"He did his almost perfect best with what he had" - Dream Song 205.
The new complete edition of the Dream Songs has arrived. I am sorry to
say that it is printed on rather thin paper, but then it was a quite
inexpensive purchase.
I'm struck - from the angle of my own interests - by the adherence to
form, and the way the "long poem" accumulates as dreamwork, work of
mourning, running commentary on inner and outer life. By the tangle of
registers, the play of wildness and restraint (no problem, here,
locating "the bloody horse"). The phrase-making, which takes away the
breath.
The original 77 that were published together - were they simply the
first 77 in the sequence, or selected from among a larger set?
Dominic
--
Shall we be pure or impure? Today
we shall be very pure. It must always
be possible to contain
impurities in a pure way.
--Tarmo Uustalu and Varmo Vene
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