would you call this urban landscape?
i would. that is for the first 13 lines.
At 12:13 AM 1/22/01 +0000, you wrote:
>"The experience"
>
>There are places
>he crosses,
>downtown streets porticos pass-ways
>oppressed
>by the height of their buildings,
>the weight of their skies
>which are, suddenly,
>inhabited
>by the echo of his steps,
>the routine of a man walking by,
>a fraction of his voice,
>the venturous thread
>of all his wonderings.
if i may butt in:
from here it leaves the flatness of the landscape and ascends to another
space.
as soon as the character in the scene is identified we go inside his(or the
author's) head.
it moves, to what i think alison might call, internal landscape of the
subject(whether it is the author or not).
>
>I know of the poems
>he conceives while striding,
>that plausibly have happened
>inside of him long before
>and that he accomplishes, steadily,
>over a long tested plan.
>
the next 13 lines conjures another space, a cognitive analytical space
which tries to explain why; makes an argument for being, and requires a
different space from the two previous spaces.
it may even stimulate a fourth space inside the reader, that reflective
space when all of a sudden that subject may in fact be me.
>The plan that was constructed
>at his roots like a hymn
>with strict stanzaic patterns,
>blending revenge and passion
>with pitiful thoughts, affection,
>
>the scheme he perfected
>because of the accident
>which occurred to his soul
>while on its journey,
>
>the design that all other plans
>strengthens,
>or else annihilates, by purpose
>or mistake.
>
from this point on we are let down again onto the landscape of the city,
the subject merging back into the scene.
>So he grows up, predominant,
>along the metal plates,
>the bridges, the blocks of flats
>he daily passes and ponders.
>
indeed, he has sprung out of the poem, as he has sprung from the pavement,
but for me, more like the black hole that dwells within depression, the
thought that thinks i am, the thought that asks am i?
>So he himself springs out
>from the bare pavement
>like a gush of petroleum,
>a breaking iron tower,
>a glass skyscraper.
>
> 31 December 2000
>
komninos
22 nd of january.
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