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Secret
Something I don't want anyone to know
having naturally secrets where you hid some thing
under the ground, mine from myself But are they
only linguistic, something you don't tell
what can the poem say for example or not, Jocko
he was a guy in my class. animals flowers and rocks
spoken of by humans as if mysterious
Are you mad at me? I could list them over
the last seventeen . . . years . . . my eyes hurt.
Ruefully Some people I dislike I don't tell others
about. I didn't tell you I live alone to act crazy
blistering winds of malfortune keep oh keep arising
my thought comes from nowhere my mis-
shapen mind my mind I hardly recognize in its
abnormality who recognizes, of course. I'm
being secretive, but all of this comes from a void
Everything's a secret and if you know so
you can act. The blank thought behind all the rules
you don't let yourself know you follow.
You don't want me particularly; I could ap-
prove of your magisterial complicity in how
"we" "do" "things" Convince me that you secretly . . .
the throes of opportunity . . . complots . . . secretly
And now I would confess some "weakness"
My problem with the confessional: I'm not a
Catholic took it with her to the grave. Grave Alice
My secret is that I'm in complete control of my-
self; no matter how it seems; and how I do it, is a secret.
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Alice Notley has published over fifty books of poetry and prose, most recently Being Reflected Upon (in which "Secret" may be found), The Speak Angel Series, and Telling the Truth As It Comes Up. She is also a visual artist and collagist and is the author of Runes and Chords, a selection of her poem/drawings. She has edited or co-edited three poetry magazines, CHICAGO, Scarlet, and Gare du Nord. She has also edited or co-edited books by poets Ted Berrigan and Douglas Oliver. Since 1992 Notley has lived and worked in Paris, France.
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Felix Nussbaum (1904–1944), The Secret, oil on canvas, 1939.
Every poem has an engine under the hood that is a secret. Alice, as usual, in her exceptional presence on the page, has captured this beautifully and made it her own. Thanks for this lovely start into autumn, Terence!
Posted by: David Beaudouin | September 22, 2024 at 12:03 PM
Legendary says it all!…Nothing more needs to be said…Thanks Terence and. Thanks Alice!
Posted by: Sr. Leslie | September 22, 2024 at 12:35 PM
I like the idea that the poem almost "says" the opposite of what it "says," and this wonderful one is no exception.
Posted by: Adrian Blevins | September 22, 2024 at 01:28 PM
great poem alice, great pick and post terence, poetry bosses, both of you
Posted by: lally | September 22, 2024 at 02:50 PM
Complicated and fine
Posted by: Clarinda Harriss | September 22, 2024 at 03:07 PM
David, Leslie, Michael---Thanks for the comments.
Posted by: Terence Winch | September 22, 2024 at 03:56 PM
Great poem.
Posted by: susan campbell | September 22, 2024 at 05:00 PM
We trust the supreme intelligence of this poem as it skitters forward--I love being like a half-step behind all the shifts in the speaker's concern beat by beat, sentence by sentence. Clearly a great poet delivers here and I'm glad we get to take part in her song. A wonderful pick.
Posted by: Don Berger | September 22, 2024 at 07:15 PM
No one carves worlds like Alice Notley.
Posted by: Rupert Wondolowski | September 22, 2024 at 08:12 PM
There is a reason she is legendary. Also beautiful. Great photo as well as great poem. It is so blunt and powerful.
Posted by: Phyllis Rosenzweig | September 22, 2024 at 09:51 PM
As Ciaran Carson mentioned in "Belfast Confetti", the voice may "stutter" towards truth,despite all the flak that flies at and from the mind. 'The blank thought behind all the rules
you don't let yourself know you follow."--fine line, fine poem. Thanks!
Posted by: Bill Nevins | September 23, 2024 at 10:49 AM
Wonderful as ever -- everything revealed!
Posted by: Simon Schuchat | September 23, 2024 at 12:06 PM
Wonderful poem and artwork. 💚
Posted by: Eileen Reich | September 23, 2024 at 01:42 PM
Wonderful poem, folding in on itself, secrets in secrets. Beautiful photo.
Posted by: Diane Ward | September 23, 2024 at 02:14 PM
I love this, thank you.
Posted by: Rebecca Levenson | September 23, 2024 at 02:19 PM
‘“How” “we” “do” things!’
Does them so well!
Posted by: Jeffrey Cyphers Wright | September 25, 2024 at 02:03 PM