Always that tremor of variation an
unbalancing, a welcome thing.
Please return to your kill territory
whenever you feel the thermals.
Cheers,
Gerald
> Thank for your courteous words Jerry. It was strange to look at a picture
> after so many years, very different from looking at an old photograph.
Even
> the poorest poem can have a kind of interior quality that evades the eye
of
> the camera. Auden's noted comparison always puts me in mind of a bird of
> prey examing its kill-territory.
> I'd hasten to add that I think that if there is anything much to my
> putative snapshot it is in a slight perurbation of the rhythm, a tremor of
> variation against the expected.
>
> JN
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "schwartzgk" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Wednesday, November 26, 2003 12:36 PM
> Subject: Re: Snapshot?
>
>
> > Very much a kin. And welcome.
> >
> > -- Jerry Schwartz
> >
> > > Not having introduced myself I should explain that I am primarily a
> reader
> > > rather than a writer of poetry. I do though occasionally make what
might
> > be
> > > verse. Below is a short piece (and all my attempts are short) dating
> back
> > to
> > > 1977 during the one and fortunately brief spell of unemployment in my
> > adult
> > > life. I include it because it seems akin to the Snapshots project.
> > >
> > >
> > > Work
> > >
> > > He should neither love nor hate me
> > > Visibly. A prim pink slip to bridge
> > > Our singularities. I do not speak
> > > I write: I am stamped and signed
> > > Unemployed for the week.
> > >
> > > (1977)
> > >
> > >
> > > JN
> > >
> >
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