Sunday, June 6, 2010

I Have So Much To Tell You

A found poem.
Phrases from:
Praeterita & Dilecta
by John Ruskin



I am so sorry
I couldn't write before.

The intimacy
in the terraced gardens,
it's tranquility,
the appeal of it's realities,
made deep wonder
become fathomless.

Watching the flight of clouds,
the tumbling and creaming
strength of the sea—
this is the root, the wildest
extravagance of this journey.

The pace of our common prayers,
the harmony of the sea
in the inscrutable air,
the sun, about a hand's breath
above the horizon,
the same white sun
tempered with crimson,
a piece of tapestry
hemming the edges
with a mosaic,
Rejoice and wonder.

Yes, write packets—trunks.

With kind love.

Linda Watskin ©2010

9 comments:

  1. Wow, Linda. This seems so profoundly written...from an erasure! It's a cool thing, definitely. I like yours a great deal.

    I especially like, "hemming the edges with a mosaic..."

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  2. Brenda keeps beating me to these poems and leaving the best comments! It all sounds beautiful but I love the second stanza in particular.

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  3. This flows so flawlessly it doesn't seem like an erasure at all. I really like the second to last line, "Yes, write packets—trunks" and the way you made this into a letter format.

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  4. nicely done.

    this part stands out for me:

    Watching the flight of clouds,
    the tumbling and creaming
    strength of the sea—
    this is the root, the wildest
    extravagance of this journey.

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  5. I want to visit those terraced gardens. I like how well this poem works. I know it's a found poem, and yet it doesn't seem that way at all.

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  6. This isn't an erasure. It's a found poem. I snipped short phrases from three different volumes of Praeterita & Dilecta and then wove them together.

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  7. That third stanza broke my heart it was so beautiful. Thank you, Linda.

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  8. This entire piece is beautiful -- amazing what we can do with someone else's words.

    These lines caught be by the throat:

    "the sun, about a hand's breath
    above the horizon,
    the same white sun
    tempered with crimson,
    a piece of tapestry
    hemming the edges
    with a mosaic,
    Rejoice and wonder."

    Your methodology to create this is very interesting...almost reminds me of the cento, but not quite the same thing.

    VERY well done. Bravo.

    -Nicole

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