I find it somewhat ironic that some below have commented that your piece flows so well--being that flow is precisely what it avoids. Much of your work--we share a common inspiration, here, perhaps--invests in the processual, and in looking at this we are so often wont to overlook the phenomena of non-process--to be crude, of frozen-ness. I am reminding of Goethe's Faust, in which the doctor wagers with the devil against ever being able to say "to a moment, 'tarry!'" Perhaps, when things are frozen over, as we see in your piece, we may glimpse a certain beautiful stillness; however, we cannot make a home of tundra. Really, well done.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you for such a very well articulated review.
I think some of your imagery is really strong and lovely, but there's an incontinuity in the verb tenses and phrasing that makes this a little disconcerting to read. Again, try reading it out loud, and you might feel some of those inconsistencies.
Beauty in frozen moments....winter is such a wondrous thing. She is so elusive and frigid in her wake. She never fails however to melt the heart. I love the flow of your spectrum in your icy morning. Blessings dear poet.
"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."
-Salman Rushdie more..