My problem with the thing was that I was totally unsure it made any sort of
sense, particularly the last few lines. I was seriously doubtful about
posting it at all; but then it linked so neatly with the fallen feathers in
yours. As to the misheard bit, this was definitely what I thought Don
Paterson said, though of course I knew it couldn't have been. A pity,
that -- with a text like that, what might he not have preached? I think the
wiring between my ears and my brain must be connected up wrong -- though my
hearing is excellent, I get patches of what amounts to aural hallucination
(they tell me it's the epilepsy), and find them on the whole quite
fascinating.
joanna
----- Original Message -----
From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, August 10, 2005 7:57 PM
Subject: Re: snap
> Joanna,
>
> Do you mean that you thought your poem was a bit odd, or that the
> "misheard" was a bit odd?
>
> Your poem, I think, gives a rich.spare mood of poetry-creating, and
> especially of that which you yourself practice: the continuous intersect
> of inspiration and craft.
>
> Joodles.
>
>
>
>
>> No, no, midear, 'tis true. I did actually mishear the lecturer, and that
>> was the journey my waking mind took. Glad you liked it -- I thought it
>> was a bit odd, myself.
>>
>> joanna
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Wednesday, August 10, 2005 6:12 PM
>> Subject: Re: snap
>>
>>
>>> Joanna,
>>>
>>> This is stunning! The yield of dreams well worked, m'dear!
>>>
>>> Judy
>>>
>>> ----- Original Message -----
>>> From: "Joanna Boulter" <[log in to unmask]>
>>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>>> Sent: Wednesday, August 10, 2005 1:08 PM
>>> Subject: snap
>>>
>>>
>>>> Poetry Seeks Radiance
>>>> (on a line misheard at a lecture)
>>>>
>>>> Poetry seeks ravens
>>>> I thought he said,
>>>> catching a dark feather
>>>> from the gibbet birds,
>>>> their proof of poetry's
>>>> keen eye and murderous
>>>> merciless beak. The only radiance here
>>>> is the shining bones
>>>> pecked clean, the purest
>>>> possible form. If this
>>>> is tumbled in its chains
>>>> we must reassemble
>>>> it with unflinching hands.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Joanna Boulter
>>>> Darlington UK
>>>>
>>>
>>
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