RONALD JOHNSON

A Note on Ronald Johnson’s “Blocks to Be Arranged in a Pyramid”
Blocks to be Arranged in a Pyramid

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






 

 

 

 

A Note on Ronald Johnson’s
“Blocks to Be Arranged in a Pyramid”

Ronald Johnson wrote this poem in the early 1990s, after completing ARK but before moving on to his final work in The Shrubberies. As he first began to write them - referring to them as his "dark quatrains" - he imagined that he would write ninety-nine of them, one apiece as an adornment to the ninety-nine parts of ARK. He thought of them as "gargoyles," even referring to them as such for a while. As the series progressed, however, he began to sense that he was making a different work, one less ornamental than funereal and memorial. Once he perceived these poems in this light, he recognized that he was commemorating the victims of AIDS he watched fall firsthand during the 1980s and 1990s in his adopted city of San Francisco. He considered the possibility of carrying this project out to ninety-nine parts, thinking of the blocks of the poems as the stones of a vast henge, to be a monument for the dead. But after considerable pruning of these quatrains, he found he had sixty-six and that if he imagined a bottom row of eleven quatrains, and then a next row of ten, and one of nine, and so on, he would have a pyramid.

In 1996, RJ sent me the manuscript for this poem, along with the handful of other poems (including RADI OS) that make up The Outworks, a book to be published by Flood Editions. The quatrains in "Blocks to Be Arranged in a Pyramid" are arranged three to a page in the manuscript, each separated by a small square. Shortly after receiving this manuscript, I suggested to RJ that I wanted to print this poem as a broadside, in a pyramidal form. He agreed. So, later in 1996, LVNG launched its Supplemental Series with the printing of this broadside. Designed by poet John Tipton, we decided to begin the broadside with the first block at the top, proceeding down to the bottom. One can read the poem, then, in the sequence RJ intended, but one is free to let the reading eye wander, to read selected quatrains, or to follow any path up or down the pyramid. RJ was quite pleased with this publication.

Even so, the poem as such, the poem RJ composed, was written as a sequence intended for a book. Here, then, in Octopus Magazine, "Blocks to Be Arranged in a Pyramid" is presented in its intended form for the first time.

Peter O'Leary
April 21, 2004
Budapest

 

 

 

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Blocks to Be Arranged in a Pyramid
in memoriam aids

Then with a sweep
blindly eradicate
perception itself
afire with egress


      


step in a blink
blank as paper
few fields beyond
pure fallen Snow


      


rolled door aside
And stood beside space
a place of sepulcher
in splice of time


      


& kneel on stone
Looped red ribbon
flesh with bone
untwisted fate


      


everything a gift
after Totentanz
set fire to expanse
sight interminable


      


pale stampede
into the darkness
caught at throat
Chase remorseless


      


polished by light
bigger than life
meet Shade head-on
six feet deep


      


no ghost of chance
children of dust
chasing the Cyclone
around lost world


      


Fueled belief
lift thru rafter
freed frontier
ineluctable dross


      


hello chaos echo Alp
toe line precipice
flames at heel
fled pandemonium


      


stand under tornado
lightning renewal
flame climb mountain
to the naked eye


      


dark abjure dark
Tiger by first light
bordered in jungle
and door ajar


      


nor fear itself
before behind beside
crawl in inner ear
invade the mind


      


snap edge of fire
ear forfeit Puzzle
eyes all ablaze
fingers like candles


      


as if Stars above
had opened fire
no more the night
beneath my feet


      


yield redbird perch
grayest tombstone
assembled Holy Ghost
chrysanthemumed


      


Step now above
the river of grass
to sea of graves
pave way for all rest


      


flesh snug in choir
valley of bones
Ezekiel swung chariot
song anew throat


      


on this head of pin
I saw you there
standing on the edge
with wings aloft


      


light push light above
beneath spread Tree
to spin a tale
down dared a root


      


Into the bark carved
schewing cant
doors open on order
chaos sempiternal


      


wings’ intersections
almost nothing
Sky to themselves
blanket the earth


      


So darksparkling souls
as flame licketh up
consuming flesh
speak in cataract


      


dangle Scaffold
dread hammered nail
and hang by a thread
my daily bread


      


shall we ascend
stairwell Infinite
I hear it echo still
end on end on end


      


last curtain call
halfway up slope
Mt. No Return
time at standstill


      


led to sandcastle
whatever grail
at end of tunnel
Niagara in a barrel


      


bathed in light
Shadow gather
lion in the path
behind beyond


      


remember the dead
beating floorboards
of the Above
forehead first


      


whittle an Indies
scalpel frontier
step right into it
whistle the wind


      


Limb by limb belief
come tumble down
some terrible algebra
ull unbeknown


      


left in the cup
great waves torn
Dawn tomorrow
won apocalypse


      


& sought Wonders
ladder from the sky
aloft red clay
in midnight sun


      


unfolded banner
Au bateau & tombeau
rim of the world
at depths to plumb


      


of what’ll become
Mirror Mirror
on wall please tell
yet pace the drum


      


praise Rimbaud old
Van Gogh beyond crows
Mozart past clef
huzzah ghost crowd


      


banquet cleared
begin the raptors
bring on clown
and Mr. Highwire


      



Winter come early
wolves’ chorus
outside the door
howl keyhole


      


lit confetti
track barren plain
City of Angels
waterfall all round


      


right on target
ever toward Noose
my very horses
reach the stretch


      


Not one sparrow
witness my end
hawk winding down
name on the wind


      


beckon beacon
near rock bottom
Illimitable night
close at hand


      


voice from a cloud
clasped of asphodel
rise yet Lazarus
clear encrusted earth


      


whomever come
into the clearing
Null over void
grist starry mill


      


yr own backyard
cauldron of energies
of Sanctuary no end
hourglass almost empty


      



bombshell unleash
illuminate Himalaya
playing with fire
no lamp under bushel


      


say what you will
the Windmill is near
to edge of world
curtain drawn back


      


Enfold me wherever
night brought pinpoint
cyclone candlelight
arrays the stars


      


summon fled field
monster after monster
a Voyage fantastic
the very dirt alert


      


Imperil Utopia
where upon pure leap
power to umpteenth
no won Erewhon


      


bodies engraved
sweep up the stars
of all but Talisman
great bonfire


      


watch out the light
Sentinel utmost dark
once and for all
under roll diurnal


      


route to summit
drowned in labyrinth
eagle aperch pyre
& levitate Leviathan


      


stirring at core
galaxy revolved
and winding cloths
of design diverse


      


to All it comes
squall lack of breath
limbs lax no exit
home at last


      


collect each orb
on Skeleton Coast
goldust horizon
an infinity of sand


      


come whole circle
in zero gravity
spun remote points
exactly the One


      


miles from nowhere
Soul’s commotion
battering on wall
blind catafalque


      


old adversaries
wrestled to earth
in love with Death
abed lit candles


      


take me to the
lightning struck
in intimate thunder
sun Unthinkable


      


balance overtaken
slant snug of breath
up comes the floor
doors open to all


      


do what you must
bright Speckle Fly
caught amber cusp
come cataclysm


      


nor moment lost
red as an apple
an arrow acrown
buried in Arden


      


as Anthem forge
psalm of the soul
hammer of heart
mid burning bush


      


Into ranged breach
the snowy harbinger
footprints upslope
hard to breathe


      


mountains’ blue divide
nugget cloud prised
casket of song
cast off the Tomb

 


 

 

Editors’ Note: Broadsides of this poem are available for $15.00 (includes shipping & handling). Make checks payable to Flood Editions.

Ronald Johnson Broadside,
Flood Editions, P.O. Box 3865
Chicago, IL 60654-0865

 

 

 

 

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