Iowa Writes

SARAH MYERS
Art going, art making


Go to a gallery, maybe read a blurb;
What I wanted to do here is
The main idea remains fundamentally.
I want to play with this concept.
I love concepts, almost as much as questions.
Questions and concepts and real or imagined answers,
All art come to think
Why do we do that this way?
Questions, first creating then answering.
But is the explanation part of the creation?
Usually the creation is part of the creation
No is the creation, somewhere.
Maybe not a phenomena
But isn't it the noumena that counts?
Must I start with the noumena and express it in the phenomena?
But if I simply created phenomena,
The noumena would be there, necessarily.
Some noumena.
Maybe a more real noumena, unconscious noumena.
But are all the same, noumena? Is it all one?
We are all one, must be,
Arising passing flickering but never extinguished, only dying, never dead.
Energy must go somewhere
Some physical law, seems pretty apparent.
But then I don't know what the noumena is
So what do I know?

Go to a gallery, maybe read a blurb;
What I wanted to do here is
The main idea remains fundamentally.
I want to play with this concept.
I love concepts, almost as much as questions.
Questions and concepts and real or imagined answers,
All art come to think
Why do we do that this way?
Questions, first creating then answering.
But is the explanation part of the creation?
Usually the creation is part of the creation
No is the creation, somewhere.
Maybe not a phenomena
But isn't it the noumena that counts?
Must I start with the noumena and express it in the phenomena?
But if I simply created phenomena,
The noumena would be there, necessarily.
Some noumena.
Maybe a more real noumena, unconscious noumena.
But are all the same, noumena? Is it all one?
We are all one, must be,
Arising passing flickering but never extinguished, only dying, never dead.
Energy must go somewhere
Some physical law, seems pretty apparent.
But then I don't know what the noumena is
So what do I know?
That's the thing, isn't it?
If we knew we wouldn't be here,
Trying to figure it out.
Slowly, so slowly, going at so slow a pace
We didn't even know that's where we were going for a while.
Or maybe we did.
Yes I think we did, shouldn't take such a dim view of ancestors.
Must've been one of them at some point,
If we adhere strictly to these physical laws we've set up.
So yes we must've known what was up.
We were always looking up.
It was the obvious thing to do.
But down also interesting.
Also just as confusing, not really what it seems to be.
Ha, almost funny to think how confusing everything must've been
Such progress, makes you almost proud.
Almost.
But apparently we've done some damage.
Life's biggest tragedy, what you like usually kills you;
Or if we're abiding by these physical laws,
At least really inconveniences you.  Me.
When I say you, I mean me, but because I am writing this,
When I mean me I hope you to take it to mean you.
So I will continue to use you.
Or possibly me, makes no difference really.
All one.
So easy to forget, though.
If only the noumena!
If we had it, think of what we'd be.
I'd imagine all those knew it, the holy men,
Whatever it is, however you want to call it,
They called it different things too.
But they all knew it.
But to know them, is that also to know it?
I scarce believe.
Must come from me, you, whatever.
The self.
No wrong word.
Where the self has no domain, that is where it is, in each.

Each with his own way, but do we notice that each is holy?
Each their own way.
The holy men.
And by wanting to be one yourself
Pulls you further from the noumena
And closer to my self
Maybe have to wait for next time around.
Brooding tends to embitter though.
But who has no reason for bitterness?
But bitter's not that bad when you need a beer.
Though there are those who don't.
Must need coffee.
Myself I like both, but maybe I've had an exceptionally bitter life.
Or not bitter enough, try to compensate, must be.
Like salt pills.

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Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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SARAH MYERS

Sarah Myers grew up in Iowa City and graduated in 2003 from West High. She then attended Dartmouth College, where she majored in Classical Literatures and Romance Languages and Literatures. Her senior thesis for Classics was a verse translation of the sixth book of Lucan's "Pharsalia." This poem was inspired by both her Latin thesis and her French thesis, which was on Samuel Beckett's trilogy of novels. She now lives in New York.

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