have not used this article in preparation of my own interpretation and, as such, any similarities to that text are purely coincidental.

Very good.  And now....

“[W]hat in God’s eye he is – ”: Hopkins’s View of Selving in “As kingfishers catch fire”
By Caitlin Clancy
Copyright 2014
            In his vibrant poem “As kingfishers catch fire,” Gerard Manley Hopkins expresses the action of selving as he believes it occurs both in all of created beings and also, in a very particular way, in man.  For Hopkins, it seems that man not only selves differently than the animals, plants, or inanimate objects of the world, but also that man selves in a higher way – towards a higher end.  Man’s selving, in the view of Hopkins, poet and Catholic priest, is meant to make him more like the God in whose divine image he was created.  Human selving is, therefore, for Hopkins a process marked by acts of goodness, and thus of conformity to the will of God and the person of Christ.
At the outset of his work, Hopkins writes: “As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / As tumbled over rim in roundy wells / Stones ring; …” (1-3).  The first part of Hopkins’s poem focuses on the created world and on all inscapes, living and nonliving, that exist within it: he highlights “kingfishers,” “dragonflies,” and “Stones.”  In these, Hopkins seems to – characteristically – see an expression of God and God’s glory: for him, “kingfishers catch fire” and “dragonflies draw flame” – that is, he associates these animals with the brightness and power of the element fire, itself often associated with God the Holy Spirit.  Moreover, Hopkins views these creatures as active, and as participating in God, the Prime Mover, through their own motion; the “kingfishers catch fire” and the “dragonflies draw flame” (1, emphasis added).  Even the nonliving beings, for Hopkins, here possess motion and action: the “Stones ring” as they are “tumbled over rim in roundy wells” (3, 2, emphasis added). 
Further, this action of created beings seems to constitute part of selving.  Hopkins writes that,
…like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves – goes itself; myself it speaks and spells
For Hopkins, the “kingfishers,” “dragonflies,” and “Stones” (and by extension, other created beings as well), are “like” the individual “tucked string[s]” which “[tell]” of themselves: “myself it speaks and spells” (1, 3, 7).  Thus their action, their motion, is directed towards attaining and expressing the fullness of their being. These creatures are, too, like “each hung bell” whose “Bow” through action (when it is “swung”) “finds tongue to fling out broad its name” – that is, proves able to communicate what it itself is (Hopkins 3, 4).  And this, moreover, they do with great energy, as Hopkins’s verbs convey: they “catch,” “draw,” are “tumbled,” “ring,” and “fling” (1, 2, 3, 4).  In Hopkins’s view, the essence of this energetic selving action is that “[e]ach mortal thing does one thing and the same”; put differently, all living beings, for Hopkins, selve – through a process of becoming more fully what they are and ought to be, they outwardly express their essence (5).  Every one of them “[d]eals out” its own “being” which “dwells” inside it (or “indoors,” as he puts it) (Hopkins 6).  Thus, all creatures display through their selving something of the glory of God with which they are endowed.
But while merely mortal beings – such as the animals and inanimate objects Hopkins mentions – may selve into inscapes simply by becoming more fully themselves alone, by each “go[ing] itself” and “speak[ing]” and “spell[ing]” its “myself” in the world, still human beings, for Hopkins, seem to be able to experience a higher kind of selving (7).  Hopkins indicates this when he transitions to his second stanza.  He states: “I say more:” – indicating both by direct wording and by punctuation that he is about to go beyond what he previously stated (Hopkins 9).  “I say more:,” Hopkins declares, adding, “the just man justices” (9).  This line is notable first for the fact that it is the first time in the poem Hopkins speaks directly of man – and thus his transition highlights all the more the difference he sees between the selving of human and non-human beings.  Moreover, when he does here refer to man, he speaks of “the just man” in particular who, apparently, “justices” (Hopkins 9).  Hopkins here cleverly changes a noun – justice – into an unusual verb (“justices”) (9).  What Hopkins here suggests, apparently, is that a human being, like all other beings, selves and becomes more what he is: in this case, “the just man” becomes more just by doing just actions (9). 
Hopkins, however, takes the matter further: for him, such a man “[k]eeps gráce: that keeps all his goings graces; / Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is – / Chríst…” (10-12).  Thus, man, or at least “the just man,” maintains grace within his soul (and so “[k]eeps grace”) by acting always in accordance with the grace and law of God and never contrary to it (he “keeps all his goings graces”).  Moreover, in so doing, such a man behaves, in God’s view, in a holy manner – that is, as Christ would – and in this way all the more “[a]cts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is” (Hopkins 11).  For the man who lives according to the law of God necessarily imitates Jesus and thus becomes like Him; hence, “the just man… / …in God’s eye” is, in a way, “Chríst” (Hopkins 10-11, 12).  It may also be said – and perhaps Hopkins deliberately means to intimate something of the sort – that not only is “the just man” in particular like Christ but, indeed, all men are, in a way, like Christ in God’s view, for He sees all human beings as his sons and daughters, and because Christ died to redeem all mankind.  Thus, as Hopkins, a Catholic priest, surely knows, all men ought to be like Christ – and so, in this way, it would seem that men are meant to selve into Christ-like beings.  They are intended to become “in God’s eye, what in God’s eye” they are – that is, the living image of His Son (Hopkins 11).
Hopkins expresses this sentiment again when he writes, “…for Christ plays in ten thousand places / Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his / To the Father through the features of men’s faces” (12-14).  It is men – men who live justly and according to God’s grace – who make Christ present in the world.  Through their actions and conformity to Christ’s image, men, far more so than any animal, plant, or object, are able to bring Christ to others and are the only earthly beings able to – like Christ – consciously do the will of the Father.  And, thus, through them “Christ plays in ten thousand places” and men become “[l]ovely” to God through their own beings (“through the features of [their] faces”) because they conform to His desire in the context of their own individual callings (Hopkins 12, 13). 
Thus man, for Hopkins, selves in a special way that the animal, vegetable, and mineral inscapes of the world cannot.  Man alone, for Hopkins, selves in such a way that he becomes not only more fully man, but also transforms to become more fully God-like.  Men, in contrast to other, lower, inscapes, selve by doing a will that is beyond their own. Hopkins states of the lesser beings in nature that they “[cry] Whát I dó is me: for that I came” – that is, their sole purpose would seem to be fulfilling their own limited existence through expression of their own essence and nothing more – but man’s task is much different (8).  Like Christ, who said, “For I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me” (words that Hopkins echoes, and seems to deliberately use for purposes of juxtaposition, in referring to the selving of lesser creatures) man is meant to act according to God’s will rather than his own desire (John 6:38).
Hence, while it remains true that, in Hopkins’s view, “[e]ach mortal thing does one thing and the same” – that is, selves – still the manner of that selving proves different for creatures in different orders of being.  For Hopkins, because man is part of a higher created order than animal, vegetable, and mineral life, he selves in a singular way.  That is, man becomes more fully the likeness of the God in whose image he was uniquely made.  It is men, and men alone, who can please God in this way: through “the features of men’s faces” – and not those of any other created beings – does “Christ [play] in ten thousand places” and become “[l]ovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his / To the father” (Hopkins 12, 13-14, emphasis added).  To do this, moreover, man must become “just” and “[keep] all his goings graces” by imitating Christ and so, to some extent, becoming Christ in the view of the Father: he selves by “[acting] in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is” (Hopkins 9, 10, 11).  That is – man selves by becoming conformed not to himself, but to Christ.


Works Cited
Hopkins, Gerard Manley. Poems and Prose. “As kingfishers catch fire.” London: Penguin, 1963. 51. Print. 
The Holy Bible: Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition. London, Eng.: Oxford UP, 1966. Print.


Friday, September 26, 2014

On the Verge of October...

Or very nearly that, anyway.  It seemed meet to me that I get in at least one pseudo-post before September was out.  And how that month has flown away from me!  As ever, dear readers, I crave your indulgence for my extended leave....

For the present, then, I offer a few literary morsels to tease your little grey neurons.  Two have made their appearance already in The Crusader, and one (the first) is on its way to publication hopefully in this coming month's issue.  Good luck, then, and guess away!  Answers can be found on the "Answers" page above.

1M.
I point with three hands
I run without feet
I count without words
What am I?
  
2M.
Spreading arms
Above, below
Falling hands,
New ones grow
What is it ?

3M.
Tied to the floor
Laps at the roof
Mouth is the door
Jailer, the tooth
What is it?

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Finally! A Return to the More Poetic Side of Things....

Fair welcome back to you, friends!  My latest offering I provide you here, after somewhat of a long dearth of poetic productions; make of it what you will!  Just one reminder before you forge ahead: the world is not always as it seems....


+JMJ

Stille Nacht*

By Caitlin Clancy
Copyright 2014

“He said, ‘Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.’ Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence.  When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.”
            1 Kings 19:11-14

The lamb cries out
In the sheltered fold
Against the cold
Against the cold
The lamb cries out
In the sheltered fold
And the ewe answers back

The wild white starts
Burn in the night
Ever so bright
Ever so bright
The wild white stars
Burn in the night
And the young child looks on

Softly the wind
Walks in the dark
Caressing the lamb
Fondling the lark
Softly the wind
Walks in the dark
And the prostrate world lies still.




*German for Silent Night.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Hot Off the Presses...

Riddles!  Hopefully some more poetry to follow soon;  I have had a few rather good ideas in recent days.  For now,  here are a few of my latest brain-benders.  Answers provided in the customarily indicated location (above).  Bon appétit! 

1L.
I am uncontrollable
Uncritical
And uncautious;
Women sought me
Bacchus taught me
Ophelia I drowned
Ludwig I crowned
What am I?


2L.
Hand of the leg
Prostrate on the ground
Moves to seek new places
Never knows what’s found
What is it?