Yes: all good wishes & thoughts for him & you. And thanks for the
intense gaze of the poem.
Doug
On 14-Mar-06, at 7:50 AM, Joanna Boulter wrote:
> This is your newest little lad, then, Knut? We'll keep the good
> thoughts for him, and for you all.
>
> joanna
>
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Knut Mork Skagen"
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> Sent: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 2:19 PM
> Subject: early snap - Cleft - 15/03/06
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>
> This is perhaps cheating as I actually wrote it some time ago, but
> since the subject of the poem is due to have his surgery this Thursday
> I thought it could pass. We'll be in Oslo for the week keeping an eye
> on him at the hospital.
>
>
> Cleft
>
> Dear boy,
> it was decided
> when seven weeks had passed
> that your lips should not fuse
> but keep a trace of the embryo about them.
>
> I’d gravitate towards metaphor,
> but this vacancy
> is not to be compared. Already
> "vacancy" crouches in,
> as if something were missing and the skin
> that lines the space between
> should have been otherwise.
>
> In the line of his chin lies couched
> the wrinkle of a tortoise neck,
> straight from the deep.
>
> But what passes between
> the elemental lamps of the surgery
> and the eyeball, so widely grown
> in its infant head? What voice whispers
> between the morphine and the blood?
>
> None. No voice. It’s nothing.
> Only to be changed and lifted away
> from oneself so soon.
>
> --kms, Trondheim/Oslo, 15/03/06
>
Douglas Barbour
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What’s received’s given out
in smaller measure. The speaker as hearer
comprehends what he can’t
say, a music of what sounds him.
Wayne Clifford
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