Ideas
Some of the contents of Miniver's pages of scribbled ideas from the previous night:
There is a white fire, there is a bright fire,
Brighter than Sol's face and cleaner than snow.
There is a pride in you, born deep inside of you,
There is a child in you seeking to know
Where is the justice? It's crumbling to dust as
The worlds on both sides of you press you to fight.
You are a white lily plucked from the green valley,
You are the face and the courage of light....
Beneath it, a note:
This sounds so contrived! Where's the ESSENCE?
And beneath that, after several crossed-out lines:
The day gives way to slate and alabaster
Roosting in a golden twilight nest;
Sunlight leaves the poets to the evening,
Quills crouched birthing sorrow, or in jest.
So the land's in stronger hands--
The sun sleeps in the West.
Again this night I search into Tomorrow;
Again I find no answers in the sky.
Perhaps I hold the thing I seek already;
Perhaps the question isn't "what?" but "why?"
And would you give that I might live,
Or would I rather die?
It trails off into a series of dots and a heavily stylized sketch that might depict a rooster. Miniver sketches a lot. Not a lot of what he sketches bears a clear resemblance to any specific subject matter. At the side of the bird is written:
Need to know more. Essential beauty is not essential SOUL. Who is he?
And there follows a drawing of a dragon...
There is a white fire, there is a bright fire,
Brighter than Sol's face and cleaner than snow.
There is a pride in you, born deep inside of you,
There is a child in you seeking to know
Where is the justice? It's crumbling to dust as
The worlds on both sides of you press you to fight.
You are a white lily plucked from the green valley,
You are the face and the courage of light....
Beneath it, a note:
This sounds so contrived! Where's the ESSENCE?
And beneath that, after several crossed-out lines:
The day gives way to slate and alabaster
Roosting in a golden twilight nest;
Sunlight leaves the poets to the evening,
Quills crouched birthing sorrow, or in jest.
So the land's in stronger hands--
The sun sleeps in the West.
Again this night I search into Tomorrow;
Again I find no answers in the sky.
Perhaps I hold the thing I seek already;
Perhaps the question isn't "what?" but "why?"
And would you give that I might live,
Or would I rather die?
It trails off into a series of dots and a heavily stylized sketch that might depict a rooster. Miniver sketches a lot. Not a lot of what he sketches bears a clear resemblance to any specific subject matter. At the side of the bird is written:
Need to know more. Essential beauty is not essential SOUL. Who is he?
And there follows a drawing of a dragon...