luka

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To swell up so long, this time indwelling
in clouds going to flowers,
in order routine adjunct and smother
the meaner grace, below us.

All tangled in her hair's next affright
or mantled in burning, new
scan over tumults intently, Afric storm
scant in hood to undergo.

Ascorbic detail in this they ride partly
overlooked prior to attitude
stormy, defensive shrouding, in a hunt
for pitched cornice revealed.

Too single! caress fronds as to liberate
race hatred' package tour
whose every touch, kiss the rising hand
will too bleach-whiten yours.
 

luka

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A: I have a very intimate friendship with J.H. Prynne. I think the term ‘mentor’ really doesn’t do justice to the kind of generosity with which he nourishes the thinking and writing of those students who grow close to him at Cambridge. He would not give me any sort of direct instruction or feedback of the kind that might be accommodated in a creative writing classroom. He wouldn’t read my poems and point out faults with them or do any kind of informal workshopping with me. But he would give extraordinary, inexhaustibly generous encouragement to conceive poetry and the life of the poet as fateful, as a destiny, a necessity. He made it possible to feel and to believe that poetry really could be the most important thing I could do. It was startling to encounter that idiom and that power of conviction in the university environment.
For Prynne himself, and I think in his mind also for some other poets who might come along now and then, writing poetry is a kind of traumatic destiny that announces itself quite early on in life, almost a kind of inescapable bondage. He would, all the time, ask me deeply searching questions about my writing practice: what did it feel like, why was I doing it, what did it do to me to feel as though truth had been made to appear in poetic language, why did I think I had to do it, and I would ask him similar questions. And we would sometimes, at first gingerly, because of my embarrassment, talk about his work, about which he had been famously reticent for a very long time. I think this was really how our friendship first began to blossom. One night at a party I was unabashedly direct in asking him some questions about his poetry. From then on, occasionally we would talk about some of my poems, but more often we would have very long, ardent, intimate conversations about the nature of writing itself, what it was we were doing, what kind of truth might be at stake, what was the relation of this practice to history, to politics, to what was going on in the world.
 

woops

is not like other people
either it's a bizarre money making scam or he's determined to write himself into self-parody before he dies
 

woops

is not like other people
when you read those printing details it's like a comic-collectors market. no two copies alike. gold foil cover
 

luka

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luka

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Leading-edge undulations or tubercles of humpback whale flippers have been known as one of biomimetic technologies adaptable to flow control of aerofoils, particularly at post stall conditions. These leading-edge undulations are also known to reduce noise resulting from an interaction with on-coming turbulence.

that's an aademic paper not Prynne but it helps understand how Prynne becomes Prynne, living all his life in a university surrounded by this kind of language.
 
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