Monday, January 13, 2003

The Perch Comments

Rating: 2.7

There is a fork in a branch
of an ancient, enormous maple,
one of a grove of such trees,
where I climb sometimes and sit and look out
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Galway Kinnell
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A grand&sweeping ACTION painting delicately wrought! of love lost&found & theM-F vagaries, the pointlessness of speculations &plans& THE absurdities of approaching Love w/ expectations... the varieties of baggage (that MUST fit in overhead compartment?) that are particularly piquant to me in me50s& still a pathological optimist in Love! &, of course, where there is Love there must also be death. &mastery & Ds.. Can't imagine a young man understanding much of it... >>technical NOTE: when tree fibers are wind shaken/sheared the resultent repair counteracts certain energies that when subsequently cut thru by the logger can be released in a deadly nanosecond explosive death without warning; maybe that's an image of what it means to be close to Grand&perfect love, too? but that's just me. I logged standing dead'snags' & forest burn areas in my 20s & been a gnat'sass away from it.

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Galway Kinnell

Galway Kinnell

Providence, Rhode Island
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