For the First Time by Dale Williams Barrigar

(image provided by DWB)

Through it all,

and during it all,

the vast collection

of poetry

he’d created

in the last

ten years

had turned into

a monster

like Grendel

that was now devouring

my life. William Carlos

Williams said:

since the imagination is

nothing, nothing

comes

of it. This lesson

was weighing

heavily. But Jack

Spicer

also said: the poet gets

messages

for her or his life right

from the act

of writing poetry. This

makes poetry

worth doing daily

in its own right,

regardless

of any outward

consequences, or

non-consequences,

that can be

immediately seen. I remembered

I was a person born

with a humble sense

of mystic vision

(since day one). Since day

one

I’d felt

the correspondences

in the world

and had

a certain sense that we

are all here

for a reason, or for

many reasons

and meanings, which we

can feel (sometimes), but not

clearly

see

or say (most of the time).

An ambiguous

mystical

seeing, since

the dawning

of consciousness:

the first memory:

opening the eyes

outside of her body

for the first time.

Dr. Dale Williams Barrigar is a poet whose own poetry transformed his own life: suddenly, and then gradually. It’s good enough for him.

6 thoughts on “For the First Time by Dale Williams Barrigar

  1. Dale

    The three poems have formed an ongoing story, which, I think matches the “suddenly” and “gradually” in your bio.

    I feel there are certain word groupings, no matter what they say, that are perfect, as though they are a part of the foundation of life in the universe. To be or not to be; the Lord’s Prayer; the last part of Dover Beach, stuff like that, which cannot be improved.

    This is a great work you have going, look forward to seeing the rest of it.

    Leila

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  2. Hi Leila

    Thank you for noticing and drawing attention to the story-like, and even chapter-like, nature of these poems.

    They are all stand-alone works but in some ways they also work better as a sequence.

    At some point during my long, long study of poetry before I started writing it (I didn’t start writing it until I was 46, except for a few abortive attempts and a handful of “ok” prose poems) I noticed that very many of the best poems, and even or especially the best modern poems, were stories.

    They were small stories (because of their size) with big implications (because of their themes, connections, meanings, messages, symbols, resonances, etc.).

    It’s also strange (in a good way) when one starts writing a kind of fictional autobiography in verse. The main character has aspects of the self but as many have pointed out before me, the main character IS NOT, and can never be, the “real person” behind the poem. This kind of character is just as fictional as a fictional character who is (supposedly) not autobiographical.

    Thank you, LA.

    D

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    • Hello Dale

      Indeed verse can be, well, versatile! Shakespeare’s sonnets about the Dark Lady tell a story without losing mystery.
      I first noticed poetry (besides at school) in good song lyrics, Lennon’s Come Together for the Beatles at first seemed like gibberish but it built up an image that I always remember, same with Walrus.
      But, really, I think meeting Bob D. inspired him to look away from regular lyrics.

      Leila

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      • L

        Funny to think how Bob brought The Beatles from “She loves you, yeah yeah yeah” to “Picture yourself in a boat on a river” and other great lines.

        Probably also fair to say that they brought him from basic folk tunes to the explosion of “Like A Rolling Stone,” too!

        Thank you!

        D

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  3. honestlyb3ba694067's avatar honestlyb3ba694067 says:

    Another very fine poem. Leila’s comment about word groupings gets to the heart of things – but then there’s barely ever a comment of hers that doesn’t. Thanks too for introducing me to the work of Jack Spicer.

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    • Thanks again, Geraint!

      I’m overjoyed that you checked out the work and life or life and work of Jack Spicer.

      He was great at two things: making the poem itself; and conceptualizing the reason for the poem and the reason for the poet in the modern world.

      Also the line of his as he was dying of alcoholism at 40 in a charity ward (he was a man much older than his years). “My vocabulary did this to me.”

      Dale

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