it's amazing, innit? i saw it in one of the poetry comms- greatpoets, or they_said, i don't remember right now- and saved it for myself, but when poetic_self posted it, i knew i had to too. it makes me so happy to read it.
*sigh* Ahh, this is one I'm never going to get tired of. Part of me wants to do a close reading of it, just for fun, but another knows that I wouldn't learn any more from it than I already have. Words that go straight for the soul, these ones.
what is a 'close reading', and how does one do one? i'm guessing i have some equivalent skills in nursing, but. . . that's not something i've gotten as such, yet.
'Close reading' is just the term we used at school and Uni for doing a textual analysis - vocab, rhythym, context etc. So yeah, I suppose the nursing equivalent is diagnosis and palliative care :D The patient is the text, and what you do with them is a 'close reading' *nods*
it really is. i've had occasion this weekend to read up on Iceland, a little- that, and this poem, really are stoking the fires of an old childhood desire to visit there.
In this language, you can't chit-chat holding a highball in your hand, can't even be polite. Once the sentence starts its course, all your grief and failure come clear at last.
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i saw it in one of the poetry comms- greatpoets, or they_said, i don't remember right now- and saved it for myself, but when poetic_self posted it, i knew i had to too. it makes me so happy to read it.
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*sends you love*
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i've had occasion this weekend to read up on Iceland, a little- that, and this poem, really are stoking the fires of an old childhood desire to visit there.
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In this language, you can't chit-chat
holding a highball in your hand, can't
even be polite. Once the sentence starts its course,
all your grief and failure come clear at last.
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me too.
it doesn't feel self-defeating to me, though. just honest.
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