Rewarding to reread. I've started to think of the first as a sixteener. And since the
sections probably have other sections in between within the ongoing work, I like the use
of "**" as a variation on linked verse. But I continue to take "(A selection of three from
an ong" as language which accidentally didn't get deleted during formatting. The full unit
below it starting with the same six words seems to govern the set. I used to encounter
references to the ideas of Dr. Walter J. Ong, S.J., initially a student of Marshall McLuhan,
but I don't think any of them were termed "ong".
Barry
On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 10:37:43 +0000, David Bircumshaw
<[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>Yes, I'm tantalised and intrigued by these, the key verb seems to be
>'divine' in the first, after which expectation hovers.
>Like the idea of an 'ong' too :) A new poetic form?
>
>On 11 March 2010 05:15, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> Stephen, these are so pronounced and fresh.
>>
>> Each syllable takes its place beyond expectation.
>>
>> Very wonderful work. Sheila
>>
>> On Wed, Mar 10, 2010 at 7:32 PM, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]
>> >wrote:
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>> > (A selection of three from an ong
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>> > (A selection of three from an ongoing project)
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>> > Erica, snow bright
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>> > eye glint, dark tea
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>> > the book's white page:
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>> > a litany of expectation
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>> > tinged by sunlight
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>> > the lower edge
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>> > the horizon's promise:
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>> > a dictionary
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>> > a syllable
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>> > a combination
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>> > will divine:
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>> > the dark unlettered wedge
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>> > the blood red orange
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>> > unfurls on an onyx table
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>> > so
>> > pure, immaculate, slow.
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>> > **
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>> > Finesse, earlier a bike
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>> > Trembling
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>> > The way I drive her, relentless
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>> > She who refuses to bear it
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>> > The corrugated mirror over
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>> > A confused thought
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>> > The baggage to do without
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>> > Leather straps, loose, thin
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>> > Dispersed.
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>> > **
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>> > To a sister in Tunisia
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>> > The liquid plywood profiles
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>> > A thin, fluted tongue:
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>> > Two sets of five spoons
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>> > Rhythm into systemic "clacks":
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>> > The ocean waves curl the surfboard
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>> > Into dim milk and wasted honey:
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>> > Your one major enemy
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>> > Bats the ball into centerfield
>> >
>> > Smack into a white
>> > leather glove.
>> >
>> > Stephen Vincenthttp://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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