Martin now <<that>> was fierce. excellent poem indeed.
fun unrelated fact: 'en voi' means "I can't" in finnish (not flemish).
KS
2009/4/27 Martin Walker <[log in to unmask]>
> Hugo Claus - aka Jan Hyoens, Thea Streiner, Dorothea van Male and for a
> time
> Mr Silvia Kristel - wrote a response to Georg Eliot's noisome - er, sorry,
> fiercesome - quote. Not that he knew it. But I suppose he was acquainted
> with that kind of thing. On the Nobel Prize he said "L'argent de ce prix
> m'aurait bien arrangé". He opted for euthanasia on February 13 2008.
>
> ENVOI
> My verses are still yawning a bit.
> I'll never get used to it. They've lived here
> long enough.
> Enough. I'm booting them out, I don't want to wait
> till their toes get cold.
> No more disturbance by their confused howls!
> I want to listen to the drone of the sun
> or of my heart, that perfidious sponge that hardens.
>
> My verses don't screw classically,
> they babble vulgarly or boast too grandly.
> In the winter they get cracked lips,
> in the spring they are laid up by the first touch of warmth,
> they mess up my summers
> and in autumn they smell of women.
>
> Enough. I'm going to hold my hand over their head
> for just twelve more lines on this sheet
> and then they get a kick in the arsehole.
> Go and moan somewhere else, you two-bit rhymes,
> do your trembling elsewhere for twelve readers
> and a snoring reviewer.
>
> Go now, verses, on your light feet,
> you didn't step too hard on the old earth
> where the graves laugh when they see their guests,
> one corpse piled on top of the other.
> Go now and totter towards Her
> that I don't know.
>
> trans. from the Flemish
> mjw
>
>
>
> And the globe keeps rolling towards a pocket without a bottom although on
> the way the green cloth field is smooth. - Louis MacNeice
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: andrew burke
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 11:30 AM
> Subject: quote
>
>
> I've just blogged this fiercesome quote from George Eliot: “To be a poet is
> to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it,
> and
> so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely
> ordered
> variety on the chords of emotion—a soul in which knowledge passes
> instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of
> knowledge.”
>
> Challenging?
>
>
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
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