Dear Harriet,
welcome aboard.
In celebration of your joining I'm posting a poem from your collection _My
Haven't the Flowers Been?_, magic circle press, 1995
best wishes
Randolph Healy
DISSECTION Harriet Zinnes
What if each moment had hidden parts
to be broken down.
So closely connected the parts would be
that only a piercing invisible thought
would be able to break each one of them.
Let us say that the parts were divided into colors:
red, blue, violet, ultramarine, green, and umber.
Anyone who wanted to live a moment fully
would have to experience each of the hidden colors.
And all very quickly in the very moment
of the moment experienced in time.
It would be a rapid mental dissection.
Each color would appear successively
followed by the encroachment of the next color
but not mixed with the color, no never mixed.
What a fracturing.
A moment would then be an act of perception,
a sensuous perception
of some curvature, of a formal experience of space
resolved into time,
broken down into geometric appearances
as color broke into color,
sensuosities experienced starkly, cubistically.
All time, edgy, resistant to cohesion.
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Subject: introduction
Date: 09 March 2000 19:32
Dear Listees:
I have just joined the list. May I introduce myself. You may know my
work.
I am an American poet, fiction writer, and literary and art critic (I have
written on many British poets and artists) and professor emerita of English
of Queens College of the City University of New York.
It will certainly be a pleasure to read you.
Sincerely
Harriet Zinnes
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