The End of Michelangelo
By Dan Gerber
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About this ebook
- This is the fourth
Gerber poetry book published by Copper Canyon - Gerber’s work has
appeared in many popular national publications, including The New Yorker;
Poetry; Playboy; Sports Illustrated; and The Nation - Born and raised in
Michigan, Gerber retains strong ties to the Midwest, winning the Mark Twain
Award for Distinguished Contributions to Midwestern Literature, a Michigan
Authors Award, and the Society of Midland
Authors award -
Gerber’s
fiction was brought back into print, and his nonfiction collected in book form,
through Michigan State University Press -
As a
poet, Gerber is known especially for his ability to offer consolation and grace through aesthetic
contemplation, epiphanies in nature, and deep recollection of memories. - Gerber is the only
American poet who also had a career as a race-car driver and was honored with a
limited-edition replica of his car, a1966 Shelby Mustang. (As of January 2022,
you could find one on Ebay for about $250.) - Gerber is an ordained
Zen priest.
Dan Gerber
Dan Gerber's Trying to Catch the Horses (MSU Press) received Foreword Magazine's Book of the Year Award in Poetry, and A Primer on Parallel Lives (Copper Canyon) won the Michigan Notable Book Award. His work has appeared in many journals and anthologies, including The New Yorker, Poetry, The Nation, and The Sun. Along with poetry collections, Gerber has published three novels, a collection of short stories, and two books of nonfiction. He and his wife Debbie live with their menagerie, domestic and wild, in the mountains of California’s Central Coast.
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The End of Michelangelo - Dan Gerber
I
Consciousness seems like a mirror of water which shows
the viewer now the sky, now the depths; and often the water
is jostled and stirred, and makes a multitude of mirrors
and transparencies, an inextricable image.
P AUL V ALÉRY
Walking toward the End
I’m beating north again,
a thousand miles
from the pole, and as it’s
still late summer, I
may get a long way
before cold nights
and the hunger of old age
consume me, a little
lighter each day, having
left more of life’s
sweet confusion in
the grasses I’ve been
tracking through since
crossing above
the tree line a week ago,
toward something
I sense I’ve always been,
my hunger and discomfort only
physical, slaked by the joy
of having nothing
but the next low ridge ahead,
as far as I can see.
World
There is nothing in the picture
you don’t see. That is, there
is nothing in the picture, but
you can’t see it, as there
is also nothing beyond the picture,
which you can see. As you watch
the picture and begin to notice
more, the nothing grows less, but
never less than nothing. For you,
the picture has no separate
being, and, like you, the
nothing in the picture exists.
As children, we learn to see a ball, a tree,
a dog sitting at the moment.
The dog knows little of our confusion, and
yet calms us with her eyes.
Staying Home
for Deb
It felt like hiding out, you said,
waiting for the plague to die down,
keeping watch for the lives left behind.
You said you saw a soaring hawk let go
a great white glittering shit,
a handful of tinsel in the wind,
making the sky even more blue.
I saw it too from the other side
of the house where I’d been alone,
bowing to the landscape for absorbing me
all afternoon, as I sat there. I don’t know
where the time went while I was waiting,
as if for a sign, to come find you.
Practice
Seeing his bodily form, alive
in the grass and trees,
becoming a small stone, tumbling
through a clear stream,
stretching out the space
between two thoughts
waiting around a silence in which
the thought can still hear him breathing.
In Praise of Blue
The brain has never seen the sky, but
through the eye’s translation
enjoys the colors it receives, and then,
there’s blue, the presence
of the light of which, we know,
even the sightless can sense,
a light within? a color
into which we’re born, or
borne out of, on a whim?
color of grieving in ancient Rome, of
ecstasy in Greece, of divinity
in Egypt, of Renaissance virgins, lavished
in ultramarine, of infinite
distance, of mourning dove’s moan;
lying awake in bed, deciding,
if only to delight
in blue, as I perceive it, to be
alive another day.
Friday
I got an all clear on the
biopsy of a false-positive that kept
my life dancing, for a week, near the
edge of a cliff, trying to meditate in
a quiet room with one fat fly