J. H. Prynne
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Benny Bunter
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Probably my fault for mentioning Marx. I won't be doing that again.
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I read the rest of kitchen poems today (great) and those two short pieces that come after it, day light songs and voll verdienst - those last ones are a bit Blake-ish as well in places, kind of like nursery rhymes almost, though very, very weird ones obviously. Impressive how many different styles he has.
Every time I flick forward through the book and glance at the later stuff I'm just like, what the actual fuck is this?
Every time I flick forward through the book and glance at the later stuff I'm just like, what the actual fuck is this?
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I had a key upon a ring
it was a pretty
thing I held it in my hand
lest the heart grow
fond & as I watch'd it climb
about my wrist in
time it reach'd my heart & stopp'd
dead in the vein
it was a pretty
thing I held it in my hand
lest the heart grow
fond & as I watch'd it climb
about my wrist in
time it reach'd my heart & stopp'd
dead in the vein
Benny Bunter
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Lest anyone doubt the comparison to Blake, it's undeniable there, right down to the use of '&' and 'stopp'd'
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There was a maid her
name was Jim
they always took her
name for him
name was Jim
they always took her
name for him
Benny Bunter
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If I had a friend called Jim I definitely would have texted them that
Benny Bunter
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Probably just me projecting cos I'm reading Blake at the moment as well, but I'm inclined to believe this poem (voll verdienst) is some kind of ultra-abstract response to Blake's Little Boy/Girl Lost/Found poems.
And also Prynne just having a bit of light hearted (but sinister) fun.
And also Prynne just having a bit of light hearted (but sinister) fun.
Benny Bunter
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Go home said
the stranger to the
boy's mother he's too
weak & she
cried bitterly & led
him to the door
the stranger to the
boy's mother he's too
weak & she
cried bitterly & led
him to the door
Benny Bunter
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Didn't Blake see the division of the sexes as something tragic? (Haven't got that far into Blake yet) Could be something to do with that too.
I'm gonna go with it for now cos it makes me feel clever
I'm gonna go with it for now cos it makes me feel clever
Benny Bunter
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I found you get lulled into a false sense of security with songs of innocence, then as soon as you start songs of experience it pulls the rug out from under your feet. They are much, much harder to understand (appropriately I suppose cos adult life is so complex).
Benny Bunter
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He's more of a Bruckner man, get to know
Ah, you see that is somewhat disappointing, sociologically at least. musically fascinating though.
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Welcome, stranger, to this place,
Where joy doth sit on every bough,
Paleness flies from every face;
We reap not what we do not sow.
Innocence doth like a rose
Bloom on every maiden's cheek;
Honour twines around her brows,
The jewel health adorns her neck