Thoughts on exile and the things we outgrew by Alex Caldiero. Clipped edit from, “The Sonosopher” by Torben Bernhard and Travis Low. Watch it on YouTube if it resonates.
A poets answer to “Do you miss the fellowship of Mormonism?” Any past things outgrown or excommunicated from by choice or force can take the place of the specifics here and the pain of your loss is justified.
POETS
William Black, Staying Awake
“Now I a fourfold vision see
And a fourfold vision is given to me
Tis fourfold in my supreme delight
And three fold in soft Beulahs night
And twofold Always. May God us keep
From Single vision & Newtons sleep”
– William Blake
Alex Caldiero, Winter 2020
GENEALOGIES of BECOMING
My friend Alex is getting old. A slow grey spreads as he slides down the banister of being. Defiant and knowing, he defines his work for the sake of art and, though weary, it feeds him.
He once told me that he does what he does, in the singular way he does it, "as a bird flies and sings". His assurance of self helped me see myself as a bird of my own making, meant to do as I do, meant to become what I am. For like him I live a legacy of self and I, "I am not a metaphor."
