Deep Well - Dan Bellm (Lavender Ink)

Today's book of poetry: 
Deep Well.  Dan Bellm.  Lavender Ink.  New Orleans, Louisiana.  2017.

Deep Well is exactly as advertised.  Dan Bellm is casting his bucket deep into that space between a mother and a son, that envelope between then and now, and the unknown distance from one heart to another.

Bellm is so soft spoken in these lovely poems that you are surprised when you get to the end and realize that he has been the strong man all along.

Last Bed

     A shallow breath, then

a pause that might be the end,

     then a shallower

     one, a slight choking

clearing of the last of the

     life caught in her throat,

     a low sigh, faintest

wisp of an exhalation

     set free -- that was all --

     and already, as

we stroked her hands, her cold brow,

     in the suddenly

     brief minutes we were

granted of farewell before

     the white sheet lowered

     over her and she

was wheeled away into the

     busyness of death

     through an unmarked door,

had her spirit fled? Or was

     she now going to

     be wherever we

are? Sitting on the edge of

     her last bed I closed

     my eyes, as if to

come again into my first

     room in our long-lost

     house, as if to know

as before that she was near,

     would come if I called--

                                   (for Carol)

...

Bellm, in his quiet dignity, has that most difficult conversation with his mother only to discover that she'd been waiting for him with love.  Today's book of poetry grew up in an era where my generation mocked the idea of anyone being gay, taunted any suspect.  We were not kind.  Some of us have learned how wrong and stupid and silly we were.  For any person of that era a public declaration was beyond brave.  In a world that believed being gay was taboo it required a strong, brave heart.  Families were torn apart because sons wanted to kiss boys.

Bellm's Deep Well never falters in tone and his stylistic metronome plays a soft, steady hammer, a relentless and sturdy beat.

Consolament

                      Jorge Esquinca

     To write, or to walk,

on water: when I was a 

     boy, the image I

     had of walking on

water, that miracle, was

     so clear. To a boy

     who can ride on a 

Persian carpet, everything's

     a miracle. I

   

     tried it once in a

pool and sank to the bottom.

     Maybe the deep was

     calling me; maybe

there was no place for me on

     the surface, or in

     the miracle. I

tried, quickly, one time only,

    one instant only,

     with no witnesses.

Nor did voices call to me

     from a boat; they came

     from the deep. At the

bottom, before she died, my

     mother was singing.

              *  *  *

     What my mother was

singing cannot be said. It

     was not a matter

     of saying; it was

something I heard. Her voice came

     from the bottom and

     returned me to the

surface; it showed a way back

     to breath. Between two

     waters, far from the

bottom and still far from the

     surface, set adrift.

     Beyond the water,

I sank into her voice to

     breathe again. What the

     miracle is, now

I think I know: not to walk

     on the waters but

     between them. And since

what my mother was singing

     can't be said, I write.

...

Today's book of poetry identified with Dan Bellm at so many points in this charming discussion he is having for our benefit.  Not many books of poetry dare to talk about the nature of love and come out shining on the other side.  The very clever Bellm shows us how it is done.

Our morning read was rendered tender by the whispering voices of our own departed mothers.  By the end of Deep Well there wasn't a dry eye  in the house - but we were all smiling.

Family angel, 1964

     Underneath the dim

eternal lamp the monstrance

     of the sacrament

     stands open all the

hours of God's death, the crosses

     wrapped in shrouds. At the

     fourth station Jesus

meets his mother, handmaiden

     of silent sorrow

     who will have to live

on. My mother must think I

     am playing somewhere,

     doesn't know that I

have sneaked into the church to

     pray, but surely she

     thinks of him, too, the

boy I waited all winter

     for, the one taken

     without a breath, name

the family does not mention.

     There is another

     angel in heaven

now, she said, to hear our prayers,

     and that was all, a

     tiny open place

on the new grass without a

     stone -- no sighing, no

     why. She smoothed a fresh

cloth over the table and

     went about her work,

     setting places for

the family to sit and eat.

     He would have been like

     me -- why should I doubt

it?  -- I would have taught him what

     I know. Let me weep

     with you, mother, all

my days, I read in the book,

     waiting for a voice

     to call me brother,

breath frozen silent in the

     incense of the air.

...

Dan Bellm's Deep Well makes me think that spring is right around the corner, that the rain will stop and the blue, blue sky will be as bright as it was in our dreams.  Bellm finds joy and with joy comes hope - and you all know how much Today's book of poetry is a fan of hope.

That there is no love like a mother's love most of us already know, Bellm reminds us by touching that part of our hearts.

Dan Bellm

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dan Bellm lives in Berkeley, California. Deep Well is his fourth full-length collection of poems. His previous book,Practice (Sixteen Rivers Press, San Francisco), won the 2009 California Book Award. Dan’s first book of poems, One Hand on the Wheel, launched the California Poetry Series from Roundhouse Press; his second, Buried Treasure, won the Poetry Society of America’s Alice Fay DiCastagnola Award and the Cleveland State University Poetry Center Prize. His poems have appeared in Poetry, Ploughshares, The Threepenny Review, Best American Spiritual Writing, The Ecopoetry Anthology, Word of Mouth: An Anthology of Gay American Poetry, Beyond Forgetting: Poetry and Prose About Alzheimer’s Disease, and many other journals and anthologies. Recent books of poetry in translation include Speaking in Song, by Mexican poet Pura López Colomé (Shearsman Books, UK, 2017), The Song of the Dead, by French poet Pierre Reverdy (Black Square Editions, New York, 2016), and Description of a Flash of Cobalt Blue, by Mexican poet Jorge Esquinca (Unicorn Press, Greensboro, NC, 2015). He teaches literary translation and poetry in the MFA in Creative Writing Program at Antioch University Los Angeles, and has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the California Arts Council. www.danbellm.com.

BLURBS
With a touch on the keys of language as light as the air we breathe, Dan Bellm traces his mother's death, and abides her continuing presence, as the keeper of "this/ blessing of kindness" which is both hers and his. Deep Well is a book of the purest poetry I have read in a long time. I am grateful for it.
     -- Alicia Ostriker, author of Waiting for the Light
Dan Bellm's Deep Well is a breathtaking, constantly astonishing elegiac sequence of poems in honor of his mother. Reflecting upon both the power of her presence in his life and the deepening grief of watching her passage through Alzheimer's, Dan Bellm both celebrates the fierce integrity of this remarkable woman and quietly charts his own poetics of loss. These lyrics of memoriam and these deep songs (in Lorca's sense) of mourning seem almost to etch themselves onto the air. Keep this book at hand; hold its passages close. This is an essential collection of poetry.
     -- David St. John, author of The Last Troubadour: New and Selected Poems
Speaking through the wound of grief, Dan Bellm reaches to the most sorrowful depth of first consciousness and clarity, a true infans, a state before words, one that can neither laugh nor cry except in innocentia, the inability to harm. Few humans, even few poets, can preserve such a state. Dan Bellm is one of them. This Deep Well, this wide-ranging metaphor for the one who taught him to love writing, conveys a trust and a faith in sacred words that carry the "undying tremor and draw" Seamus Heaney compared to water far down a well.
     -- Pura López Colomé, author of Via Corporis

Wrought in a series of delicately articulated three-line stanzas—as if each stanza is a meditation on the relationship between the mother, the son, and the spirit—Dan Bellm's poems have worked some sort of magic on my heart. Reading Deep Well, I am at once sad and elated, aware of righteous indignation and far-reaching compassion. The poems here are part of a conversation that knows no boundaries. Neither foreign languages nor national borders, not denials nor death, can hinder these urgent and universal utterances. I am grateful to Deep Well for its precise and profound translation of what it means to inherit this lot that our language calls love.
     -- Camille T. Dungy, author of Trophic Cascade

In Deep Well, Dan Bellm writes the poems none of us ever wants to have to write, on watching a parent die, and he does it with a sense of beauty and wonder that, in spite of the suffering, leaves the reader in awe of life: “Her voice came/ from the bottom and// returned me to the/ surface; it showed a way back/ to breath.
     — Mark Statman, author of That Train Again

Dan Bellm transcends the expected in every poem of Deep Well. Nuanced, lyrical and reaching ever deeper beneath the ground, this collection is Bellm's best yet.
     -- Idra Novey, author of Ways to Disappear

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