|Oct/Nov 2009 Poetry|
Bruce, an Apprentice Stagehand, His Esthetics
He is, himself, incidentally, a protagonist.
Notice his apparent lack of presumption.
Yes, he is preintellectual, yet impressionable.
Good natured, dutiful, quick to learn.
Observe his attention to the action on stage.
He understands the wayward uncle,
the abused wife, the returning soldier,
love, anger, grief, joy —
what is explicit.
But, intent nightly from the wings,
he begins to sense that unspoken things occur.
Overhears fragments of talk among the players
that provoke him to listen more closely,
watch more precisely —
her past arriving,
the great souled thing to do,
a place from which there is no turning back
that leave him, however, more often bewildered —
the darkness of the father,
an artifice of the audience,
rumors out of the undermind —
beguiled, imperiled —
the humanistic urge,
a conditional light,
art is the opposite of habit and banality —
apprenticed to the ambiguity of experience.