I could live an entire day in one of your images--a cat's cradle clue, illogical flaw in an obsolete feud, unpicked my fingerprints; and what does the rhythm here remind me of? I have to think.
And when you called it a song, I thought song as in poem, but then you do sing, don't you? God, I'd love to hear this even spoken. I am having loads of fun now reading "Singing Innocence and Experience" and have a lot to say to you on my restart, from the beginning, and all the things you do in "Shade and Shadow," how much you convey in the sky and ocean images, how out of reach everything feels at the start with the empty air and the seagull spriring high and then later she looks at the sky and her eyes dazzle, and it's not so distant, and then her smile breaks in her bones like the sun," but that's just a small bit of everything I'd want to say. (Do I need to fall in love with Orpheus again?) Maybe I'll jot things down in my journal so I'm not bombarding you. (And thanks for "Matlachiuatl's Gift," the reversal had me grinning with vicarious vengeance.)
I just went through Exams (as in friendly support) with a friend of mine getting her PhD in English. I'm not sure what yours is in--Mythology? Latin? Literature? I don't envy you, but you needn't have any worries. It's clear from your writing that you're a master, and more than that, you seem to live all this.
But I went on too long and had better get my daughter to her bus. Happy belated birthday; you're the same day as one of my sisters--she'll be pleased to hear that.
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And when you called it a song, I thought song as in poem, but then you do sing, don't you? God, I'd love to hear this even spoken. I am having loads of fun now reading "Singing Innocence and Experience" and have a lot to say to you on my restart, from the beginning, and all the things you do in "Shade and Shadow," how much you convey in the sky and ocean images, how out of reach everything feels at the start with the empty air and the seagull spriring high and then later she looks at the sky and her eyes dazzle, and it's not so distant, and then her smile breaks in her bones like the sun," but that's just a small bit of everything I'd want to say. (Do I need to fall in love with Orpheus again?) Maybe I'll jot things down in my journal so I'm not bombarding you. (And thanks for "Matlachiuatl's Gift," the reversal had me grinning with vicarious vengeance.)
I just went through Exams (as in friendly support) with a friend of mine getting her PhD in English. I'm not sure what yours is in--Mythology? Latin? Literature? I don't envy you, but you needn't have any worries. It's clear from your writing that you're a master, and more than that, you seem to live all this.
But I went on too long and had better get my daughter to her bus. Happy belated birthday; you're the same day as one of my sisters--she'll be pleased to hear that.