The Architect of Suffering

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    In 1997, John Smelcer and Ted Hughes—Sylvia Plath’s widower and Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom—met at a pub in Guildford, England. Over pints, the idea of this poetry collection was born. Finally, the book that Hughes considered to be the American cousin to his Crow flaps, caws, and spraddles into the pages of literary history. It was inevitable that Hughes and Smelcer should meet. Crow, meet Raven.

    In the mythologies of cultures worldwide, Raven, or his smaller cousin, Crow, is often portrayed as a mischievous trickster Creator and Destroyer. In this collection of poetry, John Smelcer has crafted Raven as all these things, but also as an Instigator who was present at key moments of human history when things went awry. A quarter century in the making, Raven is finally flapping his way into literary history!

    A collection of poems about the world’s seemingly lack of compassion and kindness and what or who may lie behind it.

    “In clean clear language Smelcer takes this knotty cosmic riddle, cruel compassion, treacherous beauty, trickster Raven God—or human beings—and tries out his tough, funny poems. This book is a hard-won look at the riddle.”  Gary Snyder, Beat Poet & winner of the Pulitzer Prize

    Illustrated by Larry Vienneau, Don DeMauro & Leonard Baskin

    raven post 2THE BIRTH OF RAVEN

    On the Monday after the first week
    God accidentally made a black hole
    which threatened to destroy Creation.

    So He put it in a bag

    hammered it with a spiral galaxy
    incinerated it in the oven of a thousand suns
    and drowned it in every ancient sea.

    But when He opened it

    Raven flew out from the blackness
    blinking and stretching his wicked new wings
    bending his unflinching hunger earthward.

     

     Illustration by Leonard Baskin; used with permission

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    In the beginning
    Raven was as white as a glacier

    But eon after eon
    his wings turned black

    his head
    his feet
    his beak
    his claws

    In the end

    his heart became a coal mine
    his eyes two black holes
    devouring the universe

    atom by a  t  o  m

    A LINGERING DOUBT

    At the end of the tumultuous sixth day
    God fashioned Man—a future victim of Raven’s

    selfishness and greed. Perhaps God said something or
    perhaps He said nothing at all. When He was done

    God wiped his brow and sighed deeply. It seems
    to me that sigh must still be hanging there.

    INSTIGATOR

    In 1692, Raven flew to Salem, Massachusetts for a crack,
    but he quickly became bored with the Puritans

    who simply didn’t know how to have any fun.

    But then he spied two girls sticking out their tongues at an old lady
    who chastised them for picking their snot in public.

    Disguised as a black-frocked vicar
    Raven whispered, “She’s a witch”
    and suddenly both girls went into epileptic fits.

    As the good townspeople gathered around
    Raven began to sing a contagious song:

    “Ding, dong the witch is dead!”

    In no time, a hundred accusing fingers were pointing like pistols.

    RAVEN’S TITANIC FUN

    April 15, 1912

    Raven flapping across the North Atlantic
    on his way to visit cousins at the Tower of London.

    Through the starry night he spies
    the Titanic, New York bound, icebergs dead ahead.

    On a lark, he lands,

    hides in the wheelhouse and waits
    until the captain leaves the helm
    then, in his best impersonation,
    calls down to the engine room,

    “Full Speed Ahead!”

    Satisfied with his mayhem
    Raven resumes his flight,
    humming some tune he heard
    a trio playing as the ship

    plunged

    into

    the    abyss

    as deep and dark as Raven’s gullet.

    RAVEN’S SHELL GAME

    Raven set up at the corner of 42nd and Broadway.

    He placed three shells on a table and shouted,

    “Step right up! Everyone’s a winner!”

    Christ, Buddha, and Mohammad, who were on vacation,
    stopped to watch and listen, wearing mirrored sunglasses,
    sandals with white socks, and T-shirts that said “I ♥ New York.”

    Raven pegged them for pigeons right away.

    “Guess which shell the pea is under and you’re a winner!”

    All three prophets put down a twenty.

    Seemingly, Raven placed a pea under one shell,
    but it was really a slight of hand, then he shuffled them saying,

    “The wing is faster than the eye.”

    Christ raised a shell and there was a pea!

    Raven was bewildered.

    Then Buddha lifted a shell and there was a pea under it as well.

                Astonished, Raven couldn’t believe his eyes!

    Finally, Mohammad picked up the remaining shell,
    and miraculously also found a pea.

    Beaten at his own game, Raven flew away in a fit, squawking,

    “Cheats! Cheats! Cheats!”

     

    As a member of an Alaska Native tribe, I have known Raven (Corvus corax) all my life as the deified trickster, the ever-selfish, ever-hungry, ever-wicked, ever-present, and always clever god of our Native cultures. I have written several books of Alaska Native mythology. Moreover, as the only tribal member who can read and write fluently in my Native language (Ahtna), I have included a handful of my poems written in Ahtna Athabaskan (the language that Raven gave us) and have rendered them into English, making them among the rarest translations of a language in existence.

    ZEN RAVEN

    Raven wanted to learn patience.

    So he sat amid stones
    on a mountain
    for a thousand years—

    neither he nor the stones
    saying a word.

    SAGHANI GGAAY ZEN

    Saghani Ggaay den ghaetl’.

    Xa’ dii daa yae’ ts’es
    dghelaay ts’en’
    c’etiy xay—

    Saghani Ggaay ‘eł ts’es
    kole ghaas.

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