Beyond the Pale
Bob wrote this lovely little poem when we were neighbors in a small coastal town just over the hill from where Nora took these pictures and made this wonderful poetry comic. The days sometimes don't seem to make sense -- this grey, drippy one one for example... until just now. And then, click. Perfect.Saved the day!
Ferries Robert Creeley + some Whitmanhttp://blogs.cofc.edu/whitman/files/2010/09/Creeley-reading-Whitman.mp3
Tom,Yes, on a soggy Monday, "One day after another . . . They all fit." --4.1light coming into fog against invisibleridge, song sparrow calling from branchin foreground, wave sounding in channel line for line, line at left given darker hatching opens itself, more luminous than not, in the opengrey rain cloud against shadowed ridge,lines of waves breaking across channel
Grey and drippy indeed.
grey rain cloud against shadowed ridge,lines of waves breaking across channel(The blue view from the good ferry!)
my apologies find the above reading herehttp://blogs.cofc.edu/whitman/2010/09/01/whitmans-words-robert-creeley-reading-crossing-brooklyn-ferry/
Sorry to say it is sunny here with a brisking breeze
Dalriada, that's fantastic. Thank you for the link!
I came across it a while back Nora when listening to a lecture by RC I thought that it might be apposite I was very touched by RC's very emotional reading of WhitmanI love that about him His willingness to show his feelings
And there's such a breadth of feeling. The show's always worth the going.You've framed the days perfectly, Nora. They all fit too.
RC fits all, all fits, indeed.
Chuck, I wonder if you happen to have seen Ann and Ken Mikkolowski's 1972 Alternative Press postcard upon which this poem first saw the light? A classic bit of publishing, poem and available space, a perfect fit.
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