The Sybil’s letter to Wallace Stevens by Jonathan Beale

Yes, there is one thing braver than all flowers;
………..Richer than clear gems; wider than the sky                                                        

William Carlos Williams

“Sir…

I’m addressing you in the only way I can and I think you could understand.”  From this strange Land.

“Begin!

From the world in time, into tomorrow’s land,

…as the perceptive eye that must always remain – behind

here – and – there – and cannot and can never accept.”

  • always blaming the ‘State-of-Lenten- Sacrifice.’

The state is written and patterned thus.-

“For, I can but write as I can… but write, to…
And so the editor still with a pulse scribes
against his crimes and his will, and mine.”

………….– the letter that fell as mankind fell, falls on each day every day, in this land of its own mythology – that is its life ….And, here is everything.

…………………..Bemused – the memory is past – unmemorable (after pausing) the decision is made I cannot remember…

The words flit in and out

The meaning, sense, and tense

THE MEANING SENSE AND TENSE

I fight to find
…………And in losing regain
…………And so -to seek to regain
This private
…………Personal meaning
……………………………..You or who would know or understand

 

—————-The great “A” from the great ‘Z’——————-

 

The ease to me of A played instrument in the spherical mode to make tomorrow real.  And yesterday in its place for the next.  As they fall into place.  And today.  And today.  And.  And, and until we shall meet.

FLEETING CONCEPT – OVERLAPPING – UNFITTING – ABSTRACTING – FROM AND TO THE IDEA AS THE FREEST MOMENT; LOST AS THE FREEST IDEA; THE OCEAN IS LOST; DROWNED; IT MUST GROW BACK FROM WHENCE IT CAME; IT MUST RESURFACE – CIRCLES ARE AS FULL THE MOON AND AS WHOLE AS THE LIFE THEY CREATE

 

Answer?  Is the answer A?
…………In Spinoza or…some other maker of the light

…………For the first time and maybe the only time
…………………….Will we recognise each other?
……………………………..Are you as that Guitar playing troubadour.

Or that formal professional man – whose poetry rises above the mechanical, the cell, or disease.  Or is it just the mundane
…………..In the barbers
…………………….Red & white vortex
……………………………….Lines across
…………………………………………The nation’s tongues
…………..Neon art deco
…………………….Soda pop art
………………………………Yeats, Williams, Borrough’s

Then the birth of a new politic

I see a 50’s convertible – in its own era
driving into a raw sunset ALIVE!  Breathing and breeding wanting.
Lusty as the dog in its day for the freedom of mind
and bars of verse.

On a summers day – passing by – poetry is forged
…………As subtly as the invisibly
of the creation within…

The car has past I see its back and hand holding a hat down against the wind.

More words – no not needed – alliteration the spanner you never use – there are  enough there are enough.

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