Yes. I hadn't quite thought of it like that; but, yes.
I thought as I combed its hair before posting that I'm glad it doesn't say
broken. That's a cliche word here. Tony Cameron said _broken Britain_ and
now all sorts of things are said to be broken
_It's broke_ is my childhood language. People didn't say _it's broken_
I have a sort of generic memory of drivers saying to my dad, _that lorry's
broke_ -- it was his job to fix them
and of course one is broke when one is poor
or, if you prefer,
you are broke when you are poor (!)
*
i want to tell you
pesky fear
might be fear of piskies
pixies are for English counties
the Cornish have piskies
Piskies are not too bad. They just mock and trick. They move the (stone)
hedges when you go blackberrying, especially if they see you have been
drinking
These hedges can be high and, with brambles, quite unpleasant to climb;
and the fields are gloomy early in the autumn afternoons because of the
high walls... so ways in - gateless spaces often are not clear to dim eyes
This is not just a story, well, of course, it is; but I nearly caused
great offence on more than one occasion until I realised that people were
(genuinely? omegalike?) attributing getting lost to faery
the last such conversation i had was around 2005 in St Ives with a man
about a decade older than I who had been piskieled, to use the jargon, for
hours -- only a cynic would say, until he sobered
the belief persists in the poverty and the isolation; and the two are
related; now anyway; if you have money and one of these machines you can
at least talk around the world
down there, it's belief, belief all the way down, like turtles, in some
places
there was a man i knew in the 90s in Helston - he was long term unemployed
and came in once a fortnight to stock up on books; and, in the winter, he
stayed in bed all day, reading, for warmth; it can make one strange
and I have tried to get that in the poem, even if it's a half sound of one
word and only I know
L
On Wed, September 7, 2011 16:17, Douglas Barbour wrote:
> What I like in this song, Lawrence, is the way it takes away, the
> negations inherent in the short sharp words, the broke rather than broken
> discourse.
>
> Doug
> On 2011-09-06, at 3:37 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
>
>
>> this broke land growing weeds uncattled! drive into it sand and rotted
>> schist --
>>
>> soil ramparts cut through broken earth where wheels have been - - chemical
>> it!
>>
>> crows upon sog gulls over rocks, tearing wind, the hedge twisting
>>
>> from a road's access thorns twirl that puncture clothing of any idea --
>>
>> hammering in the squared fields round echoing general purpose pesky fear
>> engines of stasis loudly generating
>>
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> It is natural to speak of your own weaknesses so winsomely they will seem
> strengths, as if everyone else is inadequate if they do not have your
> inadequacies.
>
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