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"They were astute and dumb, voiceless, fixed next to the / platinum"

Well I'm sure I don't know if I'm being perverse..? Will leave it now.

Cheers,
Luke



On 18 April 2018 at 00:24, Luke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> I'll be blunter
> > "Leave it with the slender distraction, again this.."
>
> Just innuendo, but I read it as someone in class reminding me of my lover,
> who I'd like (almost) to forget now: "if the two / notes sounded together
> could possess themselves". I have no means to show what that expression
> means, what could be missed, or why it is the whole *Poems *suggests
> these things to me. I'm not saying that poem ('The Corn Burned by Syrius')
> does not include a meditation on the city and finance, but yeah, I'm
> suggesting they're all *love poems*.
>
> Luke
>
>
>
> On 17 April 2018 at 23:43, Luke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> > innuendo
>>
>> take any point "Before is a relation, of degree two..."  heartfelt
>> separation. "Leave it with the slender distraction, again this..". Dark
>> woman*? *I mean, I don't suppose it would matter. Worth thinking about,
>> though?
>>
>> Cheers,
>> Luke
>>
>> On 17 April 2018 at 21:30, Luke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>>> Like uhh innuendo right
>>> *?*
>>> Luk
>>> *e*
>>>
>>> On 17 April 2018 at 07:07, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> Poetry as the marginalia and borderlines of love? That's good ..
>>>>
>>>> On 16 April 2018 at 22:10, Luke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> If I may be blunt? I've opened *Poems *at I suppose twenty places,
>>>>> and each seems like just an exquisite lyric on (one I understand is working
>>>>> at many levels of difficulty simultaneously but which is)  love. Marginal,
>>>>> perhaps, but I wonder if the given analyses somehow miss that  expression.
>>>>> Maybe not.
>>>>>
>>>>> Cheers,
>>>>> Luke
>>>>>
>>>>> On 25 October 2017 at 22:30, Luke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>>> I do agree that poetry can engage with real things and world in
>>>>>> complicated ways, though I'm not sure what the ecology metaphor means here.
>>>>>> Hope it doesn't seem rude to try and press my question again, but...
>>>>>>
>>>>>> > in the shorter manageable poems of *Brass *you *can *get
>>>>>> everything said to fit some single subject
>>>>>>
>>>>>> On Wed, Oct 25, 2017 at 4:46 PM, Tim Allen <
>>>>>> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Below makes a lot of sense to me.
>>>>>>> What I'm not so sure about is what came next - "Poetry, at least so
>>>>>>> it seems to me, more often than not hopes to outlast its moment of
>>>>>>> composition, and will, as the history of poetry suggests, outlast its
>>>>>>> historical readership. Insofar as poetry finds some niche in the world of
>>>>>>> prose, it might be said to have made a sustainable ecology for itself."
>>>>>>> I suppose if we look upon poetry as a thing, in the same sense as
>>>>>>> language itself is a thing (in the same sense that trees and insects are
>>>>>>> things) then I kind of understand what Drew is saying. I've always been
>>>>>>> fascinated by the idea of thingyness beyond our sentience - but that's an
>>>>>>> 'idea' that relies on my sentience.... so...
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Cheers
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Tim
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> On 25 Oct 2017, at 11:35, Drew Milne wrote:
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> What are the conditions of song in a boat crossing the Mediterranean
>>>>>>> and, perhaps, speculatively torn between Arion's hope for dolphin spirits
>>>>>>> and the reality of human trafficking? I don't think it is self-evident that
>>>>>>> poetry is writing, or that it exists for readers or for audiences. There's
>>>>>>> a good deal of evidence that many poets work out of the constraints and
>>>>>>> resistances of this earth world and its ecology – conditions of poetry's
>>>>>>> possibility – without much sense or hope of readers or audience. Indeed
>>>>>>> given the lack of readers and audiences, it would be strange if they did
>>>>>>> not, not least because the reading of poetry, insofar as it measures itself
>>>>>>> up to the intensity of poetry's composition, is scarcely ever as lively as
>>>>>>> a poem.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
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