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Thanks. I suppose you're right. I hadn't actually thought of it as adding character details; but yes. I'm not sure how much self-awareness is indicated by his observation that he throws too many stones. It may not go much further than a pet yelled thinking "bugger, I must try to remember not to get on the table" In terms of metaphorical stones, he is - for him - provoked. I imagine the suspicion there would have been. Years ago, when there was still a Punch magazine, Punch carried a cartoon of 3 people - 2 whites, scowling; and 1 black, smiling, but apart from the whites. The whites watch the black. First white: What's 'im? Second white: 'e's a immigrant First white: 'eave 'alf a brick at 'im Part of me tends to feel like elidius as I write, unpleasant as that is - a lite version of Harry Potter and Voldemort. I remember my main concern was to work in some of his writing / composed imagery -- I tried writing a diary (ish) thing and it didn' really work I appreciate your comments oh yes, just to say the system seems to have fractured my line spacing but I think it remains readable L On 29 April 2015 at 15:33, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > More of the character here, L, & fitting. > > 'He throws too many stones here' sort of sums him up, in all the poems, so > far. That got a grin, in the midst. > > I like the way the thinking advances here... > > Doug > On Apr 28, 2015, at 9:47 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> > wrote: > > > He forms hypotheses about himself > > > > as one might lift a stone, standing weighing > > in the hand; and then tossing it; measuring. > > > > He throws too many stones here. The farmers > > > > and the fishermen shout at him, declaring > > > > that he is mad, tonguing their animal snarls. > > > > > > > > The ideas pass, his poor mind a streaming. > > > > This aim to hold on to configurations! > > > > the gathering, of souls, of seeds, of rules, > > > > > > > > of single instants, bothers him. He fears > > > > that he tries to hold on to what cannot > > > > ever be encompassed for retention. > > > > > > > > He'd make a world enough for husbandry, > > > > recognising but not greatly studying > > > > the quick seasons of his own sympathy: > > > > > > > > "all my bright ones operate darkness", he writes, > > > > "unity of body and of soul" - "healing > > > > through water and rock" - "love lust or sin monsters" - > > > > > > > > "the whirlwind is synonymous with God > > > > a being within a larger nature > > which is in full possession without self". > > > > > > > > [Elidius is one of the names of one who may have lived at some time after > > the Roman period on Scilly, or, as it then seems to have been called, > > Ennor. There is no evidence of him apart from the earlier name of St > > Helen's island, where it is said he may have been buried, Insula Sancti > > Elidii. His feast day is 8th August. Until now he has had no > hagiographer. ] > > 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. >