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Brilliant. And, ironically considering these are ancient characters, timely.

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Thanks Erin for going along with this spooky poem. The lines from the referenced Emerson poem that matter to this are :

"Line in nature is not found;

Unit and universe are round;

In vain produced, all rays return;

Evil will bless, and ice will burn."

His sense of trust in Nature's inexorable return to wholeness in every action, even in ones called "evil", is difficult and subtle and I think takes a certain kind of toughness to go along with. This is something of what my poem is after!

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I’m vibin’!

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I like this very much. It’s gnomic, but in a suggestive rather than pretentious way. Not unlike Auden’s Ode to St. Cecilia. The pace is measured — like a frieze. That highlights the remote, hieratic quality of the ancient figures mentioned.

Nice job.

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oh uh — did I walk in at a bad time?

😜😜😜

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Also I didn’t know you “liked” things, but thanks I hope you, uh, liked my poem

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I don’t like things in Cluster because I would have to like everything. I miscellaneously like things in Substack. Although I don’t like Substack. I will read your poem later, looking forward.

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Don’t comment if you’re not going to read it

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Jeff we’re talking about what some guys who were alive in the 1800s taught me about transcribing intuitive perceptions expressed in figurative language, welcome aboard

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I’m a Flâneur. I’m only aboard the boulevards.

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Well let me know if you see any of what Blake meant by Living Form out there on the boulevard

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