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(Bread tips would have been much on my mind as I tried to live on nothing)
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On 24 April 2015 at 00:01, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Like the ways of seeing here, L. Get a sense of what's going on in the
> head as it rakes the beach. Particularly like the lettuce image. The
> dipping bread image seems more 'worked' but is growing on me.
>
> B
>
>
> > On 24 Apr 2015, at 2:53 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >
> > Both sharply observed, & sharp in observation, Lawrence, & then that
> final line.
> >
> > It hits, home.
> >
> > Doug
> >> On Apr 23, 2015, at 10:42 AM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >>
> >> This constantly resonates and surprises -
> >> the two losses, by such deaths as those,
> >> momentarily seem to connect with several lines
> >> but with a movement away towards the end
> >> to another sort of meditation...?
> >>
> >> Thanks, Lawrence,
> >> so much in this leads me to see and sense connections.
> >>
> >> Max
> >> in Seattle
> >>
> >> I never spoke with Zurbrugg but recall the impression
> >> (European earnestness of a special sort)
> >> that he made on me at an academic
> >> conference in I think Brisbane many years ago.
> >>
> >>> On Apr 22, 2015, at 2:42, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >>>
> >>> *i. m. Nicholas Zurbrugg (**October 14 2001 brain haemorrhage);**
> Alaric
> >>> Sumner **March 24, 2000 heart attack*
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> Gulls wash themselves at incoming tide's edge;
> >>>
> >>> grouped individuals beyond all piers,
> >>>
> >>> where local emptiness becomes Atlantic:
> >>>
> >>> close, as Death is close; close to danger;
> >>>
> >>> beasts, burdened by desire's weight, preying;
> >>>
> >>> bidden by fear; and, yet, fear-forgetful.
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> They, any one, who goes out -- the brain stops
> >>>
> >>> blood-stayed in fat towans it cannot flow.
> >>>
> >>> or wakes up at morning and living dies -
> >>>
> >>> the heart ceases beating -- ceasing to be,
> >>>
> >>> is beaten.
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> And they wash themselves in the grubby waves
> >>>
> >>> white feathers abstract white,
> >>>
> >>> the grey comforting
> >>>
> >>> as an oily dip for still warm bread,
> >>>
> >>> beaks the dawn sun yellow, cruel to pity.
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> Yet it's comical. She on this railing slips,
> >>>
> >>> recovering immediately upon interlocking
> >>>
> >>> interrupts - a good machine within a bird,
> >>>
> >>> custodian of simple craft mechanics:
> >>>
> >>> me first, and then the rest, me first, before,
> >>>
> >>> a priority - they stick their arses in the air
> >>>
> >>> and roll, tight lettuces in wings and legs.
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> All animals are clean, except humans.
> >>>
> >>> All healthy animals are always clean.
> >>>
> >>> These birds are ever digging in their plumage,
> >>>
> >>> punctuating other behaviour.
> >>>
> >>> Cats do their bottoms when they can't decide
> >>>
> >>> what to do next, ready at any time
> >>>
> >>> to leap, when it may not be avoided,
> >>>
> >>> constantly self-maintained and thoughtful as weapons.
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> October 2001, revised slightly
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> *- towans = wind-formed sand hills, Cornish dialect from Cornish
> language*
> >>>
> >>> *- interrupt = as in computer technology, the process of breaking into
> an
> >>> existing process to suspend or stop it*
> >>>
> >>> *- that cats wash their backsides when they don't know what to do is
> the
> >>> expressed belief of a new friend; that cats do not want to chase
> anything
> >>> but are compelled by movement as moths by light is my own observation*
> >
> > Douglas Barbour
> > [log in to unmask]
> >
> > Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation
> 2 (UofAPress).
> > Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> >
> > There is no life that does not rise
> > melodic from scales of the marvelous.
> >
> > To which our grief refers.
> >
> > Robert Duncan.
> >
>
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