That was God's work.I Typed out aristeas and supplied notes on dissensus. Very generous and regal gesture
Probably a symptom not a causeI think what happened is that the promise of the modern British poetry revival scene, which he and sinclair were a part of, fizzled out in acrimony. So a falling out of love of sorts. I mean I'm not sure, but I think that's it.
I dunno, the 60s fallout was very big, we're still reeling from it now in a senseProbably a symptom not a cause
These opening lines suggest to me an ironised contemplation of death and the attendant hope for an afterlife: “a dream to pass on through”. Reeve and Kerridge have also drawn attention to the opening line of “Rates of Return” — “ Here then admit one at a time” — as suggesting “both the gates of heaven and admission to some cultural spectacle” (Nearly Too Much 34). Similarly, the opening lines from “Fool’s Bracelet” give us the contemporary scene as a society of the spectacle imaged as “the day park”, and the souls awaiting possible afterlife are deemed “waiting clients”; satirically extending the 8o’s conversion of all aspects of life into “service industries”, to religion. The irony operating throughout this collection is that both Christianity and investment banking have a vested interest in the “futures market”. Hence the merged vocabularies of hope and expectation: for an afterlife, and rising share prices. Both involve a postponement in the evaluation of the present in favour of future rewards, and so the present — “the day park” — is “shared by advancement”. If “advancement” might signal ironical commentary on the state of civilisation and its discontents as an inventory of financial gain, the fact that it is “shared” brings further poignancy. The term “shared” blurs a vocabulary of reciprocal relationships and communal commitment with the opposite vocabulary of the dvision of a company’s capital entitling the limited few to a proportion of the profits. The blurred registers of hope and expectation continue as: “It is / the next round in the sing-song by treble touches, / a high start not detained by the option / of a dream to pass right on through”.In the day park shared by advancement
the waiting clients make room, for another
rising bunch of lifetime disposals. It is
the next round in the sing-song by treble touches
a high start not detained by the option
of a dream to pass right on through
The commodification of hope as a religious contract for the future — an afterlife bought into through a slow-maturing policy demanding unquestioning suffering in this world — relates back to the phrase “deterrent hope”. Hope for an afterlife — conditional upon the results of the day of judgement, and therefore a certain quota of fear — acts like a nuclear deterrent in its cementing of the social order by implicit threat: that of Nuclear apocalypse or damnation. Prynne’s introduction of this parallel is characteristically ambiguous and ambivalent in tone: providing the reader with exactly the difficulties in discerning “the difference between the right and the righteous, the pain of loss and the power of pain” amongst the ironical and parodic interplay of tones that he felt problematic in his letter to Andrew Duncan: |
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i like this
One temptation for a reviewer, at this point, would be to explain the
dazzling array of meanings that can be derived from even a single stanza.
A recent critical book devoted to Prynne’s work focuses on just this sort of
exegesis, and its authors enthusiastically tease out from the poems elaborate
suppositions concerning Prynne’s spiritual, economic, historical, and aes-
thetic concerns. And though the critical readings are both imaginative and
smart, their net effect serves to invent a writer not unlike the one Borges
describes, whose genius lies less in his poetry than in the fantastic arguments
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to be made for why his poetry should be admired