new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
The euphoria of a moment of sheer poetic energy that explodes (bursts splashes spills) almost beyond the containment of the linguistic lifeboat.All hands on deck!Outbreak, uplift, my hearties!
Yes, my hearties, but in the meanwhile see #4.And if the soulis to know itselfit must lookinto a soul:*-------------------The companions died in turn,with lowered eyes. Their oarsmark the place where they sleep on the shore.**From the notes to the 1968 edition of Seferis’ Collected Poems, edited by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard:*The quotation is from Plato, Alcibiades, 133 B.**See Homer, Od. Xi. 75ff.,where the shade of Elpenor, youngest of Odysseus’ companions, asks that his oar be planted on his seashore grave to perpetuate his memory.
The colour is happening down our way again in places but with nothing like this intensity. That magenta against the mustard - brash and bellowing life.