Snake charmer, Varanasi, India: photo by fredcan, 2006
Beyond the shadow of the ship
..I I watch'd the water-snakes...
When Coleridge "saw" the water snakes
was he having
"The Horrors"? Poisonous coils
of those
notoriously assail
"Poets in their Youth". Later
Despondency
and Madness
allow so much less
free time.
The obvious locus classicus for this small dismal thoughtlet (admittedly sea-changed somewhat in the serpentine channels of Time):
ReplyDeleteWe Poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Wordsworth, Resolution and Independence (writ 1802)
The pendulum handed me
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though not disembodied way ‒
my friend once more flailing between
disappointment and belief
*
Ghosts I never saw still
the hairs rose at the nape . . .
Grandmother
conversing with her (long) dead husband . . .
seems now so ordinary
no hypnosis necessary
Terror a walking commonplace
An explanation for everywhere
(Those years few after all)
In the end what else can we say but Let It Go?
ReplyDeleteBut was Sam able to do that when Charles Lamb (knowing his penchant for the supernatural) asked him Whether the higher order of Seraphim Illuminati ever sneer?
ReplyDeleteI have no answer to Mr Lamb's Questions but I do take away the word 'oppugned'
ReplyDeleteI really like Empson's 'Legal Fiction'
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ReplyDeleteI'm no' mad yet
Well it mentions a snake and is one of my more crazy pieces of scribble??? Segues with "let it go" too?
ReplyDeleteEverything goes
The story has been revived several times – a farce with stars
filmed more than once
illustrates a talent for assuming various disguises
Banished you say to a time and a place where popular taste
and lack of imagination are the same thing And not
how in the hell are we going to end the first act? How here
and how to get moving the dead weight of it all at all?
Fallen in love you mistakenly leave behind a quartet
of sailors Now there will always be a waiting shore for them
If we are to discuss an impending marriage there is also
a machine-gun in tow Hope heard it Moon admits it
and we get to make a new costume out of an assortment of stuff
the details of which are quite amusing but would be a dead giveaway
to mention It’s an awkward business and a merger seems as unlikely as
that bluebird in your wood stove a few years back
If I try to invent some decent explanation I may be asked to lead
a revival in the ship’s lounge therefore snake eyes
and send both factions to the brig or pen instead some Chinese
characters with a fake beard made of dog’s hair the particulars
of which have been widely circulated elsewhere
Even should I glimpse the mysterious girl she will be no doubt
in the company of her mother and idiot fiancé makes me seasick
and eager to confess some true identity to any Wall Street broker
whose indecencies exposed is still idiot enough to listen
Methinks that madness
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Let that thought loose
lest the mind feel pain.
--Saffilis Zaengmac
Yes, I suppose madness comes to us.
ReplyDeleteAnd about snakes, my sister used to catch snakes, copperheads included. She and my mother were always chiding me for not being willing to give it a try.
Then one year my sister got a pet boa, and its dinner-mouse ate it. Ugh.
Sounds like someone's eating popcorn in here, my mother commented.
TC:
ReplyDeleteI wonder at the Wordsworth ... it seems, for himself at least, he got it backwards ...
Don
Stanza VII of Wordsworth's poem Resolution and Independence goes like this:
ReplyDeleteI thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,
The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride;
Of Him who walked in glory and in joy
Following his plough, along the mountain-side:
By our own spirits are we deified:
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
The "marvellous Boy" was dead at 17; the ploughman is Robert Burns, dead at 37.
I don't know how much Joy and Gladness WW himself would go on to experience in old age. Comfort, yes. A post office sinecure, nice. But one suspects the despondent moments crept in every now and again, the morose brown studies.
But now, Nin's mother -- better than joy and gladness or despondency and madness is good old tough laconic wit.
Popcorn!
Despondency and madness ... no wonder I'm so busy doing nothing.
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