Can't stand Prynne.... emperor's clothing and all that. ---------------original message-------------- 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