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| Séance - Neil Wedman |
I have been reflecting about what is not and who is not. That led me to think of the noise of the Big Bang or the images of stars that have exploded. We get these sounds and images long after the reasons for the sounds and the explosions are gone.
This poem by my Mexican poet friend and novelist Homero Aridjis always comes to mind.
Carta de México
Por estas callejuelas
ancestros invisibles
caminan con nosotros
ruidos de coches
miradas de niños
y cuerpos de muchachas
los traspasan
Impalpables y vagos
frente a puertas que ya no son
y puentes que son vaciós
los atravesamos
mientras con el sol en la cara
nosotros vamos también
hacia la transparencia
Letter from Mexico
Invisible ancestors
walk with us
through these back streets
car-noises
the stares of children
young girls’ bodies
cross through them
Weightless vague
we travel through them
at doorways that no longer are
on bridges that are empty
while with the sun on our faces
we too
move toward transparency
Homero Aridjis
Eyes to See Otherwise - Ojos de otro mirar
Selected Poems
Edited by Betty Farber and George McWhirter
I can begin to understand why Henry Ford and Harry Houdini were involved in the first half of the 20th century with séances. I do not believe in them but I see the fascination.
For anybody who has studied calculus and knows of asymptotic hyperbolas it is then known some things happen at infinity but not before then.
With that same calculus, no matter how they clean an ocean oil spill, remnants of it will remain and will only disappear completely when that curve slowly but surely hits the y or x axis at infinity.
To me all the above is my rationalization for my obsession with the noting of my Rosemary’s presence. It may not be there corporally but it is there perhaps in the remnants of a breath or of a word addressed to me.
When I walk Niño around the block his living presence of my Rosemary is there and there is nothing that I can do to dissipate it. It is then when I remember that lovely poem by Homero Aridjis Carta de México.
I adore my framed Neil Wedman Séance I proudly display in my living room.