Thanks, Barry. Mystery, perhaps. I just stumbled on to this poem by finding it by chance (I guess that is 'stumbling'!) misfiled, as it were, in a totally unrelated file. A retro "snap" experience. In truth I think it is #67 of a work in which, somewhat parasitically, I was using the syllabic structure of a recent book of poems by Trevor Joyce (a master 'metric operator', that gentleman of Cork!). It was written in the spring in the low Sierra on the Yuba River when the snow melt provides the granite ravines with a liquid tornado impact.
With spring breaking open in Australia, it seemed to connect with what some - Max & other - folks were riling up here on on the list.
Well, so much for your query about 'context' here in SF on a brilliant sunny Fall day.
Stephen
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
--- On Wed, 9/23/09, Barry Alpert <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Barry Alpert <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Snap - Vincent
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Wednesday, September 23, 2009, 9:27 AM
I find this intriguing on its own terms (the limitation of each line to one to three syllables
"rhymes" with the broken rock), but wonder if contextualization on your blog will be
forthcoming? Or is it intended to be as mysterious as "the mysteries"?
Barry
On Tue, 22 Sep 2009 15:46:00 -0700, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Bless me
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Bless me
to one god
as
such they are
winsome wild
she is
granite sliced
large blocks
into
river
collapsed
swifter than
acquama-
rine velvet
driven
between rock
between the
broken
inter-
ior
split dark
calls you
"home
home".
>Stephen Vincenthttp://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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