“`The nature of marriage is
that, through its enduring bond, two persons together can find other freedoms,
such as expression, intimacy, and spirituality.’ (Really? Who ever thought that
intimacy and spirituality [whatever that means] were freedoms? And if intimacy
is, one would think Freedom of Intimacy is abridged rather than expanded by
marriage. Ask the nearest hippie.”
No one expects such candor, wit
and common sense from a public servant. A longtime English civil
servant, Sisson returns repeatedly to questions of language, especially in his later
poetry. This is “Hola” from What and Who (1994):
“Words do
not hold the thing they say:
Say as you will, the thing escapes
Loose upon air, or in the shapes
Which struggle still before the eyes.
Hola will run upon its way
And never catch up with its prize.”
Say as you will, the thing escapes
Loose upon air, or in the shapes
Which struggle still before the eyes.
Hola will run upon its way
And never catch up with its prize.”
And here, from the same
volume, is “The Trade,”’ presumably a reference to the writing trade:
"The language fades. The noise is more
Than ever it has been before,
But all the words grow pale and thin
For lack of sense has done them in.
"What wonder, when it is for pay
Millions are spoken every day?
It is the number, not the sense
That brings the speakers pounds and pence.
"The words are stretched across the air
Vast distances from here to there,
Or there to here: it does not matter
So long as there is media chatter.
"Turn up the sound and let there be
No talking between you and me:
What passes now for human speech
Must come from somewhere out of reach."
Than ever it has been before,
But all the words grow pale and thin
For lack of sense has done them in.
"What wonder, when it is for pay
Millions are spoken every day?
It is the number, not the sense
That brings the speakers pounds and pence.
"The words are stretched across the air
Vast distances from here to there,
Or there to here: it does not matter
So long as there is media chatter.
"Turn up the sound and let there be
No talking between you and me:
What passes now for human speech
Must come from somewhere out of reach."
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