speaking of "rivers" and commerce and memory.... in about 1970 I wrote to this (subject) where everything is (eventually if not sooner( turned into an object for sale !
the poem is Nubia .... a comment about it down in this neat Tee See post broaching yours: http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/crux-bumpersticker.html
Nubia was published in my 1970 Butcher of Oxen along with my "Greek" poems which also deal with the selling of.... just about everything...
well? now off to see which Universities want to bid-up the price of my COMPLETE archives !
No more pristine streams, no more skinny-dipping swimming holes –yea but plenty of corporate and individual assholes dumping their garbage and effluents everywhere—Paradise Lost is dead, long live the Paradise of Crap.
I like the 'protest' feel of this thing, Vassilis--
ReplyDeletelately I've begun to think everything's been coporatized, including the imagination. Perhaps Hellas too.
speaking of "rivers" and commerce and memory.... in about 1970 I wrote to this (subject)
ReplyDeletewhere everything is (eventually if not sooner( turned into an object for sale !
the poem is Nubia .... a comment about it down in this neat Tee See post broaching yours:
http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/crux-bumpersticker.html
Nubia was published in my 1970 Butcher of Oxen
along with my "Greek" poems which also deal with
the selling of.... just about everything...
well?
now
off to see which Universities want to bid-up the price of my
COMPLETE archives !
Could this filthy thread of a rivulet be the river where
ReplyDeleteFull-bodied village women would gather each spring
To wash their hand-loomed rugs
becomes a compact version of Paradise Lost.
Friends, do I doth protest too much?
ReplyDeleteNo more pristine streams, no more skinny-dipping swimming holes –yea but plenty of corporate and individual assholes dumping their garbage and effluents everywhere—Paradise Lost is dead, long live the Paradise of Crap.