a busy poem -quite a lot of typos -not sure what's happening (for this poor
old head!)'incommensurate' seems wordy
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From: Lawrence Upton
Sent: Thursday, November 5, 2015 1:40 PM
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Subject: west Cornwall
*west Cornwall *
a gully wind
a gull wind a granite haze
of these two
of these two is made the land one walks upon
a space
a space holding sea and sky
a space holding sea and sky by the corners
a space holding sea nd sky at the corners and overlapping
and overla ping at inhuman moments
one does not comprehend
such vacancy one does not feel
comes quickness
vitality
levered life stuck
not worth seeing, invisibly small
so cannot be seen or
if seen
wrongly-made for box-shaping brains
to know
grass air
peat walk
no one a single one
no part reachable without transformation
speech and the ground one speaks upon crumbling
grand concrete luxury enclosure
today's special, not yesterday...
wave, soil, sea
stretch out wide your crow arms
each to her sustentation
and each two
and more than two
and much more than many
take things
dynamic hand holds
and pull them
not to unravel it all though that's possible
not to unravel though that's possible
but to track and reshape to make lovable
but to track and r shape to make lovable
an incommensurate geometry
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