Poetry interrupts the story’s momentum and unweaves the narrative thread with which we surround our inner worlds. A single poetic image can lift us from the plane of our storied worldview toward the gasp of a new vista, wherein the spacious silence of the unimagined, we imagine ourselves afresh.
For Adrienne Rich, poetry was a tool to“; for Audre Lorde, a lens for focusing “; for Shelley, a tonic that “; for Elizabeth Alexander, a fulcrum for raising the fundamental human question that so quickly falls by distraction, indifference, and confusion: Sometimes — not often — prose can do that, prose that carries the spirit of poetry, the energy that opens up rather than pins down the concepts language conveys.
The Irish-English poet and philosopherare among the rare travelers between these two worlds.
Drawing on his superb collection of short semantic-lyrical essays,( ), he has created a series of poetry-driven guided broadenings of perspective for neuroscientist Sam Harris’s powerful contemplative toolkit .
In his short introductory conversation with Sam, David reflects:
The object of meditation and all of our contemplative disciplines is silence. But… that silence is for you to perceive something other than yourself — what you’ve arranged as yourself to perceive this frontier between what you call yourself and what you call other than yourself, whether that’s a person or a landscape.
Echoing Susan Sontag’s observation that, he considers poetry as a channel for contemplative silence:
One of the greatest arts of poetry is actually to create silence through attentive speech — speech that says something in such a way that it appears as a third frontier between you and the world and invites you into a deeper and more great sense of your own identity and the identity of the world… Poetry is the verbal art form by which we can create silence.
His essay on silence inharmonizes this sentiment:
Silence is frightening, an intimation of the end, the graveyard of fixed identities. Real silence puts any present understanding to shame, orphans us from certainty, leads us beyond the well-known and accepted reality, and confronts us with the unknown and previously unacceptable conversation about to break in upon our lives.
And yet, echoing poet-philosopher Wendell Berry’s lovely insistence that in silence and solitude,” he adds:
In silence, essence speaks to us of identity itself and asks for a kind of unilateral disarmament, our essential nature slowly emerging as the defended periphery atomizes and falls apart. As the busy edge dissolves, we begin to join the conversation through the portal of a present unknowing, robust vulnerability, revealing in the way we listen to a different ear, a more discerning eye, an imagination refusing to come too early to a conclusion, and belonging to an other person than the one who first entered the quiet.
Reality met on its terms demands absolute presence and total giving away, an ability to live on equal terms with the fleeting and the eternal, the hardly touchable and the fully possible, a full bodily appearance and disappearance, a rested giving in and giving up; another identity braver, more generous and more here than the one looking hungrily for the easy, unearned answer.
touched me deeply when I first read it several years ago and remain my regular companion through life, as does , which has been nothing less than a lifeline this past life-siphoning year.
Complement this strand of contemplation with— a lovely Japanese-inspired illustrated serenade to the art of listening to the inner voice amid the noise of modern life — and Kahlil Gibran on , and then revisit David Whyte’s on walking into the questions of our becoming.