The work of mourning
In the work of mourning it is not grief that works, grief keeps watch
In the work of mourning it is not grief that works, grief keeps watch
In the work of mourning it is not grief that works, grief keeps watch
In the work of morning it is not grief that functions, grief keeps watch
In the work of morning it is not grief that functions, grief keeps watch
In the work of morning it is not grief that functions, grief keeps watch
In the toil of mourning, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps watch
In the toil of mourning, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps watch
In the toil of mourning, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps watch
In the toil of mourning, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of mourning, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of mourning, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of deep regret, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of deep regret, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of deep regret, it is not grief that functions, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of deep regret, it is not grief that operates, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of deep regret, it is not grief that operates, grief keeps vigil
In the toil of deep regret, it is not grief that operates, grief keeps vigil
In the abject drudgery of deep regret it is not grief that operates, grief keeps vigil
In the abject drudgery of deep regret it is not grief that operates, grief keeps vigil
In the abject drudgery of deep regret it is not grief that operates, grief keeps vigil
In the abject drudgery of deep regret it is not grief that operates, grief stays awake
In the abject drudgery of deep regret it is not grief that operates, grief stays awake
In the abject drudgery of deep regret it is not grief that operates, grief stays awake
i.m. Patrick Doherty
We never did find the bullet that entered Patsy’s right buttock
We didn’t really look for the bullet that entered Patsy’s right buttock
We may have hidden the bullet that entered Patsy’s right buttock
We searched high and low for the bullet that penetrated Patsy’s right ilio-sacral joint
It was never in our interests to find the bullet that penetrated Patsy’s right ilio-sacral joint
We may have disposed of the bullet that penetrated Patsy’s right ilio-sacral joint
We all went to look for the bullet that entered Patsy’s abdominal cavity
We scoured the ground in our search for the bullet that entered Patsy’s abdominal cavity
The bullet that entered Patsy’s abdominal cavity will never come to light
We never did come across the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s aorta
We didn’t really search for the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s aorta
We may have secreted away the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s aorta
We never did find the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s inferior vena cava
We didn’t really look for the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s inferior vena cava
We may have hidden the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s inferior vena cava
We searched high and low for the high velocity round that lacerated the two main blood vessels in Patsy’s abdomen
It was never in our interests to find the high velocity round that lacerated the two main blood vessels in Patsy’s abdomen
We may have disposed of the high velocity round that lacerated the two main blood vessels in Patsy’s abdomen
We weren’t that bothered about the high velocity round that tore through Patsy’s bowel and colon attachments
We never did find the high velocity round that tore through Patsy’s bowel and colon attachments
We searched high and low for the high velocity round that tore through Patsy’s bowel and colon attachments
We may have found and the disposed of the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s diaphragm
It was never in our interests to find and retain the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s diaphragm
We searched high and low for the bullet that lacerated Patsy’s diaphragm
We never located the bullet that entered Patsy’s left chest cavity
We may have hidden or otherwise discarded the bullet that entered Patsy’s left chest cavity
We don’t have the bullet that entered Patsy’s left chest cavity
We searched high and low for the high velocity round that lacerated the lower outer part of Patsy’s left lung
It was never in our interests to produce to this Inquiry the high velocity round that lacerated the lower outer part of Patsy’s left lung
We left no stone unturned in our search for the high velocity round that lacerated the lower outer part of Patsy’s left lung
We never did find the bullet that fractured Patsy’s eighth left rib
We don’t have the bullet that fractured Patsy’s eighth left rib
We may once have had what was left of the bullet that fractured Patsy’s eighth left rib
We searched high and low for the bullet that fractured Patsy’s ninth left rib
We may have hidden or otherwise discarded for the bullet that fractured Patsy’s ninth left rib
It was never in our interests to produce to this or any other Inquiry for the bullet that fractured Patsy’s ninth left rib
We never did locate the bullet that left Patsy’s body through the left side of the chest, well below and somewhat in front of the armpit.
We never really tried to find the bullet that left Patsy’s body through the left side of the chest, well below and somewhat in front of the armpit.
We searched high and low for the bullet that left Patsy’s body through the left side of the chest, well below and somewhat in front of the armpit.
Because I still like him
Because I still like him, I can foresee the disappointment of the bad reader
Because I still like him, I can foresee the disappointment of the bad reader
Because I still like him, I can foresee the disappointment of the bad reader
Because I still like him, I can foresee the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still like him, I can foresee the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still like him, I can foresee the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can foresee the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can foresee the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can foresee the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the exasperation of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of the bad reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of the poor reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of the poor reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of the poor reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I still need him, I can anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I can anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I can anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I can anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t anticipate the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t value the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t value the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t value the impatience of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t value the anger of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t value the anger of my poor reader
Because I must need him, I don’t value the anger of my poor reader
Because I may love him, I don’t value the anger of my poor reader
Because I may love him, I don’t value the anger of my poor reader
Because I may love him, I don’t value the anger of my poor reader
Because I may love him, I don’t diminish the anger of my poor reader
Because I may love him, I don’t diminish the anger of my poor reader
Because I must love him, I don’t diminish the anger of my poor reader
Because I must love him, I don’t diminish the anger of my wrong reader
Because I still love him, I don’t ignore the rage of my wrong reader
Because there is love and anger between us, we don’t read as we should.
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Hello
I’m responding to an earlier post concerning JH Prynne’s essay on ‘Huts’. Would you be able to supply a link/text of the essay for someone not subscribing to the journal & living – as I do – outside of the UK in Blegium?
Best wishes
Jonathan Jones
I’ll e-mail you a copy.
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Hi John. I put some thoughts on slow poetry on my blog. It seemed a little long to put them in the comments. Jim
Jim,
I’ll reply here, if that’s okay. Thank you again for your attention and you will be pleased to know that I have now given some thought to the musical aspect of this and have attempted to read alongside (under / within?) Crane and the results have been mixed but that’s probably because I’m trying to reach for too many ‘effects’ all at once. Incidentally, ‘slow’ also refers to slow cinema which can require a similar kind of attention.
There is something strong about straightforward repetition that continues to hold my interest, some of this strength has to do with the nature of the line but there’s something inherent in the repeat that I hadn’t previously recognised. I’m going to stop now before I get too carried away..
Slow poetry and music… makes me think of the work you did with John Mansell years ago, playing with repetition and nonsense sounds. ‘Nablemeer’ springs to mind.
That was much, much busier and quite German as I recall – its ‘Nebelmeer’ must see if the tapes are still around.. I think this is about a more structured and sparse thing
I really like these. I came a poem by Ted Richer I thought you would enjoy, called “WAKE”, from James Joyce Quarterly:
_ _
1922-1939—
You write A way
You write a lone
You write a last
You write a loved
You write a long
. . .
A way a lone a last a loved a long
. . .
1/13/1941
Oh, write A way
Oh, write a lone
Oh, write a last
Oh, write a loved
Oh, write a long
. . .
A way
a lone
a last
a loved
a long
. . .
Wake—
Joyce.
Write.
A way
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Ted is kind enough to give us a half-dozen sonnets, written in his recognizable manner, for our forthcoming issue of 66: Journal of Sonnet Studies. I’ll send you a PDF of the pages, if you remind me.
I’m really pleased that you like them – I’ll try to remember to remind you about the sonnets.