Sorlil: Thank you. It's good to be posting again. "Kerf" was one of those words I carried around in my pocket for years, waiting for the right time to use it.
lines that i knew and that have a different taste now on my tongue, small song about the fall which is still one of my favourite ever, new lines that don't want to get out of my head, this incredible
One more time the god played flawlessly. Well now…. said the trembling virgins. Surely…. Well now….
Only where there is language is there world. --Martin Heidegger
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The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
... that a whole world of lament arose, in which
all nature reappeared: forest and valley,
road and village, field and stream and animal;
and that around this lament-world, even as
around the other earth, a sun revolved
and a silent, star-filled heaven, a lament-
heaven, with its own, disfigured stars ...
Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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Nice to read your poetry again!
I love the word 'kerf' :) And I really love this line -
'a puddle’s bright trouble of ripples and sun'.
Sorlil: Thank you. It's good to be posting again. "Kerf" was one of those words I carried around in my pocket for years, waiting for the right time to use it.
lines that i knew and that have a different taste now on my tongue, small song about the fall which is still one of my favourite ever, new lines that don't want to get out of my head, this incredible
One more time the god played flawlessly.
Well now…. said the trembling virgins. Surely…. Well now….
which holds me captive...
Congratulations on the feature, James. Wonderful works. Especially like the piece reprinted from Now & Then.
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