On Wed, 17 Nov 1999 14:30:47 +0900, pain wrote:
>[...] it sways in the cold waters off
>the coast of the British isles
>and while in the deep South
>from the organic debris a reef
>is born, here it is a constitution
>that is supposedly organic,
>and special emphasis, is placed
>on the individual rock, attached
>by a pedal disc, it refuses to go
>to other rocks [...]
While the discussion on this poem has - uh - focussed? on the
important but pretty self-evident proposition that everything's
political, I can't help having, hanging in my mind, the earlier
discussion we were having about rhythm. To me the above snip seems to
be lined-out prose, deriving no kinetic energy, gaining no extra
point, force, music or intensity from being thus lined out. Can you
elaborate, Stephen, and tell me what I'm missing? The comparison in my
mind - which may not be fair - is with some of MacDiarmid's science
cut-ups, where the latter seem to be sculpted so's to concentrate the
drive of the argument, and here I just can't get that. Perhaps it's
just me.
RC
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