Moses and the wine part two.
Or Jesus, the camel, and the death of fatherhood.
If wavering is to stray then the narrow road requires flexible horses
to get through the eye of the needle.
If home is an interior then not home is . . .
What a strange, profound, bewildering wilderness
We invented off-hand wavering to wake up in an orchard of fermented fruit.
Abstractness in poetry an end in itself? Abstract grounded is the “common” Williams wisdom. What makes a good abstract poem (Barbara Guest) versus bad abstract poem (teenage angst poem)?
All my wonder and awe nailed down in a narrative easy going poem is dishonest.
All my awe and wonder exploded into abstract tidbits sometimes feels dishonest.
So, the tidbits of narrative or dramatic situation help me to dig further intellectually and emotionally. Or emotionally intellectually. Emotion and intellect at war since the wee Greeks invented reasoning etc.
Here comes the sun.
Gotta get ready to teach George Moore’s “Homesickness.”
I am almost always homesick.