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Gone Lawn 40
Spring Equinox, 2021
New Works
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S T Brant
Three Stanzas on Eugenio Montale
Inner Lightning, outer counterpart, that draws in darkness with a skeletal luminousness the drummed nature and construction of a storm, that in a storm beats upon, is cast upon the heart of stillness of the blessed and the blessed aspect: the blessed aspect rare to us yet attendant to all nothingness, the soul of trees, of walls, of viscera. The essential storm wakes us up: we have lost our nothingness.
An innocuous trip into the hall after waking... O turmoil! the storm's tossed us to the darkness, even in one's own room is one thrown out into the rain! Go there calmly, bare the storm, little Lear.
The music that woke us... It entices our somnolent selves, delusional that we're synthesized in life: no! We lack the symmetry of selves that possess the Primordiality, the light of Chaos and her elves, that wrought us from Nothing into life, Whole. Fractured lights that ceased to light, us. S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from EcoTheo, Door Is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others. You can find him on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne.
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