I must admit that this exchange sends me back to Sappho, & then to
Anne Carson's wonderful study of her poems, Eros the Bittersweet (as
well as her translation, If Not, Winter). The thing of it is, it
doesn't matter what the original 'scene' might have been, what comes
through the fragments we have is the expression of passion in such a
condensed manner it still touches us today. That the passion is for
other women seems less important than that it sings.
Doug
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to rid me of
the ugh in
thought
i spell anew
weave the world
out of the or
binary
bpNichol
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