No quarrel here with your reading, Dave. For me, however, any parody
of Tennyson was unintentional--an echo much more than a memory, if
that. Bats--way down deep in the cave.
Hal
On Jan 17, 2006, at 7:41 PM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
> Thirdly thoughts, Hal: I suspect that what happens, to the 'ear',
> is that on
> reading the Tennyson parody one's memory immediately triggers
> metre, so that
> recognition looks for it.
>
> Get what I'm awkwardly fumbling to say?
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Halvard Johnson" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 2:15 PM
> Subject: Re: "Sonnet: Body Under a Running Stream"
>
>
> Thanks for the thoughts, Dave, both first and second. I'm listening
> more closely
> now to the closing rhythms and may revise those. To tell you the
> truth, I don't
> think the meter is running in this cab, so I'll have to play it by
> ear.
>
> Hal
>
> On Jan 17, 2006, at 4:42 AM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
>
>> On second thoughts, Hal, methinks the parodic Tennysonianism of the
>> conclusion does work: my initial reaction was that it went too
>> close in that
>> there was a slip into sounding as if you meant it|: parody is very
>> much a
>> double-edged weapon.
>> Do suspect there's a slight wobble in the metre though.
>>
>> All the Best
>>
>> Dave
>>
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "David Bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 12:26 AM
>> Subject: Re: "Sonnet: Body Under a Running Stream"
>>
>>
>> Quite impressive. I think it goes a bit Tennysonian ( as in
>> Ulysees) in the
>> concluding couplet, the metre's a bit wobbly there too, but still,
>> not bad
>> ....
>>
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Halvard Johnson" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Monday, January 16, 2006 3:47 PM
>> Subject: "Sonnet: Body Under a Running Stream"
>>
>>
>> Sonnet: Body Under a Running Stream
>>
>> Amusing at first, but then not. North by the Tigris
>> until we reached the Spirit of God, hovering over the dark
>> waters, finding more in common with them than we’d thought.
>> Diverting their water to other, less amiable purposes,
>>
>> bounded on the north by the Book of Genesis, on the south
>> by the Gulf of Aden, four angels caught in our crossfire.
>> Those who arise each morning and put on two faces,
>> facilitating a more effective dialogue, not surprised
>>
>> by reports of new atrocities gathered in the face of fresh,
>> new press restrictions, persistent rumors of imminent
>> withdrawals, counterpointed by PSYOP projects
>> that invariably failed to accomplish their purposes—
>>
>> to persuade, to change, to influence,
>> to interdict, to dissemble, to re-elect.
>>
>>
>> Hal
>>
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