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.
Pastiche dawn swells to crescendo of startled bird cry in the quick embers of ulterior reward.
Has it come to this? The breathless cadence twining anti-clockwise around the banister.
Aeroplanes throb promise and we go with them, unstable in the upper air, buffeted by the
crocheted planes. Up here we begin to feel a giddy kind of happiness , the mastery of thing,
golden as a sunbeam.
Fidget at cross-purposes. Unwind the riddle, now inspect the residue.
So far so good. Haywire at this frequency scrambled at regular intervals. Other information
latticed throughout our own. Cross the wires.
Feed the loop in. Piece it. Sequentially the story goes, did this, that, something happened.
A screw of perfect time.
And realising why some swear words are so potent
'FUCK'
a fricative 'f' (a consonant sound that is created by constricting the vocal tract, causing friction as the air passes through it) to open, which you can really extend by softly biting your bottom lip and then
can't really find out re: 'k' other than it being a 'voiceless velar stop' but obviously you can feel it coming from the tongue and the throat
and there's a similar thing going on with 'shit' - the extendable 'sh' through the teeth followed by the intensely articulated 't'
I was really breaking through into the DMT dimension here I wonder if it was the acid
I actually really liked this
How far I've come, how far I've still to go
Is that you, is it?
A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes...
Thanks yeah I just made it up without thinking cos I couldn't sleep.
It's actually well good mate you should write more
Are we now in a period of rot or fruition