There are no dodgy Cornish words, my andsome
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On Fri, September 16, 2011 11:36, Patrick McManus wrote:
> stellar power; tea cold. Has a ring to it-and no dodgy Cornish words in
> this one :-) P -aged -----Original Message-----
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> Subject: St Ives Bay from Barnoon some time after dawn
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> Time of yellow whiteness, unexaminable,
> our eyes purpled in quickening blindness, too bright, the bay hot ash,
> surroundings fully melted, fire of unconsuming strength far greater than
> spreading river or lethal tide. And one has looked away, called by the
> small clicking sounds of this home stretching, on the edge of the abyss of
> stellar power; tea cold. And yet, the human isn't entirely unmade;
> small details grab against the powerful shut out. A half-built flat roof,
> is it? shiny stream in a dry landscape; blue, perhaps rollered, already
> congealed wherever glimpsed; rugs of matt dead ocean sometimes glistening,
> a dazzle mixed at the farther shore; the Hayle mouth in conflagration,
> many words lost and more feared entirely dead. The burning sea's inbound,
> the observer participant at once, big, just where observation is
> irrelevant. In all things. The church bell clatters out the quarter.
> An whole hour shriveled, learning how not to look.
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
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Lawrence Upton
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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