tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post2702456276336761478..comments2024-03-27T06:25:29.002-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `A Slight Scorn in You for What Appalls'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-62373205207450593332015-02-19T10:07:47.473-06:002015-02-19T10:07:47.473-06:00I think there is a line in Yeats' "Counte...I think there is a line in Yeats' "Countess Cathleen" about the black ox, on the Countess's death:: <br /> 'the years like great black oxen tread the world, And I am broken by their passing feet'. E Berrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15444426908291693984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-7941465103918608892015-02-16T02:30:48.386-06:002015-02-16T02:30:48.386-06:00Reading Edward Mendelson and John Fuller on the ea...Reading Edward Mendelson and John Fuller on the early Auden recently. They cite Auden's espousal of Lane, Layard and DH Lawrence's ideas which suggest that personal unity (the search for which exercised Auden enormously) arises from allowing what is in a person free flow because, essentially, what is in us is good. Of course, with the triumvirate mentioned above the sexual is bound to figure largely in this formula. For me this explains a lot of depression. It is the result of the thwarting or inturning of our spirits which then do damage inside us. It's all about how the body and mind are linking most particularly in the sexual. I once took it upon myself to write a sonnet on the subject:<br /><br />Body Language<br /><br />My tongue, my lips, speak kisses, words, and taste <br />you, love. I tell my truth with carnal speech,<br />and you make utterance – naked vowels -out-faced<br />to me in tender causerie. The reach<br /><br />of love defined by tips of breasts, bent knees<br />and fingertips. Extremity’s delight<br />contained, fulfilled in limbs. In matrices<br />like these does love find means and so recites<br /><br />its joy. But we use measured talk and line,<br />whose borders loose the captured sense. We catch <br />the meaning, let it walk, no more confined.<br />Ties body thoughts that we leave unattached.<br /><br />Just as ideas in verse’s form are meshed,<br />my love for you’s interpreted in flesh.Subbuteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11263202102536057266noreply@blogger.com