An attempt to engineer a song in reverse - from poem, to name, to poem again. The point of reference was originally the third chapter of William Carlos Williams' "Paterson: Book Four." Now, we tend to pick and choose somewhat randomly.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Paterson: Book Four, Chapter III, p. 193
The Memory of the River
Is it absurd to believe the bottom
is reachable to hands desperately
stretched and seeking it? To see in the strain
grains of soft sand wet and clinging downwardly
to current- and finger-traced lines of a body
unmoved (unmoving) in motions passing
on and through the stilled silence of its whole?
To reach for this ever, albeit now
more exhaustedly? To float still, silent,
inverted yet over the quiet floor,
holding against for a moment the flow
of all that is pressing, urgent, spoken ---
So much water passes, spreads out, in waves
while so little catches, in fingers, and stays.
Labels:
foolish children's games,
KMC,
memory,
poems,
silence,
the floating dead
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2 comments:
Incredible! I will comment more thoughtfully after I. . . ummm. . . think.
I think this is practically perfect. This is my life!
One word though, makes me uncomfortable. "albeit". Is that word necessary?
Love it.
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