I once wrote a grass poem, raving about how I'd brought the struggling green
stuff back to life and how they now covered the backyard of our rented
little weatherboard. I submitted it to a magazine in the 1970s - and they
rejected it on the grounds that they didn't publish 'drug poems' :-)
All poets are misunderstood, aren't we :-)
Andre d'Antipodes
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From: "Edmund Hardy" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, March 29, 2006 3:23 AM
Subject: Re: Help! The grass is singing
> >Thought I'd throw in a few dots to follow if you're interested :-)
>
> Yes, Thanks for these dots - much appreciated
>
> Whitman is actually the co-subject with Reznikoff of my troubled troubled
> essay - the grass there is surely the anti-grass of Eliot's dryness -
Eliot
> prays for renewal, but Whitman is sure of it, the cycle - in the Mahler,
> ewig, ewig...
>
> I'm really interested in writers who Create the grass as a style, but then
> Eliot came in & crashed down on me -
>
> Whitman hears a territory singing, but What The Thunder Said hears ...
grass
> over the tumbled graves - the dead singing?
>
> The Carlyle is v. interesting that he says "grass" and not "grain of
sand" -
> but grass & sand seem to conflate as ideas of "world flesh"
>
> My trouble is - if i pursue "grass" as a metaphor it will go everywhere
and
> i'd e the hopeless & hapless mower -
>
> Edmund
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