Biography of Denis Mair
I love exploring symbols in the BOOK OF CHANGES, which I treat as a book of QUESTIONS. The symbols are like seed-crystals that stimulate me to build an interpretive, expressive edifice. I try to write about them from a poetic standpoint. You can see my essays HERE (I suggest starting from the bottom of the list) :
In a suburb outside of all ring roads, so far from the capital it's in another province, fortune allows him to walk in fields where houses are now planted. Swaths of gentrification happened with help of one-time payments, which even now are being gambled away over mahjong tables. He only knows this from the newspaper.He holes up in Gloaming Studio, waxing commentarial over gnarly symbols, but only as a hobby. When amusing words occur to him, he misses how his daughter would have laughed, but she is hitched to a native up Alaska way. On a gradient of freshness, he remembers “clear” lungfuls of L.A. air. Blessedly his orbit takes him at times to an inn in Shangrila, once even to a Frozen Waterfall Festival. He has been allowed to spend whole days in company with the congenitally kind, and these same literati send him projects down an intermittent pipeline. His proudest prize is a goblet won on Poets and Painters Day at the local artists' village.
Denis Mair's Works:
In September 2016 my poems were featured on www.adozennothing.com
The editors asked for unpublished work, so I sent them material that does not appear on PoemHunter. The selections include my responses to Tang-era poets of China. I've been reading the Tang poets for a long time, so I wrote some short poems in response to them. You can read them HERE:
Denis Mair Poems
Original Soup Of Life
Tell me, how can six feet of DNA get wound up inside a nucleus that is measured in microns? How can so much thread get unspooled without tangling? And how does it get wound up again like a hawser?
Visiting Kalakshetra Foundation, Chennai
A song session under a banyan tree begins the day Girls in moth-wing saris, young men in white tunics Disperse to cottage-style classrooms in a forest Students follow after their teachers, learning by ear
The Mountain That Still Needs Climbing
Up on the mountain where people keep horses A thoroughbred took me on a morning walk. And whenever her head reared in laughter I wanted to gallop with her through space.
Bait Of Pity
Earthworm, Oh earthworm! Poor creature crawling on the pavement You are burned by sunrays and can't go back You came up when dew was in the grass
Cows In Mysore
In that district of cow stalls, their haven is a palm-grown promenade. They return at twilight from their routes, alone or in twos and threes
Which Color? 2
To be fit for display on the Tree of Knowledge A fruit's skin must rouse you, yet signal danger A certain jungle fruit would never make the grade More enticing to monkeys than to temptresses
Black And White Animals
- written after a visit to the Panda Propagation Center in Chengdu In Mother Nature's gallery when I walk down a corridor of colors I am dazzled to see white and black appearing on a single creature.
A Witty Tee Shirt
a young Indonesian woman walking on the street in Hong Kong, wearing a black tee shirt with the words WHATEVER STRONG
George And Me
My life lies splayed out across the years In serpentine course through town and city I need an old friend to prod the memory-snake And let me feel it stretch into the past.
I Want To Be Your Personal Poetry Traine...
Come on, trust yourself, I know how to lead you on Aren't you ready yet to check out my chops? I'm prepared to set your riff thing in motion! Let's go someplace where scriptwriters eat
Stewardess Of The New Age (& Odia Versio...
When she first began work on the big jet liners Ocean-hopping flights made an enviable career. Technology crafted knife-blades to cut through the sky So a hundred-ton craft could ride on the wind.
Cat, By Shu Yu
Again at the hour of midnight Like a changeling born of an angel and a demon A long breath followed by a pant, a yowl then a sigh Such a plaintive keening
So Says The Peacock
Take a look at this ornament. How does it make you feel? See how my eyespots can gather you in from all angles. See how kaleidoscopically I enjoy the beauty of your crest from all compass points of my tail.
Like Something Shared Between Poets
Once I looked up into a tree at a bird That was embowered in shady branches And saw it languidly stretch one wing As a sunbeam shone among the leaves
Black And White Animals
- written after a visit to the Panda Propagation Center in Chengdu
In Mother Nature's gallery when I walk down a corridor of colors
I am dazzled to see white and black appearing on a single creature.
The zebra's coat has stripes of black and white in alternation;
As for the orca, its white belly is set off from its ebony back
To manifest a streamlined yin-yang symbol, or a racing design.
Is there a message I'm missing, or am I just perplexed?
Because I know, for sure, something strang