Monday, July 24, 2006
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Wherefore doth the flesh peel,
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requiring sense? the center seed.
Why the magic mountain
heaving hearty and not stoic
in bosom bound?
aching magic, dead and sundry
tendrils fluttering wan, and now coarse
temples tight
the lone willow
boughing brightly
and no response from the wind
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Comments (14)
eess good I tell you..good stuff there..wow..good poem!
jm
Indeed, very good. I love the word "wan."
RYC-The only woman in the room thing...yeah, I get that. That's what bothered me about it at first. Then again, I kind of understand it. We touch different people in different ways. She is supposed to be a conservative ally. And I wonder what the conversation was at the moment, too. You know?
love that!
ryc: i like when my opinion differs w/others for the exact same reason! :)
ryc: You know me too well! Teacher backrubs. Any backrubs right now sound effing fabulous.
Does it have something to do with busted bras?
Am *I* the only one that felt sex metaphors in this poem?
People ARE people, but all niggers ARE Black...IF you waltz down that road, that's just the way it is
As you can see in the book, that kind of crap is totally important to SOME people whilst irrelevant to others...L
VE the way i capture THAT reality
and no response from the wind...although Darla Robinson found an answer blowing on the wind
You just missed my addendum that everyone should go to http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&isbn=1411645510&itm=37 and add it to their wish list so that B&N will put it up on their shelves
RE: Faulkner on Hemingway---i have nothing against books with a simple vocabulary...IF i wanna run to the dictionary every other word i'd read Ford Madox Ford, it's simplistic stories i abhor
What pisses me off even more is when you take a great story like this and then completely fuck it up because the author is an egomaniac
i had to go thru a lot of fights to get MY novel to even remotely resemble the "first" draft simply because i'm writing from an uncharted region...and as you read you'll realize that the story couldn't be written any other way
Hemingway was macho preening, and as such, he HAD to keep the language simplistic. Faulkner attempts to DEFINE the south, like i do NYC and Joyce did Dublin, and when you strive for a TRUE definition of somethang words have to become malleable, and sesquepedalianism is sometime inescaable...as is segueing into other slanguages...oy gevalt!!!
Thanks for the comment. Dan and I have debated these matters at length several times. I guess I have pretty strong views on abortion, and since I try to stick to non-religious arguments when debating public policy, Dan cuts me some slack and the conversation is usually fairly productive (even if he hasn't changed his mind as of yet).
MOST helpful thing is the Amazon "search inside this book" tool...scroll down...just type in what you're looking for and it'll give you all the pages
i'll never be able to write another book like that simply because i don't have six years left to devote to a single idea, and i doubt i'll ever write another book period simply because i gotta get my ass back on the klantation and work till i croak since the book created barely the buzz i thought it would
THAT ain't no woe-it-meing though...already KNEW that Art was dead and any chance of ME making a name would be posthumous...so i gave it a run and stumbled...fuck it