My Son Remembers the Sun

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“You and I had talked about this. How a single day should be enough—/or less for the two yellow butterflies/chasing each other round and round a distant fir . . .”—Anita Sullivan

The Highest Cauldron 

By Anita Sullivan

“Dying seems so wasteful after all that work.”

“Dying seems so wasteful after all that work.”

Anita Sullivan

EUGENE Oregon—(Weekly Hubris)—11/16/2015—


Note: The translation of the fragment from Odysseus Elytis’s poem is by Anita Sullivan.

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About Anita Sullivan

Born under the sign of Libra, Anita Sullivan cheerfully admits to a life governed by issues of balance and harmony. This likely led to her 25-year career as a piano tuner, as well as her love of birds (Libra is an air sign), and love of gardening, music and fine literature (beauty). She spent years trying to decide if she was a piano tuner who wrote poetry, or a poet who tuned pianos. She traveled a lot without giving way to a strong urge to become a nomad; taught without becoming a teacher; danced without becoming a dancer; and fell totally in love with the high desert country of the Southwest, and then never managed to stay there. However, Sullivan did firmly settle the writing question–yes, it turns out she is a writer, but not fixed into any one category. She has published two essay collections, a novel, two chapbooks and one full-length book of poetry, and many short pieces in journals. Most recently she published Ever After, a novel that takes place after life but before death, mostly on the Greek island of Ikaria. Every incident in the book happened to her in a slightly different form: she always writes from direct experience. Even more recently (November 2016) Sullivan published a chapbook of poems, And If The Dead Do Dream. True to her Libra roots, it has a theme of parallel worlds.
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2 Responses to My Son Remembers the Sun

  1. Elizabeth Boleman-Herring Elizabeth Boleman-Herring says:

    I love the spooky action at a distance nature of time in this poem. The lines of communication: always meta, between son and mother and son. In my mind, too, as in this scene, Anita, whatever I read, whatever I feel, see, think . . . blurs and is stirred (and shaken). And you describe that impossible-to-describe interplay so very well. (PS

  2. Avatar Anita Sullivan says:

    Thanks for the NYT reference. I am bewildered by the earnest scientists who keep trying to “prove” things that poets and philosophers have known for centuries. For example, the parallel universe idea of modern physics was spoken of with certainty by Hippolytus; Leucippus refuted Parmenides by figuring out a way to say nothingness can exist, and the Upanishads understood the deep paradox of “the imperishable,” upon which is woven the ether, inside which decay happens. Action at a distance happens, or does not. In the poem, I’m also thinking about the Tree as a good candidate for god (always with a small “g”!!)

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