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
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From: "schwartzgk" <[log in to unmask]>
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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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