Three Poems by Jack Mueller

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Three Poems by Jack Mueller


from Amor Fati:

 

 

You will never
understand me,

I will never
understand you.

Love starts there.

 

 

Amor Fati

What I can’t change-changes me.
A solar flare opens a small room inside me
And burns it up.

Though without ambition, and with
Best intentions, a full moon
Knocks me off track…

A war distempers me
An overheard remark
Makes it impossible to sleep.

The slow combat of classes in peacetime
Edges me out of the restaurant,
An insect invades my diet.

A poem I didn’t ask for
Writes a year off my life,
A virus stops a hot work cold.

Banks charge me for making money
Off my money. A volcano trashes
My favorite sleeping lake.

A woman I have never seen
Seduces me. What I can’t change
Montages me

Thickens my ear, contradicts my eye
Forces me to make
This reply-small fight

Against a brute, unanswerable tide.
Men are not free-my neighbor is poor
And impoverishes me.

Earth, I volunteer my fate to your position.
I am subject to the dictatorship
Of your yellow dwarf,

A slave making a battle song
To forces greater than myself,
For what I cannot change.

 

 

Twice Taught

Held captive in the long run
twice inhabited by birth and by speech

I will not be reduced to false clarity
or deductive explanations of a leaf, falling.

I am, by condition, complex.
I argue tomorrow and today comes

like a small surprise.
I itch on the basis of what is

altogether surreal-
make excuses on the foundations

of real things: ballots blown up,
unions and the polity destroyed

on the way to commonsense.
Now a diaper needs changing.

A meal is made in cast iron pots.
Melody moves beyond limits of what we are

and takes us there, or somewhere,
oblivious, outside time.

Doubt has a lot to recommend it-
a bay by the name of Nosture having me (and most of us)

rising eager out of the water
for what we see as just reward.

Drenched with sun on the park bench
we talk about ice ages

about this Earth that remains faithful
without permanent commitment to spring.

Gulls fly and children chase.
There is no race though we imagine one.

My face is slowly changing-
my daughter says, “Are you really telling me?”

and I say yes, a bunch of humans with serious play
may someday thaw the frozen hearts of this dumb world.

 

 

Jack Mueller, a well known poet among poets, was long active writing and organizing in San Francisco. After a lifetime of conversation and argument with words (and following his retirement as CEO of the International Museum of Arts and Sciences in McAllen, Texas) he is presently in the midst of a ten year vow of incomplete silence in the mountains of southwestern Colorado. He recently invented live ant art (syrup paintings, etc…) He has published six books of poems and two books of sketches. His most recent book, Amor Fati, was published by Lithic Press in October 2013.

 

 

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4 Responses to Three Poems by Jack Mueller

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  4. Tisa Walden July 16, 2015 at 10:00 am

    deep-voiced profound poet

    sage of the Colorado wildness

    . . . .

    Amor Fati a brilliant collection

    steeped in a lifetime

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