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Archaic Definition of the Week – Vates

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ADOTWvates: Latin: “prophet.” From earliest times, the poet has often been considered a seer or vates, divinely inspired, and his pronouncements have been accorded the status of prophecy.  Vergil, for example, was believed to have predicted the future literally in his Fourth Ecologue, which celebrated the birth of a child who was to bring back the Age of Gold.  For hundreds of years the poem was read as a pagan prophecy of the birth of Christ and Vergil held to be a vates.

Literary Terms: A Dictionary by Karl Beckson and Arthur Ganz.

The Amalgam Poems – The Final Poem

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amalgamWhen Dauviere came by Amalgam’s way,
he said he could not leave but could not stay:
forever he was trapped right where he stood,
and then he left the river town for good.

I wrote the Amalgam poems in the mid-1990s while nearly napping under a tree. They were seemingly nonsensical stanzas about a fictional town named Amalgam, its residents, and its larger world. I collected them one-by-one in a word processing file, which I printed and stashed away in a notebook.

In November 2009, I had a dream in which a hit man chased me and a group of “dream acquaintances” deep into the sub-cellar of an abandoned military building. In a room at the base of a rubble-filled shaft, he warned me to “dig up the Amalgam poems and post them.”

This poem completes my compliance with that instruction. I have posted one each Thursday, and now they are exhausted.

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Writer Links – Vampires, Pirates, and Novel Titles

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This week I have begun a variety of summer renewal projects.  I have potted 10 new plants in my new place, and have begun a photo catalog of my bookshelves.  (I may post these to the blog, if encouraged.)

I have also begun a targeted revision of The Ligan of the Disomus, and a related short story, The Woman Who Wouldn’t Die.  Although I do not subscribe to the common wisdom that a work of art is “never finished, merely abandoned,” I am glad that Ligan had not been picked up for publication before I had a chance to sketch out and complete a few short stories in the Observer’s world, and thus work out some larger-scale plot and character development decisions.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamA bear had wandered to Amalgam town;
its fur did not seem black, white, grey, nor brown,
and since we’d heard of no such other bear
we went our ways as if he weren’t there.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamA lady with an eye of polished bone
came to Amalgam hoping to atone
for crimes she swore had cost a healthy eye.
We told her things are stable as they lie.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamA partisan of strict Amalgam law,
which is defined as more a guide than rule,
was thus found felonous: his legal flaw
was holding law an arm and not a tool.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamA dog sat in Amalgam’s market street
awaiting those who bring the butcher meat.
We know to watch — the dog is in our way —
and still we bark in anger every day.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamA merchant with his cart of foreign wares
set up Amalgam’s only winding stairs.
The upper floor of his exotic shop
was safe from thieves, who’d see the stairs and stop.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamThe ferry on Amalgam’s river Tee
was built of wood from one white maple tree.
The owners of the tree and boat are kin,
and rats replaced the squirrels that dwelt within.

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The Amalgam Poems

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amalgamA man with guilty laughter in his hand
was poaching in Amalgam’s hunting land;
he had no legal right to keep the kill,
but fed his guilty hunger with it still.

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