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    A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
    A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
    Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
    From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
    And bosom beating with a heart renew'd.
    Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom,
    Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
    Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
    Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
    And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
    And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.

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    "a single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry"

    Lines like this in poetry, where the sound really does sing, any more examples?

    "Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate"

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    Issues from the hand of time the simple soul
    Irresolute and selfish, misshapen, lame,
    Unable to fare forward or retreat,
    Fearing the warm reality, the offered good,
    Denying the importunity of the blood,
    Shadow of its own shadows, spectre in its own gloom,
    Leaving disordered papers in a dusty room;
    Living first in the silence after the viaticum.

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    And in the beginning was love. Love made a sphere:
    all things grew within it; the sphere then encompassed
    beginnings and endings, beginning and end. Love
    had a compass whose whirling dance traced out a
    sphere of love in the void: in the center thereof
    rose a fountain.

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    and a little film about the man's life, it's calming and soothing



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    Stuck Auden reading Auden on Spotify while I was doing he ironing or something and

    I think it's more useful hearing poetry you don't understand than poetry you do, in terms of understanding the primal appeal of it, on the level of rhythm and sound.

    Poetry is more like music than mathematics, and is incantatory, I'm only fitfully able to understand this.

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    A recent powerful poetry paroxysm

    Reading Wordsworth's Titern Abbey and finding the feeling and thinking I had in the afterglow of acid replicated and made rhythm (as it should be)

    ... That time is past,
    And all its aching joys are now no more,
    And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
    Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts
    Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
    Abundant recompense. For I have learned
    To look on nature, not as in the hour
    Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
    The still sad music of humanity,
    Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
    To chasten and subdue.—And I have felt
    A presence that disturbs me with the joy
    Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
    Of something far more deeply interfused,
    Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
    And the round ocean and the living air,
    And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
    A motion and a spirit, that impels
    All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
    And rolls through all things.

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    Selected lines from the kirghiz disaster.
    JH Prynne


    "Juniper, moss agate, jurassic boredom glows in the empty waiting room"

    "searching the band for another station reveals new liassic beds near the previous shelf."

    "They are zealots in the park all over"

    "Then I eat a care-
    ful selection of food.
    My fork skim thought-
    fully from side to
    side. I keep up a
    steady munch"

    "He now drops the heavenly coin in the doorway"

    "So that Jerome springs back into place, your friendly dental technician trailing his new bridge-work"

    "The redeemed corset strains into view again and we perk up finally by the counter"

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    the ancestors of Kyrgyz tribes had their origin in the most ancient tribal unions of Sakas/Scythians, Wusun/Issedones, Dingling, Mongols and Huns

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    CORPSEY DO YOU LIKE THOSE LINES? ARE YOU INTRIGUED

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    You can't live in a world of pale shoulders and heaving bosoms. It's unhealthy in a man of your age. Leave the 19th century please.

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    I'm more primed than ever to appreciate them cos I'm balls deep in Eliot ATM

    I don't understand what the hell he's on about and worse still

    I don't know if I'm even SUPPOSED to

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    Quote Originally Posted by Corpsey View Post
    Stuck Auden reading Auden on Spotify while I was doing he ironing or something and

    I think it's more useful hearing poetry you don't understand than poetry you do, in terms of understanding the primal appeal of it, on the level of rhythm and sound.

    Poetry is more like music than mathematics, and is incantatory, I'm only fitfully able to understand this.
    Picked up Ezra P's literary essays today and he recommends any aspiring poet seek out poetry in language they can't understand, as that way they can hear the rhythm and sound of the language without the sense obscuring it.

    Pounds parody of Milton ("the abominable dogbiscuit of Milton's rhetoric") is perfect here : "Of Virtuous sire egregious offspring great!"
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