Justle not a word my Oxford knows anything about. I like the snippet anyway. Justling can certainly set off feelings of internal examination. Another catalyst, to add to your list, can be a storm. At least it was for Raymond Carver in 'The Window'.
A storm blew in last night and knocked out
the electricity. When I looked
through the window, the trees were translucent.
Bent and covered with rime. A vast calm
lay over the countryside.
I knew better. But at that moment
I felt I'd never in my life made any
false promises, nor committed
so much as one indecent act. My thoughts
were virtuous. Later on that morning,
of course, electricity was restored.
The sun moved from behind the clouds,
melting the hoarfrost.
And things stood as they had before.
Cheers,
Bill
On 20/06/2012, at 3:36 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> makings of a Wootton poem? the great recorder…
>
> I have now looked out a Housman quatrain I could only misquote from memory:
>
> When the bells justle in the tower
> The hollow night amid,
> Then on my tongue the taste is sour
> Of all I ever did.
> and Yeats:
> “Things said or done long years ago,
> Or things I did not do or say
> But thought that I might say or do,
> Weigh me down, and not a day
> But something is recalled,
> My conscience or my vanity appalled.”
>
> and Eliot:
> And last, the rending pain of re-enactment
> Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
> Of things ill done and done to others' harm
> Which once you took for exercise of virtue.
>
>
>
> On 20/06/2012, at 10:08 AM, Bill Wootton wrote:
>
>> Nothing does delete these days, Max. Once it's out, it's out. We are all published. Daily. Minutely. The great
>> recorder is unforgiving. More unnerving yet again is the apparent ability of the Unforgiver to penetrate the
>> realms of sleep.
>>
>> On Wed, Jun 20th, 2012 at 7:32 AM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>>> Laptop
>>>
>>> What woke me was
>>> a dream gone wrong.
>>>
>>> I was at my laptop
>>> scrolling down a long set
>>>
>>> of images - my whole life,
>>> no less. What was great
>>>
>>> was the power I had - to
>>> delete whatever I wanted gone.
>>>
>>> There was so much to wish
>>> I'd never done or seen!
>>>
>>> Shames, large and small -
>>> woundings self-inflicted
>>>
>>> or on others - all
>>> half-buried, lurking,
>>>
>>> now in full sight, but
>>> mercifully still private.
>>>
>>> I pondered how best
>>> to work right through the lot -
>>>
>>> every image, year by year.
>>> First time I clicked, however -
>>>
>>> nothing would Delete.
>>> In pain and anger
>>>
>>> I woke, reaching for -
>>> no laptop but mere
>>>
>>> disordered bedclothes,
>>> a long burdening life.
>>>
>>>
>>> Max Richards
>>>
>>>
>>>
>
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