"Le Poème de l'âme - Géneration divine" by Louis Janmot‘Verification’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson The Society April 19, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 7 Comments Verification What further evidence will now be needed to assure Us that behind the strictly physical there’s something more, And that the natural world is clearly ordered from above, Than seeing how the normal parent cannot help but love A child? Though some may raise the specter of “the selfish gene,” Philosophies thus tendered are reductive and obscene To broader understanding. Faith will never go away So long as there is life. I’d like to be on hand that day When Richard Dawkins, sainted for consistent subtle lies, Is carried, kicking and screaming, to Doubters’ Paradise. Time Enough It often has been said that life is brief, That time is like a surreptitious thief That robs a man just when his cup is full And brings him low by gravitation’s pull. But I asseverate that life is long, With more than time enough for every song Worth hearing to delight the mortal ear Before angelic singers disappear. And furthermore, as I have come to know, The steady press of time proceeds so slow That every figment of your fondest dreams Will be played out exactly as it seems, In animated analog slow-motion. Pelagic realms that float above the benthic Imply a level all-sustaining ocean Where nothing truly owned is inauthentic. C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses C.B. Anderson April 19, 2017 In case no one noticed, “Verification” is a ten-nos, a form invented/discovered by SCP contributor, Bruce Dale Wise. — CBA Reply B.D.W. April 20, 2017 C. B. Anderson, I noticed before I read your comment that you used the tennos here. As far as I know, but I can’t keep up with these things, you are the third to use the form after Reid McGrath in his poem on Tom Brady and Super Bowl LI. But, as Poe has pointed out in prose, and demonstrated in the “The Raven”, and as you undoubtedly know from your poetic practice, there are countless possibilities of structures that can be made; and the tennos is only one. One of my discoveries of the tennos is that it leaves itself open to change, as folk poetry is wont to do; and that is one of the attributes of the tennos that I particularly admire. Your poem “Verification” attacks an important philosophical stance of the influential, scientifically-inspired Logical Positivists of the early 20th century. It has always amazed me that so many physicists do not accept the premise that the universe is “ordered from above,” as they pursue energetically the “laws” of the universe. But I believe that the hypothetical deductive method espoused in varying ways by such figures, as Bertrand Russell and the Logical Positivists, has been thoroughly discounted even within the philosophy of science itself, by such figures, as Hanson, Kuhn, Polanyi, Quine, and Wittgenstein. And broadly I agree with you; for I believe faith underlies all knowledge. Reply C.B. Anderson April 20, 2017 Whew! That’s a lot of grist for the mill. I can ask for nothing better, and I feel exponentially empowered with such a deeply thoughtful response. The universe (Creation) is a very special realm, and more than not I try to find my place in it. Reply Evan April 22, 2017 Mr. Anderson, you have so inspired my first tennos… Bruce Dale Wise A Tennos There once arose a poet who distracted me with words That took themselves so seriously with topics so absurd, And when I shook my head to brush them off and say goodbye I found that right around they came and in my face did fly, And multiplied in brilliant hues of verse I couldn’t ignore Until at last enchanting me, until I asked for more, And thought I’d seen the mighty strength of Hercules That knew no bounds, could slay all foes, with its verbosity, And when awoke I from this slumber and I asked his name, He turned around and said to me, “It never is the same.” Reply Evan April 22, 2017 * The tennos (“sonnet” spelled backward) is a poem of 10 lines in iambic heptameter (14 syllables). It inverts the sonnet, which is 14 lines, each with 10 syllables. Reply B. D. W. April 23, 2017 And then there were four? Although the following was not my first tennos, Evan was the first to publish one of my tennos (both singular & plural), back on September 3, 2014. Not everything fits the format of a tennos; but I have found it useful for my docupoems. As you point out, Evan, the sonnet breaks differently, whether English, French, Italian, Russian, American, etc. The tennos, because of its structure, has alternate breaks as well. Here is that tennos, slightly edited since then. The Truth James Foley Stood For by Cid Wa’eeb El Sur James Foley, searching for the truth, a photojournalist, was murdered in cold blood by a masked ISIS jihadist, beheaded on a video in deserts of Iraq, remorselessly and fiercely, by a killer dressed in black. The guy, who only wanted to expose the suffering, was executed brutally without a covering, his evil butcher camouflaged behind a veiled cloth, his vicious killer shrouded, like a grim and reaping Goth, believing in the triumph of a cult of hate and death. The truth James Foley stood for is now clearly under threat. Reply Wendy Bourke April 28, 2017 Thoughtful – and thought provoking – pieces, beautifully rendered. Wonderful rhyme and cadence. I enjoyed reading them both! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.