OK, Fred, I loved my mother too. And as well I can be very sweet and caring
to my girlfriends, BUT I can also be unthinkingly sexist towards women, it
isa the bossy thing, we do bully women, and we oughta be honest about it. We
want to own, possess, control them, notice that 'them'.
Confessions of a Brummie.
The problem with Stevens is the emptiness, like that jar in Tennessee: there
is nothing there.
Best
Dave
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Sent: Wednesday, October 26, 2005 12:02 AM
Subject: Re: which poet would you be + Jenniffer Lesh
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> From: "David Bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Subject: Re: which poet would you be + Jenniffer Lesh
>
>
> > This is interesting. I'm not sure how woman-hating Stevens was, but what
> > does come across to me is a certain coldness towards people, despite the
> > aesthetic beauty that can be there. I am aware that my seeing, feeling
etc
> > of the poems maybe partly preticated on my being male, so I might miss
> > things that a woman might see as staringly obvious.
> >
> > I tend to annoyed with Stevens about the political stuff, y'know, fan of
> > Mussolini etc, and also the crap he wrote in his first book, oh yeah,
too,
> > the iambics, di-dum, dee-dumb.
> >
> > Drone.
> >
> > Best
> >
> > Dave
> >
> >
> He loved his mother. Somewhat hidden but very moving bit about her death
in
> "The Auroras of Autumn" - "The necklace is a carving, not a kiss."
> "Upstairs, the windows will be lighted, not the rooms."
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