Friday December 30th 2022
Joan Chittister in The Monastic Way writes:
The Christmas message of peace
reminds us that resistance to evil
does not require power;
it only requires courage.
Then peace can final- ly come.
As Arundhati Roy says,
“There can be no real peace without justice.
And without resistance there will be no justice.”
Today on the morning air
the crows are restless
small birds are hiding
there is a frenzy of arkkkk king
we know thieves of the night
broken eggs fallen from trees
a reminder war rages
while we sing family joy
around our laden Christmas tables
while we celebrate what?
we acknowledge our luck our blessings
with family and friends
while we celebrate what?
Is it war we hide from or peace?
So, are we simply kidding ourselves?
Will the world ever really come to peace?
In fact, is there really any such thing as peace?
And, most of all,
what do we have to do with it?
What are we singing about?
Is all of this so-called feast
nothing more than a too stark reminder
that Karl Marx was right
that religion really is
“the opium of the people”
replace religion with capitalism
fuel it with adds
for what everyone needs
confused with conspiracy
and fake truth or not
lull it with sedatives
not just zoloft or prozac
the escapism we sell to people
either to help them survive the worst
or to help them deny it?
For now with war raging in Ukraine,
with children dying of hungar as I write ,
with seventy million ( the pop of England )
adrift on a sea of the world with out home
some holding on to planks of charity
some with only air to gulp to call life
some sinking in the hunger, some in despair
fifty million in modern slavery
euphonize by any other name
we have to believe in the critical mass
like Peace Warriors who have gone before
in the Hope of Peace
Mary Olive again pulls me up
and out of my well
of powerlessness . . . .
‘I Go Down to the Shore’ by Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver
from A Thousand Mornings, 2012
There’s no doubt about it, Mary Oliver has that gift in her poetry for keeping us on our toes. With a sense of ease she can draw us into an intimate setting, position us carefully, then without warning pull the carpet right from under our feet. One moment we can be lamenting our sorrowful lot to Mother Nature anticipating sympathetic response. The next, by means of a gracious but firm rebuff, we’re pushed back onto our own resources. The opening expectation in this poem is completely upended by the last line: ‘Excuse me, I have work to do.’ For a substance so fluid and supple, the sea’s character is yet unyielding and resolute. Whilst not rejecting our troubled, searching self, it courteously reminds us that to be fully human means learning to swim in all seasonal tides. This includes encountering really difficult undercurrents. The sea carries this knowledge in its own ebb and flow; communicates it via ‘its lovely voice.’
I love pondering the epigraphs, those quotes chosen by Mary Oliver to preface each volume of her poetry. They contextualise her work in a wider literary sphere, invite a lens from which to view the poems in each volume. These epigraphs also give us a clue to her own mindset at particular stages in her life. I Go Down to the Shore is from the volume: A Thousand Mornings. This volume has two epigraphs: The life that I could still live, I should live, and the thoughts that I could still think, I should think – C.J, Jung, The Red Book and Anything worth thinking about is worth singing about – Bob Dylan, The Essential Interviews
One of my favourites is the line prefacing her volume Evidence: We create ourselves by our choices – Kierkegaard
Reflection by Carol O’Connor
Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver
Dog Songs: Poems by Mary Oliver
Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays by Mary Oliver