tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post333879449606765270..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: poetry (storm rolling in) | Joseph Ceravolo: Drunk on the Brain (Un Here) | "Your life as a lens..."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62623712611311572582018-06-04T12:33:40.316-07:002018-06-04T12:33:40.316-07:00Thank you, Duncan. I suspect it's in part an e...Thank you, Duncan. I suspect it's in part an effect of the relative formality / severity of b&w that we are permitted to see something a bit closer to "things as they are", w/o the comforts of familiarity.<br /><br />Of course the breaking back of the wave - of light, of water, of anything that has wave structure - is always reflected (as v refracted) in the structure of any verse that observes even the faintest memory of a left hand margin.<br /><br />A wave is meant to lose itself (fall apart), then regather itself, to rise up again. Perhaps this unstitching we feel - felt here as well - is that of a new sort of dreamt physics, inert rather than dynamic, designed to maintain crests forever, a physics of impossible perfection, selfdriving cars and so on, conceptual, impossible, safe, clean, infinitely pragmatic in that way the deadest of "market-driven" concepts always seem to have, anymore.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12941084308686631102018-06-03T00:51:15.108-07:002018-06-03T00:51:15.108-07:00that unending strangeness
that is the world
We c...that unending strangeness <br />that is the world<br /><br />We can all feel that fall from the crest now, everything unstitching itself. Beautiful poem, TomMose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.com