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
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> as one might lift a stone, standing weighing
> in the hand; and then tossing it; measuring.
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> He throws too many stones here. The farmers
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> and the fishermen shout at him, declaring
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> that he is mad, tonguing their animal snarls.
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> The ideas pass, his poor mind a streaming.
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> This aim to hold on to configurations!
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> the gathering, of souls, of seeds, of rules,
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> of single instants, bothers him. He fears
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> that he tries to hold on to what cannot
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> ever be encompassed for retention.
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> He'd make a world enough for husbandry,
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> recognising but not greatly studying
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> the quick seasons of his own sympathy:
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> "all my bright ones operate darkness", he writes,
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> "unity of body and of soul" - "healing
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> through water and rock" - "love lust or sin monsters" -
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> "the whirlwind is synonymous with God
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> a being within a larger nature
> which is in full possession without self".
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> [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
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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.
