{"id":3540,"date":"2025-06-16T15:25:29","date_gmt":"2025-06-16T15:25:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3540"},"modified":"2025-06-16T15:25:29","modified_gmt":"2025-06-16T15:25:29","slug":"celans-prophetic-darkness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3540","title":{"rendered":"Celan&#8217;s Prophetic Darkness"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"851\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-1024x851.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3541\" style=\"width:527px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-1024x851.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-300x249.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-768x638.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-1536x1277.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_3014-2048x1703.jpeg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>My immersion into Paul Celan\u2019s poems hasn\u2019t been depressing; instead I\u2019ve been following, with keen attention over the past weeks, a mind which has been where we are treading.&nbsp;&nbsp;Celan spoke of poems as being prophetic, that they \u201ccast their shadow ahead of themselves: one must live after them.&nbsp;&nbsp;Life itself must pass through the poem.\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes indeed!&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I follow mindfully through his halting struggle to wrest language out of its abuse and false clarity.\u00a0\u00a0And darkness, I can\u2019t help but feel the power of \u201cliving, creative darkness,\u201d a human darkness which also seethes in poems.\u00a0\u00a0I\u2019m thinking of Celan\u2019s \u201cFrom Darkness to Darkness.\u201d Never would you find a deus ex machina, a miraculous light bursting into a scene in Celan.\u00a0\u00a0Instead a subtle light appears, throws shade ahead of the poet, onto a beloved, onto an empty field.\u00a0\u00a0There is trembling possibility \u2013 a breakthrough of recognition, across borders, time and self.\u00a0\u00a0(I\u2019m drawing on a brilliant introduction by Susan Gillespie, who translated <strong>Corona, <\/strong>Selected Poems.)\u00a0 Through the obscurity, the poem carries forward, having been sparked with the light and coursing energy of human exchange.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I felt it when reading together with a group of smart folks who were listening as if a trumpet was sounding.\u00a0\u00a0And at the protest where a shared consciousness was erupting in the gray rain.\u00a0\u00a0It is a kind of faith, hope against hope in a dim world.\u00a0\u00a0A shared consciousness to observe the present and the unknowingness of the future.\u00a0\u00a0Rock on, Celan.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My immersion into Paul Celan\u2019s poems hasn\u2019t been depressing; 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