J. H. Prynne
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- 100 god damn pages butchering sontag cooking with propane corpsey why are you so thick deaths from bromo-dragonfly enjoy your journey enjoy! everyone! gravity bong happy to help! jamaican voodoo gang from predator 2 lads vs. dudes martin anus shaun from delaware stoned modernism teat. the albert ayler of the recorder the bee is the messiah the path clears by the use it gets thick as fuck to pollen traitor cow-juice west coast dudes
woops
is not like other people
wondering what this could be
yyaldrin
in je ogen waait de wind
Royal Fern
By the beads you sleep, laden with scrip.
How can you love me in dream,
always walking from field to field.
You sleep on, seeded by snowy drift.
In strings it bales from the crest.
And singing with it, I run, half
fearingly, out of the hot shade.
Love holds me to the mallet path.
In his youth he walked much.
Tears streamed down his unlined face,
damping his shirt. Sleep glows
in its beads, staring the wing blind.
Still the snow hums, fetching my life:
the pain to come, still the key
takes cover in the chamois case.
The key is the edge of our day.
So the fiat parks by the kerb.
We hear him switch off, he is
dreaming of the void. `in time,
soup for the father in the open green.
Now the family is rejoined. In a
gold circlet they weep of pold fears.
It is warm here, the sycamore
pales at last. His to keep. Amass.
luka
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ive got as far as the glacial question unsolved which is about the advance of the ice age into britain
"The oscillation must have been so delicate, almost each contour on the rock spine is a weather limit."
"The oscillation must have been so delicate, almost each contour on the rock spine is a weather limit."
luka
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which is a poem i like and marks the emergence of a third style after the gawky, agitated and argumentative kitchen poems and the self-contained, almost mute and fragile reverence of the first part of white stones. all of early part of the book marked by the impossibility of saying what you mean, the inability to speak, through scruple and inhibition. and then with the glacial question you can, instead of trying, stammering, to say the difficult thing, you can go, oh, here is some shit i just read in a book
luka
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ive read every essay on him there is and most of the ones on the white stones talk about him trying to do something along the lines of understanding the body as part of the landscape, or the man as an extension/outgrowth of the land, or some sort of weird Olsonian thing along those lines
Benny Bunter
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Just checked my bank balance for this month and it was a bit better than I expected so I've gone and splashed the 30 euros.
Benny Bunter
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I've been sat here in the bar for an hour with the intention of getting on with Blake but I ended up reading through this thread instead. Impressed with @linebaugh 's contributions (have you got a copy too?) and Luka's bits on the ideal Starfighter poem. I think that one's my favourite I've managed to read so far.
Benny Bunter
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I read through it thinking I may have picked up a vague sense of what was going on, but then I actually looked up the word 'meniscus' and it was totally different to what I thought it might mean (I was assuming it might be some kind of algae or something). But it's fun this kind of reading. I like looking up words.
woops
is not like other people
what are you talking about, this was the initiation into the cult. i went to waterstone's in a trance and bought 3 copies of prynne the next day. came to with them all over the floor and only the receipt to explain what had happened.
Benny Bunter
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Whaaat? I just googled it and it gave me this:
The meniscus is a C-shaped piece of tough, rubbery cartilage that acts as a shock absorber between your shinbone and thighbone. It can be torn if you suddenly twist your knee while bearing weight on it. A torn meniscus is one of the most common knee injuries.