Hello, Mark--and thanks (to you and Lawrence) for these thoughtful comments. Replying belatedly in my usual dated-calendar fashion, just wanted to add my impression of only minor damage (slight nervosity really) to the pigeon, but I _still_ worry in a der stijl way about expectations of all things ironed out at the end of each and every day. Wells may be in conflict with rolls, e.g., and I couldn't take sides or rather wouldn't presume to pass judgements on the different parties, to all of whom I'm so grateful for my education--C on 5/27/02 6:40 PM, mark dickinson at [log in to unmask] wrote: > Lawrence, I shall reply as best as I can with what first comes to mind. I'm > sat here thinking, still. I 'll tell you what I am thinking. Peter Larkin > talks in terms of 'scarcity', I am thinking of a beauty which is 'here' - > 'in reality' but a beauty which is 'scarce' due to the depreciation of > relations, possibly - to and of, if this makes sense. Shelly, taking from > Plato speaks of 'the one spirit plastic stress', and Hopkins has 'inscape', > and in this thread I trace an idea of beauty, that I can feel and possibly > work toward. I walk, like yourself in beautiful areas, I live in a beautiful > area, and I forget it. It is beautiful because the sound of the forest even > in its ironic mutation is all around me, and I remember, hearing 'voices in > the orchard playing', and suddenly I remember and it's all quite 'still'. > Sorry about all of this, it's the only way I can respond. Your Poem in the > 'The Dream Project' is beautiful... I've just thought of Yeat's and his > 'terrible beauty', and onto Bacon who knew how to paint it, I think. It is > an impression in my mind. Like an explosion in space. The image appears like > a snapshot, a moment petrified. > > Thank you for the info on the pigeon, the pigeon's wing may be damaged quite > badly from the fall, should I allow h/er to exercise it still? > > Thanks for yours, and I hope this lack of precision offers at least a vague > impression. > > mark > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Lawrence Upton" <[log in to unmask]> > To: <[log in to unmask]> > Sent: Monday, May 27, 2002 9:50 PM > Subject: Re: Poetry > > >> Mark, where do you think this idea of beauty comes from? >> >> Often, finding beauty, is a matter of looking, perhaps looking >> differently... >> >> I spend quite a bit of time in an area already classified as "outstanding >> natural beauty" and up for other similar categorisation; and I note 2 > things >> in particular >> >> one - the people who live there don't seem to notice the beauty of it, not >> in quite the same way as I... I had a character in a poem chat about this >> once and "he" thought one becomes acclimatised to it, comparing it to the >> love of another which replaces the initial falling in love with them >> >> two - that talking to others who are not living permanently in it, some > seem >> to be constructing their beauty of it in quite a different way to me - > that >> the aspects / things I find most exciting are not those which others find >> most exciting (I realise that switching from apprehension of beauty to >> excitement is a little suspect) >> >> *and I meet those who find it all dull, and who go looking for > "attractions" >> >> but if I read you correctly you are sensing a beauty which is not quite >> located "here" - "in reality" as you say >> >> Where does such an idea come from? >> >> That's a plato to nato question, I know... So where do *you get it from? >> >> (Having saved and lost pigeons,I think the trick is to get them out of bed >> and back to work asap) (and make sure it has enough water to wash or its >> flight may be impaired) >> >> >> L >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "mark dickinson" <[log in to unmask]> >> To: <[log in to unmask]> >> Sent: 27 May 2002 21:20 >> Subject: Poetry >> >> >> 'this stunning beauty that allows mere contemplation' >> >> I like the ideal of contemplating this kind of beauty set against my >> realisation of a lack of this in reality. I enjoyed the sounds that > presided >> in the 'HIGH LOVELY SMELL', a poem's sounds, which I lovingly rolled off > my >> tongue, aloud, in my living room, before my inner child was awoken and >> joyously played with the 'nose' that 'picks up on a thing or too'; this > had >> me feeling for play. And then the frighteningly beautiful silence that I >> found haunting me in 'curious omens'. I want to talk about 'Power and >> Weakness' too. But perhaps my language is to weak and ineffectual to fully >> respond. >> >> A pigeon was shot outside my flat by a guy with an air-pistol in the room >> opposite. Left it to die. I've got the pigeon, I think it'll live! It must >> be confused. One of me shot the bird and the another wants to help it > live. >> Confused. >> >> Love, >> mark >> >> I am learning from you all. Thank you! >>