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
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
> ----- 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
>> 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
>> 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
>> to be constructing their beauty of it in quite a different way to me -
>> 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
>> 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)
>> ----- 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
>> in the 'HIGH LOVELY SMELL', a poem's sounds, which I lovingly rolled off
>> 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
>> 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
>> 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
>> I am learning from you all. Thank you!