Conceit

Title

Conceit

Subject

Coal Mining Exhibit

Description

Bond poem, Horrell photo, Martell background

Creator

David Bond, Beth Martell, Doc Horrell

Source

The Light That Shatters Darkness Exhibit

Publisher

Special Collections Research Center, Morris Library, Southern Illinois University Carbondale

Contributor

Special Collections Research Center, Morris Library, Southern Illinois University Carbondale

Rights

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Format

Text, JPG photograph

Language

English

Type

Poetry, photography

Identifier

Exhibit Window #5

Text

Conceit

Men perch on ripped 2 X 12’s minutes before
shift change at the mouth of a mine
alternately cursed and praised
for the blight of blemished lungs,
the tons of coal torn, loaded,
lifted from night to day, night to night,
the wild passage steel rollers sing,

systolic, regular as the inspiration
of wedded cigarettes, the slaver of Kodiak
between a chokedamp dialect,
crosscurrents of stale air and slow-burning slag,
the soundings each takes with each,
an allegory of lightless drudgery
limned each twelve hour trick.

And as they enter a metal framework
called the cage, hunched against the cold updraft,
as the greasy cable eases down,
the giant motor catches its breath,
ground rises and the latticework
of riveted steel scales past,
I think of my friend Lewis, descending.

Is there not a sort of nobility
in his scarred hands and broken nails,
in the fact that he can barely read the dirty
list of duties a foreman hands him
as formality? Is there not romance
in the sifting coal dust itself, masking
faces to burnt simulacrums by day’s end?

I imagine a place deep within the marrow of planet
where men and nature merge, laborers huddle
in the darkness of chambered sumps around
some warm transformer like the hermits of “Tintern Abbey,”
where life is distilled to a clarity of presence.
But then, as the brake dogs screech and
wire rope slackens, I see the rejected mountain

of pestled slack, the barren open cuts, sick orange
run-off to a lake of acidic waste. I think of
the fact that hermits were often hired by the rich
in Wordsworth’s time to live in caves. I think
of false nature, the deception of form, my own foolishness.



Original Format

Photograph of one-armed coal miner

Files

The Light That Shatters Darkness #12a.jpg
The Light That Shatters Darkness #12b.jpg

Citation

David Bond, Beth Martell, Doc Horrell, “Conceit,” SCRC Virtual Museum at Southern Illinois University's Morris Library, accessed August 11, 2022, https://scrcexhibits.omeka.net/items/show/57.

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