Leonard, I am quite taken by what is happening here in this piece. The
imagery, at once rugged and delicate, captures my senses and mind, notably
"granite/broken and pestled in the sea." Words you use surprise in a
thoughtful and attracting way. The final question about energy certainly
rings true on many levels.
On Sun, Oct 2, 2011 at 9:28 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Not much to get hold of.
> Patch of trees
> and trimmed shrubs, wave-white showing between;
> sometimes no more than an intuition
> of blueness; then the indigo territory,
> with only a single thin trunk blocking
> some, and yet obscurable with a thumb;
> and hundreds of feet away, crossed by granite
> broken and pestled in the sea;
> further back, frothy whiteness, more stony
> remnants being salvaged by waves.
>
> The ocean
> may grip us all though it might appear subtle.
> Plants jive tensely while intermittent wind
> clambers its top speed up towards gale.
> Stems and trunks jostle each other when air
> possesses animation in them.
>
> The sea
> is a blue ploughed field. Now. Or a cooked thing
> rashly stippled with icing-sugar, the cook
> too enthusiastically jolly.
> Egg white.
>
> What is unclear is the cove’s cut,
> its depth into the island.
> One could say
> that it is described with knowledge of a place
> remembered.
> New-comers might not remark
> the same things; but might accept disparate
> portrayals as veracious. And one might,
> therefore, speak of artistic intent, even
> creativity, as formal mendacity,
> making evasions in reply to doubt;
> but does one have energy for such dispute?
>
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