FIRBANK
No one out of your camp
will have an air of pretense
on a play of words
of comedy's high life
for you saw the underbelly
of acting up
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
CRITICS
Hardy , you were the first modern poet, how you understood pessimism
and Donald Davies how you understood Hardy
TS.Eliot it was through Arthur Symons that introduced us to symbolism Julian Symonds wrote about it
Auden a great poet and critic
CS Lewis a great fantasy writer and apologist
What friends
Drabbles
Durrell Davenport, Wilson
Nin, Henry Miller
Ransom Howard, Hindus, Levin ,(whom I corresponded) Bersani, David Kalstone,Marjorie Perloff,
Burke, Bloom, Geoffrey Hill, Vendler,(whose lectures I attended,she liked
my poems,) Murdoch ,Marthe Robert, the Mauritains', catholic saints
what a critic contributes
to our understanding of the poem
and the novel is an emotive eye
Hardy , you were the first modern poet, how you understood pessimism
and Donald Davies how you understood Hardy
TS.Eliot it was through Arthur Symons that introduced us to symbolism Julian Symonds wrote about it
Auden a great poet and critic
CS Lewis a great fantasy writer and apologist
What friends
Drabbles
Durrell Davenport, Wilson
Nin, Henry Miller
Ransom Howard, Hindus, Levin ,(whom I corresponded) Bersani, David Kalstone,Marjorie Perloff,
Burke, Bloom, Geoffrey Hill, Vendler,(whose lectures I attended,she liked
my poems,) Murdoch ,Marthe Robert, the Mauritains', catholic saints
what a critic contributes
to our understanding of the poem
and the novel is an emotive eye
BERRYMAN
Cannot exist
without words
expectations. a child's hands
trembling
by urns prepared for 20th
century science like crematoriums
of rolling snow in atomic dust
as demons crows
outside the echoes of the timeless
of first finders of my identity
then keepers of my truth
a big part of you
inside your exploding heliotropes
of an East wind
in a descent of emptiness
Cannot exist
without words
expectations. a child's hands
trembling
by urns prepared for 20th
century science like crematoriums
of rolling snow in atomic dust
as demons crows
outside the echoes of the timeless
of first finders of my identity
then keepers of my truth
a big part of you
inside your exploding heliotropes
of an East wind
in a descent of emptiness
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