09-12-2013, 08:30 AM
"How primitive this working of the word that a patch on the wound
of life may be had"
This sentence doesn't seem to make sense, probably because it isn't really a sentence, just two dependent clauses. I wonder what the "wound of life" is?
"Inevitably the suppurating sore sloughs the bandage away exposing again
tender, defenseless humanity to driving, grating, blasting sand that is physical existence"
Ah, a sentence. Seems a bit melodramatic though. Of course I am old and no longer so overflowing with angst as I was when I was younger. So I can understand, yet I do not comprehend
"Will there be no need of metaphor on the other side?"
Whoa, that was a sudden jump, blind-sided by the afterlife.
"I lay a bit more mud and straw wattle upon this rent, burst, breathing body
and wait to learn a healing truth"
What the "rent", and what the "wound"?
no answer yet does make men swoon.
"And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?"
That is to say, I feel this "suppurating sore" is poorly defined, in that it is not defined at all.
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Seriously, I do remember writing things like this, probably while drinking a bottle of cheap wine (Sangria, with the wicker bottom) shortly after my girlfriend dumped me... but I think I am too far removed from that time to make any kind of legitimate comment. As Wordsworth said, "only the good die young".
Dale
of life may be had"
This sentence doesn't seem to make sense, probably because it isn't really a sentence, just two dependent clauses. I wonder what the "wound of life" is?
"Inevitably the suppurating sore sloughs the bandage away exposing again
tender, defenseless humanity to driving, grating, blasting sand that is physical existence"
Ah, a sentence. Seems a bit melodramatic though. Of course I am old and no longer so overflowing with angst as I was when I was younger. So I can understand, yet I do not comprehend
"Will there be no need of metaphor on the other side?"
Whoa, that was a sudden jump, blind-sided by the afterlife.
"I lay a bit more mud and straw wattle upon this rent, burst, breathing body
and wait to learn a healing truth"
What the "rent", and what the "wound"?
no answer yet does make men swoon.
"And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?"
That is to say, I feel this "suppurating sore" is poorly defined, in that it is not defined at all.
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Seriously, I do remember writing things like this, probably while drinking a bottle of cheap wine (Sangria, with the wicker bottom) shortly after my girlfriend dumped me... but I think I am too far removed from that time to make any kind of legitimate comment. As Wordsworth said, "only the good die young".
Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.