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This is my new record (see clip) remember those days when you got a new LP and you would take it round to yer mate's house cos he had a better stereo and you would just chill, listening, not saying much, though occasionally replaying a track as you tried to work out the chords. Now of course the chords and the words are there at the hit of a return key to google (where would we be without google). Wallace Stevens has been my poem a day buddy this week, this is from ‘Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction’,
The poem refreshes life so that we share,
For a moment, the first idea... It satisfies
Belief in an immaculate beginning
And sends us, winged by an unconscious will,
To an immaculate end, We move between these points:
From that ever-early candour to its late plural
What's not to like in that "ever-early candour to its late plural" - love the idea that takes us from the connection made in the arrested moment, the moment of surprise and wonder and awe, the ever shifting but impermeable connection in the ongoing shift through the lived through and narratable. Poets huh, don't they just have the soul of it all?
