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    I've been reading through this over the last week



    And it seems to me that I'm finally beginning to get an inkling of what poetry's all about. I've never really been able to hear the 'music' in poetry that people talk about, but this book is helping me to understand what that music is - the metre, the rhythm, the tempo and the meaning, all working together at once, like harmony, melody, rhythm, dynamics and tempo.

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    That's a really useful book, I always recommend it.

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    I admire your commitment to self improvement corpsey.

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    L’Extase de M. Poher
    (by J.H. Prynne)

    Why do we ask that, as if wind in the
    telegraph wires were nailed up in some
    kind of answer, formal derangement of
    the species. Days and weeks spin by in
    theatres, gardens laid out in rubbish, this
    is the free hand to refuse everything.
    No
    question provokes the alpha rhythm by
    the tree in our sky turned over; certain
    things follow:
    who is the occasion
    now what
    is the question in
    which she
    what for is a version
    of when, i.e.
    some payment about time again and how
    “can sequence conduce” in order as more
    than the question: more gardens: list
    the plants as distinct
    from lateral
    front to back or not
    grass “the most
    successful plant on our
    heart-lung by-
    pass and into passion sliced into bright
    slivers, the yellow wrapping of what we do.
    Who is it: what person could be generalised
    on a basis of “specifically” sexual damage,
    the townscape of that question.
    Weather
    of the wanton elegy, take a chip out of
    your right thumb. Freudian history again makes
    the thermal bank: here
    credit 92°
    a/c payee only, reduce to
    now what
    laid out in the body
    sub-normal
    on grass etc, hay as a touch of the
    social self put on a traffic island. Tie
    that up, over for next time, otherwise there
    is a kind of visual concurrence;
    yet
    the immediate body of wealth is not
    history, body-fluid not dynastic. No
    poetic gabble will survive which fails
    to collide head-on with the unwitty circus:
    no history running
    with the french horn into
    the alley-way, no
    manifest emergence
    of valued instinct, no growth
    of meaning & stated order.
    we are too kissed and fondled,
    no longer instrumental
    to culture in “this” sense or
    any free-range system of time:
    1. Steroid metaphrast
    2. Hyper-bonding of the insect
    3. 6% memory, etc
    any other rubbish is mere political rhapsody,
    the gallant lyricism of the select, breasts and elbows,
    what
    else is allowed by the verbal smash-up piled
    under foot. Crush tread trample distinguish
    put your choice in the hands of the town
    clerk, the army stuffing its drum. Rubbish is
    pertinent; essential; the
    most intricate presence in
    our entire culture; the
    ultimate sexual point of the whole place turned
    into a model question.

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    POETRY

    The Windhover
    BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

    To Christ our Lord

    I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
    dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
    Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
    High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
    In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
    As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
    Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
    Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

    Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
    Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
    Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

    No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
    Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
    Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

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    some call me pretentious

    because i wrote a poem on dissensus

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    Some

    call me
    pretentious
    because

    I
    wrote

    a poem
    on

    Dissensus

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    Some

    call me
    pretent

    ious
    be

    cause I
    wrote a

    poem on
    Dissensus

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    Apologies to Robert Creeley

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    Can you leave a comment saying "good looking lads. I'd do 'em" please. Ta.
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    that's great! sharing it on social media. won't be long now before the guardian feature article.

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    Appreciate the support Leo and the Dissensus crew leaving heartfelt sincere comments! Love you all

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    Quote Originally Posted by craner View Post
    Apologies to Robert Creeley
    Not E. J. Thribb?
    Doin' the Lambeth Warp New: DISSENSUS - THE NOVEL - PM me your email address and I'll add you

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    Englands Rose The day we lost our Nations Rose Tears we cried like rivers flowed, The earth stood still As we laid her to rest, A day you & I Will never forget The people's princess Who came to see, The love from a Country We'd hope she'd lead, Englands beauty Captured in one sweet soul, Carried the torch God rest her soul, With the gift she had She'd light up the way, With a smile to show us a brighter day, Hearts still full of the love she gave, 20 years since she laid in her grave There will never be another like you, Now a shinning star in the midnight sky I will always remember you, Princess Diana As our sweet nations Rose🌹 By Lewis Hamilton #princessdiana #godblessyou #rip #20years #englandsrose 🎥 @paulripke 🎶 @vanmorrisonofficial Into the Mystic 🙌🏾
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