Thursday, September 30, 2010

9.30





light coming into fog against invisible

ridge, black shapes of leaves on branch

in foreground, sound of wave in channel



spatial without its being it,

so many dimensions that



between green and white look,

out of what, to see how



grey-white fog against invisible point,

whiteness of gull on tip of GROIN sign




2 comments:

  1. Hi Stephen,

    It is finally dawning on me, after reading this (happily) day upon day for month after month, to ask whether there is some mathematical or other more-or-less pre-determined length to the lines in the opening and closing stanzas of each poem. Or is it just my eyes that sees a basically uniform length to those?

    Keep on with ti, and thanks, whether you answer or not!

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  2. Thanks Steven and yes, not exactly "mathematical" but visual (and since it's in Courier it is also about numbers) -- what your eyes are seeing is what your eyes are seeing, the 'shape' of those lines on the page some part of what's 'going on'. . . .

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