Poème Original：
The renewal project is doomed: because
its funding board’s vice-president resigned: because
the acids of divorce were eating day-long
at her stomach, at her thoughts: because
her husband was neglecting her, in favor of his daughter,
who was dying: because
her
husband,
bi and edgy, bore an AIDS sore that was ripe
enough with fear and woe to throw this whole
thick network of connections off its balance
and down a hole of human misery. Haven’t we seen it happen?
—when a crowded room at a party was tilted
perilously askew by the weight of two
wept tears that weren’t as large as a housefly’s wings,
that couldn’t have filled a pistachio shell.
It’s like this: because because because,
Sawyer was drunk when he delivered his opening remarks
onstage at Stardome Planetarium. He
stood below a slide show of “The Emptiness of Outer Space”
—stars and planets, scattered like the scantest
motes of dust in unimaginable void—and was about
to make the leap to what percent of
us
,
our dearly thumping bodies, is a corresponding emptiness . . .
when one foot met a wire that had strayed
outside the curtain, and a wild arc of hand undid
the podium, which canted off its casters sidelong
into the 3-D galaxy props, and you could say whatever
thimble or pustule or hackle of grief was his,
it had toppled the whole damn universe.
Was she a ghost? Sometimes she
thought
she was
a ghost, transparent, stealing through the lives of people
untouched and untouching. And so she carried a bucket
of burning coals (we’ll call it that for now) against
her breasts; and then she knew she was alive. And
he. . . ?—was just the rusty foxing that an antique book
exhales into dim air, wasn’t
that
what he was,
oh it was, yes it was, and so one afternoon he strapped
a meteorite to his back, and now he walks the streets
like anybody else. An ageless tribal saying:
If you aren’t given a burden, you must carve your own.
An eye will do, if it’s ill. One word, if it’s cruel.
And don’t be fooled by breath: the throat holds up
some old-time blues the way a hod holds bricks.
But she
didn’t
die of full-blown AIDS
—Sawyer’s daughter. Even so, her twisted legs and limp
are enough to sometimes send him a little
over the blotto line. Tonight, though, after show time,
he’s just soused enough to wander through the mock-up
stage-set milky ways agog with child-wonder:
all those luminescent islands! all that vacuum!
Look: a
planet
floats, there’s that much cosmos
all around it. A
planet
! While we . . . we couldn’t
squint and levitate a half inch, not the guru-most
among us. Well, we
could
: if the laws of the universe changed.
It’s only the Earth that makes us so heavy.
It’s only our lives that keep our lives
from floating off into the nothing.
Analyse et Interprétation du Poème
Ce poème explore des thèmes de souffrance humaine, de fragilité et de vide existentiel à travers des images vives et des expériences profondément personnelles. Il commence par dépeindre un projet de renouvellement échoué symbolisant un effondrement plus large, déclenché par des bouleversements émotionnels et relationnels : divorce, négligence, maladie et mort. La démission du vice-président n'est pas seulement un revers professionnel mais une métaphore de la façon dont la douleur personnelle peut défaire des réseaux sociaux et émotionnels complexes.
Le poème passe ensuite à une scène impliquant Sawyer, qui, tout en étant ivre, tente de parler du vaste vide de l'espace extérieur. Ce moment symbolise la fragilité de l'existence humaine sur fond de cosmos infini. Le faux pas physique qui perturbe la présentation reflète comment le chagrin personnel peut déstabiliser même les plus grands concepts de compréhension.
La troisième section introduit une figure fantomatique qui lutte avec son identité et son existence, portant un "seau de charbons ardents" comme preuve de vie. Cette métaphore reflète le fardeau de la douleur émotionnelle et le besoin humain de se sentir vivant malgré la souffrance. La mention d'un "proverbe tribal intemporel" sur le fait de sculpter son propre fardeau souligne la nature universelle des difficultés.
Enfin, le poème revient à la fille de Sawyer, qui, bien qu'elle ne meure pas du SIDA, vit avec des handicaps physiques qui affectent profondément
