Amity
[For/From Art Redding]
And I understand the opposition
between love and hate to be a false one;
the problem of love is not hatred
but lovelessness, and a more vexing
problem it is. Love and hate are kindled
passions, but lovelessness is a stubborn
refusal of the world, be it through firewall
or moat. The aim of all our labour, beyond
justice or safety, use or truth, beyond even
beauty—this is what art works to teach us
—is joy. Not a retreat into thought but an
entrenching in life, our common pursuit,
our generous work raised to the intensity
of a red hot body, our worldly community
steaming from the dance, the only proper
dance, still unknowable from the work of the dancer.
Andy Weaver has published three collections of poetry, most recently This (Chaudiere, 2015). By day, he is Associate Professor of English at York University, where he specializes in contemporary experimental poetry. By night, he is packing up his home office in order to make way for a new arrival, due in June. His wife is not helping him move books, as she insists that growing a new human being in her body is work enough.