When I first read some of your pieces here years ago (here in this
virtual space) I would never have guessed you would write a Snapshot
invoking Wordsworth ("I knew/a tree"), Lawrence! I find this moving in
both senses ("discrete animation" ). I was listening to Kyle Gann's "So
many little dyings" (based on Patchen's reading of his poem, it can be
downloaded for free from Gann's website) this morning and the two works
complemented each other, resonated from different fields.
mj
Lawrence Upton wrote:
>Cameras don't get the smell of place.
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> I knew
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>a tree, which, at a time of year, opened
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>with a key of scent long passages of memory,
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>another side of Lethe, where the backward
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>immortality of thought's origin became
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>tangible in its roots' narrowing recesses
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>smiles and skin aroma
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> its warmth
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>Somewhere in April light, my mother cooks,
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>a saucepan of hot water bubbling round
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>vegetables, she in this room, sustained here
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>by recollection of the tang of
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>liquid she puts on her hair to make it shine;
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>though now of course others move and live there,
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>layered, apart from her, discrete animation.
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>Now he who makes this recalls, in low fields,
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>mountain roads he flows along on intermittent
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>rills of lavender flooding his life
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>[early morning, Leswidden, West Penwith]
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>"Ozymandias I may be but I shall not build my statue of blancmange. " Peter Riley
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Flow My Tears is a novel of nonstop intrigue set sometime in the future of an alternate reality. It has a great ending and really makes you think about life and similar things. - Online review by Keith.
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