Can't stand Prynne.... emperor's clothing and all that.
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Luke wrote:
Here's something short, again, this time by JH Prynne. I've thought about this phrase in the Poetry Foundation's biography of his, about the interplay of "high" and "low", in his work, and found it very difficult to place, for my own reasons. I wonder if that writing "around" the metronome occurs, here, at those "high" moments?
Forgive my fairly poor typography etc..
Sun Set 4.56
Small flares skip
down the coal
face how can I
refuse them
the
warm indolence
of fancy the
solace of wheels
muffled in sheep-
skin
then Bruckner
on the radio & how
easily I am taken
from the hearth &
returned
changed
& unnoticed it
is the pulse of
birch tar &
molten amber
the
estranged blood
in the vein
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