born synthetic
jan snaps: boxes
Three Lamps
lying in long grass
your father and I have decided
we don’t believe there’s anything
after death
you don’t
go
anywhere
there are no beautiful fields
or singing angels
there’s nothing
you just stop
given over two years ago
with no room for argument
this was a pronouncement
typical of
exercise #1
poetry is a muscle what Leibniz would call an organ it is not an Eternal Thing or Idea although a single poem can last an eternity poetry is part of the body whether it is used or not
and then perhaps I should start writing about what I am doing, begin a conceptual staging of my web project, let me know if you would like to read about it here. Until I hear from you, dear visitor, some gleanings, scratchings, fork&plate
‘Style,’ said Evelyn Waugh, ‘is not just avoiding the cliché. It’s avoiding the place where you can feel the cliché is being avoided.’
– in David Hare, Obedience, Struggle & Revolt, Faber and Faber, London, 2005, p. 140
By engagement, I mean not so much an exposition, or a critique,