art ~ spirit ~ transformation

e*lix*ir   #8
spring 2019



  • Forms of Exaltation: New Art for a New Age

  • Poetry

  • Poems
    by Imelda Maguire
  • e*lix*ir poets on the Kilkenny Poetry Trail

  • Translations

  • “I Tremble” by Rumi
    translated by Anthony A. Lee and Nesreen Akhtarkhavari

  • The Writing Life

  • Telling the Story of a Queen
    by Della Marcus

  • Memoir

  • Red
    by Lauren Laisying Turner

  • Personal Reflections on Bahá’í Texts

  • The Mystery of Proximity and Remoteness
    by A. Philip Christensen
  • A Night Never Before Witnessed
    by Patricia Verge

  • Art

  • Paintings
    by Brad Pokorny

  • Comic

  • Ruhi & Riaz
    by Eira

  • Voices of Iran

  • The Love Bird
    by Zarrin Kasiri

  • Looking Back on Books

  • Glimpses of Hope, Selected Poems by Michael Fitzgerald
    by Rhonda Palmer
  • Point by Point: An Anthology of Poems...
  • State of the Art: Books for Children
    by Allison Grover Khoury

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    Glimpses of Hope

    Selected Poems by Michael Fitzgerald

    Reviewed by RHONDA PALMER

    I met Michael Fitzgerald in 1970 when a group of us sat in a chilly Earlham College auditorium singing old folk tunes to the chords of a dulcimer. It was at Earlham that Michael Fitzgerald found his poetic voice, a voice he has worked hard to refine over a lifetime of diligent practice of the art of poetry. For almost five decades, Fitzgerald has been faithful to poetry, writing prolifically and with a deepening awareness of both the outer world and his own inner struggle. The result is a sometimes joyful, sometimes painful, and always moving body of work.

    His wholehearted acceptance of the teachings of Bahá’u’lláh, which he also discovered at Earlham, has served to focus his concerns in that work while his developing craft has derived inspiration from Walt Whitman, whose voice is heard in the grace notes of Fitzgerald’s work, and from Emily Dickinson as well as Robert Hayden. While his work is infused with the positive vision of the Bahá’í Faith, with its confident assertion of the ultimate oneness of all peoples and religions, Fitzgerald does not shy away from the challenges of the process that will bring humanity to embrace such a vision. He sings his song with the same heartfelt compassion, practiced skill and trust of process found in the best jazz musicians.

    Music inhabits much of his work and not just in the artful use of cadence and inner rhyme. Each word labors to reach some new understanding. The reader hears the human voice singing as well as orchestral music and jazz. Fitzgerald writes of Dizzy Gillespie, of Doc Holliday, and of the roots of jazz. In his poems, strangers sing the blues in cafes and brass quintets transport us. There is “one song, one chord, one chant,” he affirms, and the entire planet participates in the “heuristic hum.” Fitzgerald’s poems spend a lot of time in diners: good food and coffee are always on the menu where Jo-Jo is the waitress, the juke box is hot, and new friends share their love as well as bagels. The end result is a poetic vision in which world music is more than notes on a page and food more than physical sustenance.

    Fitzgerald’s earliest published poems, from the ‘80s, offer snapshots of a younger man who was often ill and still learning that art could be “a stretcher to wheel in the wounded.” I’m grateful for these early poems, as full of words as they are. While they are a younger man’s poems, they hold the promise of a tighter, more concise voice. In the poems of “New World Suite,” which appeared in 1990, Fitzgerald pares down his work, so that the spaces between the notes show through. Between 1990 and 2015, he published eight book length collections of poems, along with books for children, various chapbooks and three collections of literary work by writers in the worldwide community of artists in which he had found a home. And he did all of this on an IBM Selectric, editing with a ball point pen. Rarely traveling far from the Shenandoah Valley, over the decades he has written with the urgency of one who is fully aware that a lifetime might not be long enough to say all the things that need to be said.

    In a poem entitled “Dust of the Heart,” Fitzgerald communicates that urgency, drawing on a Whitmanesque sparseness to convey both the beauty and the messiness of the inner struggle: “In the primary dust/ of the human heart,/ where we learn of ourselves,/ break ourselves and become,/ I go in each day to do/ a bit of cleaning....” (Holy Passions, 1998).

    Despite his quiet lifestyle, Fitzgerald engages with and writes about current issues. As a result, his writing has a public dimension, so much so that it has even been shared in a cluttered clubhouse near Detroit where at-risk teens gather daily to do battle with the forces of indifferent schools, poverty and racism. On the bright orange walls of the clubhouse, the teens have painted one of Fitzgerald’s poems in large green letters, next to a picture of Dizzy Gillespie and Malcolm X. Of the many poems introduced to them — poems by Langston Hughes, Robert Hayden, Maya Angelou and others — they chose to set down “The Uses of Art,” as a reminder, one can only assume, that there is beauty to be found and to be made, if one can only see it:

    What use art? A stretcher
    to wheel in the wounded—

    a monument of blossoms—
    a bit of latticework on the temple—

    each painting, a record of a psychic diver—
    each poem, an artifact—

    life to be lived as a symphony or
    maybe just some chamber music for the few—

    each breath, a brush stroke—
    each day, a dance.
            (Sonata of the Spirit, 2005)

    Glimpses of Hope ends with a “Note to the Reader” from one who managed to rise up to say “yes” to the current darkness. For Fitzgerald to say “yes” to the life means to say “yes” to “Bahá” — the Glory of God — and to see the light present in the “current darkness”:

    I sing these songs
    from the vortex,
    from the placeless urge,
    from the drive to go on

    somehow to rise up
    amid the current darkness,
    somehow to say “Yes!”—
    yes to the future within the present,

    yes, to Bahá, to singing,
    yes to the inexorable drive toward peace.

    Glimpses of Hope is Michael Fitzgerald’s own distillation of a lifetime of work and will likely be the best place to read a representative sample of his poetry.

    Rhonda Palmer

    Bio:   Rhonda Palmer is a hospice nurse, a grandmother and a lover of poetry who lives and works in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her most recent project is a retrospective of the work of poet Richard W. Thomas, to be released in April 2019 by Hopeful Press.