It is a case of thought versus action
Poetry is close to life in the sense
that it more closely depicts the
banal and tragic, ideal and magnificent
moments of thought (and I must admit,
sense experience). Sense experiencee is
put in for verisimilitude- that's why I
used to find it annoying to add. I
still don't enjoy it. In "Seascape" I
developed the ability to depict characters
in terms of their thoughts as part of
landscape. I have in large part to
thank Jerry "the objecs need not be there
but the mind must be"- and
Durrell- the effect of Alexandria on
its inhabitants. It's a weighty framework,
this landscape, and I will endeavor to
make it still more minor- as it should
be-"touches" as visual experiences are
to me. I go in the world blind as a
bat listening to every word and emotion
of every friend. If I could see through
their eyes (my eyes) I could write of
landscape. Jerry said I was his eyes,
ears adn heart in New York.
Of course my eyes are not theirs. But
my own are so impoverished- I'm sure
it's a matter of fear, like my childhood
fear (desire) of going blind,my
voyeurism, the act.
I feel less lonely now.
Thanks to Durrell for his "character squeezes"
Otherwise, I am sure I would not bother,
a welcome shorthand!
*Ed Marks*- mystery, vivaciousness, the
urge to share, teach- great energy-
a volcano of pain. (like Clea-still
waters of pain.") Laughter."I can talk
to strangers but not to friends."
*Ed Small* Fatherly kindness, a
warming smile. "Strangers you have known all your life."
*Jeanne McCord* Impatient searching
glance that turns away. Loneliness.
Of course, TS Eliot's *Prufrock* is the
unconscious driving force in my poetry (can't
say I"ll go beyond this in myself)
My *Seascape* poem is also related to the
use of weather and landscape in
Birds along the edge of the roof,
carelessly wing to flight.
it is the prize of giving
In the shape of meaning
Bread, love and talking
I looked deeply into the eyes of the girl
on the train. She gazed back, without
flinching,not turning away until she
got off the train. It was a great relief
and I don't know why.
Ed Small- Kindness, great kindness, and
innsight with compassion. he understands his
"A woman of generous character will
sacrifice her life a thousand times over for
her lover but will break with him for
ever over a question of pride- for the
opening or shutting of a door."
Nothing is alone but God.This parting
is good (not without fear). I will