Hi Rob,
I agree with what grasshopper's saying about your poem: it does seem to
alternate between plain language and complex thoughts.
I was troubled by: "in its slow, bitter twist of degree." which I found
difficult to grasp.
I, too, was reminded of Robert Service, a guy who was described, on the back
cover of a book I bought so, so, many years ago, as The Kipling of the
Yukon. But he wrote in quatrains and I like the way you've used couplets!
Bob
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: New: Jack, his reel
>Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 20:15:57 +0100
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>Dear Rob,
> This is interesting, but I find the rollicking form, which works
>best with humorous or ironical verse is rather at odds with the 'poetical',
>rather mystical business of the emerald. Some of the phrasing seems
>inappropriate to me eg
>'in its slow, bitter twist of degree.' and 'The next year his voice came
>from thorns in his throat'
>aren't in the same register as :
>'To the left of the door and pinned to the wall' and
>'and there's smoke in his glass and oil in his eyes'.
>
>Kind regards,
> grasshopper
>
> ----- Original Message -----
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> To: [log in to unmask]
> Sent: Sunday, August 29, 2004 10:36 AM
> Subject: [THE-WORKS] New: Jack, his reel
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> Jack, his reel
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>
> To the left of the door and pinned to the wall
> is a photo of Jack de la Rue
>
> and there's smoke in his glass and oil in his eyes
> and his hand hides the Martinique jewel.
>
> The next year his voice came from thorns in his throat
> as he rolled out the tale of his oath:
>
> he'd promised to love this wild girl from the town
> 'till the bottle delivered them both.
>
> So he pressed the old emerald into her hands
> and he told her that it was the sea
>
> and that it would consume all the stuff of their life
> in its slow, bitter twist of degree.
>
> Well she took it and brushed it all over his neck
> as she spoke through the grid of her hand,
>
> said "if the old rotting sea has a claim on your blood
> let it take you right now and be damned."
>
> the picture's still there but jack sailed to the north
> and he froze in the hard glassy waste.
>
> and the Martinique jewel is still hid by his hand
> with the smoke and the oil in his face.
>
>
> Rob Yeatman
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