[lit-ideas] Knowing slipping into something else
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 11:54:59 -0800
Lawrence Helm wrote:
"So now that you've exposed and humiliated me as not being a David Bowie
listener ..."
Speaking for myself, I had no intention of humiliating Lawrence. I was
merely adding to the poem's context. Lawrence, you see too much of the
world in terms of being either right or wrong. There certainly are
situations where there is either a right or wrong answer, but to quote the
Philosopher, "It is the mark of an educated man to seek as much
precision in things of a given genus as their nature allows."
Sincerely,
Phil Enns
Toronto, ON
I was partially exasperated because I never heard David Bowie's music but
also because I couldn't make this new information fit my theory of David
Ritchie's poem. I would like to see someone else analyze that poem. My
"exposed and humiliated" was not seriously meant.
As an example of how I never see in black and white, here is a poem I wrote
this morning as a sort of . . .
Knowing slipping into something else
She turned back and the wind
Caught her scarf and whipped
It about her shoulders
And the solemnity of her eyes
Seeing me as leaving her,
As she looked that one last time,
The end of all things said.
And although I thought I knew
(The incipient burgeoning speaks
As though he knows) it is never
Reasonable to suppose one is able
To propose the thing later bound
And sealed and flung upon the stairs
Which when opened will reveal
What one never really knew -
Her lovely eyes closed
As she turned and stood,
Giving me one last chance
To rush to her side and turn
Her with my hands and voice
Into the beauty I knew was slipping away.
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