J. H. Prynne

Benny Bunter

Benny Bunter

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Love that one. "This is not our planet, we have come to the wrong place" and the leaky boat gliding down the stream are brilliant. It's like a weird mix of Wordsworth, a Marxist essay and 'row, row your boat gently down the stream" dreaminess
 
Corpsey

Corpsey

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I do like this one, think I'm starting to understand Prynne's appeal

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.

Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.

There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.

The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
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luka

luka

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just rereading at the monument i love it i went up the monument today and the view was insane
 
luka

luka

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Next to ride and slide by the sea in season, he plans by reason
purslane teeming will burn quickly even watchfire after severance
belated. Come on forward tried harder, all seem prime view pier
troop advancing if may striven to cordon his most conductance,
forgiveness. Converge, insurgent let to lesson, learn by flame
profile as far as, near to pride abate; memorialise inscribe at stance
defiance laryngeal, unharmful, which lamp is spent attended.
He knows it will, in mercy only by step riven, by tidal in plenty
held off, refracted bloom; all wait bated intake, in saline action,
fetching the storm without. Rock scarp tread light then sudden
beforehand released past punishment, mere human condolence
his curative ambition, stems to prostrate shoreline ride and slide
again; hopeful pardon them patience withouten blame, against
the wind, to fortune its yellow flower flowing beloved conducive
to windswept pliancy, urgent microlite cruising azurite.
 
Benny Bunter

Benny Bunter

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Patience, Though I Have Not​

Patience, though I have not
The thing that I require,
I must of force, God wot,
Forbear my most desire;
For no ways can I find
To sail against the wind.
Patience, do what they will
To work me woe or spite,
I shall content me still
To think both day and night,
To think and hold my peace,
Since there is no redress.

Patience, withouten blame,
For I offended nought;
I know they know the same,
Though they have changed their thought.
Was ever thought so moved
To hate that it hath loved?
Patience of all my harm,
For fortune is my foe;
Patience must be the charm
To heal me of my woe:
Patience without offence
Is a painful patience.

by Sir Thomas Wyatt
 
Benny Bunter

Benny Bunter

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Sonnet 19: When I consider how my light is spent​

BY JOHN MILTON
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
 
Benny Bunter

Benny Bunter

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Wondering whether it might be a sort of war poem: "troop advancing" - "monument" - "memorial" - "insurgent" - "human condolence" - "the storm without"

Calling for hope, patience, forgiveness, mercy in time of war?
 
luka

luka

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The decade since Poems (2015) has been the most productive period of Prynne's life, with over thirty limited editions published between 2017 and 2023. To have added these to a fourth edition of Poems would have doubled the size of that volume. Poems 2016–2024 is therefore a separate, supplementary edition of his later work, including, except for minor corrections, the unchanged contents of 34 texts, from Each to Each (2017), written in 2016, to Hadn't Yet Bitten (2023), as well as the corrected 2023 text of At Raucous Purposeful (2022). The 26 Impromptus comprising Memory Working, originally published by Face Press in three separate editions in 2020 and 2021, appear here as a complete sequence.

 
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okzharp

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Turns out I got the wrong end of the stick... his handlers are "preparing" tho, my mate is writing his obit.
I'm currently reading a pdf of the new POEMS collection and it's probably the best thing I've ever read. I mean...

Permission

Clastic alpine or simplify further born off
size motion, grow giddy heart our tempest agree
inclusive tier rung, world arbiter. Provision
even slide out back, along the top. Collapse not
eating broken gut fronted oh brevity to capture,
to ours brought absolute. You in part licence
for its risk to know in flow bereft, it is for
misery that counts and cannot await fluent lock
offensive prefer. Debit seizure own brain disturbed
cut back briskly all of their refusal,
chew up willing, would be better. Late finish
to fly, abstain has by as ever recognise, for
true party at once buoyant; tight to floating
a grippage torrent in forage presentation, will
affix new side go to tell short and mute. Inlet
is meant by age passion, live banish aftermath
often fast to care, worn up free elude its win.
 
luka

luka

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1.0 out of 5 stars A complete waste of time best avoided
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 18 July 2023
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JH Prynne’s recent prolific spell is of course laudable. He is now an elderly writer who has his own cult followers.
But to read such nonsense verse as this is akin to doing a cryptic crossword puzzle. Prynne continues to get these recent works published because of his venerable status.
But to read this chapbook is really heavy weather with no effort to claim a context. Those who admire JH Prynne will of course praise him to high heaven.
Yet this publication is a pointless exercise best ignored or just avoided. Prynne may well have enjoyed writing it but one wishes he didn’t have have allowed publication.
To say anything negative about JH Prynne is liable to be knocked by the Prynne devotees. But if this publication reflects JH Prynne’s recent literary efforts simply don’t buy it. It’s a shambles a great poet is reduced to a futile effort like this then it’s time to remember the best Prynne poems but being honest this is simply appalling.
But nonetheless a fine publication by Broken Sleep Books.
 
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