October 2016
Michael Gessner
mjcg3@aol.com
mjcg3@aol.com
I live in Tucson with my wife Jane, a watercolorist, and with our dog, Irish. Our son Chris, writes for screen in L.A. My more recent work has appeared in The North American Review, The French Literary Review, Verse Daily, and others. FutureCycle will publish my selected poems in 2016. www.michaelgessner.com
Author's Note: On my genealogical travels, I was led into the 16th century European world of forest spirits, and what came out of that was a poetic bestiary. In it, Mythos, the speaker, with his “wand of air so he would have dominion over the pastures of speculation,” takes up with Satyr, as they catalogue the various creatures of imagination, among them, the Sylphs. Although the Sylphs here are clouds and fragments of clouds, I find Firestone’s “Watchers” most like what (contemporary) sylphs might appear to be. I mention this not only because I am fascinated by them, but I know Firestone would not introduce you to them as he does not seem to be someone who would wish to appear self-promoting. I find them as dear and amusing as their cousins in the poem; they are complementaries. I should like to think if V-V had a mascot, or a colophon, it would be a Watcher.
Editor's Note: :)
Editor's Note: :)
Sylphs In essence, the SYLPH is a wisp of air, deliquescent, sometimes colored by reflections of sun glinting off particles of ozone and oxide in the troposphere which is their habitat, and may seem as slips of pale pink, or pale gold, or become opalescent, or never appear to appear at all. They are simple presences only. When not resting on thermal hammocks, or attracted to the pleasance that emanates from musings, they are taken up by GUSTS and blown about, or they may drift in the trailings of clouds or descend; breath of bee and butterfly, turn white and float as Caddis do, or dally in the vibrations made from hummingbirds’ wings. They are a confusion to HYDRA and MANTICHORE. INNOCENCE has named them; Chance & Gesture. Frailty. Glimpse & Vision. Purity. Paradise. In dissolution, wind and water conspire to replenish another unknown to the thing itself, and thus the SYLPH is parthenogenic and this accounts for the continuation of their simple presence, these wisps of air, with or without color, or direction. |
"Sylphs" was first published in Beast Book, (BlazeVOX, Buffalo, NY, 2010)
©2016 Michael Gessner
©2016 Michael Gessner
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