misfit
Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Wed, 01 Dec 1999 20:47:04 +0000
'... if we'd be satisfied with it all being "a random lottery
of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes"
... if that "answer" took care of it all, then my guess
is we wouldn't be here on this list, any of us ...'
I guess this does indeed illuminate my sense of being
a stranger on this list. In my own case, the meaninglessness
is more comedic than tragic but certainly 'near escapes'
or 'lucky escapes' is on the button. Is it just my advanced
years that gives me such a distrust of any poetry - any language -
not firmly rooted in the earth & the body? I can sense my own
datedness in feeling so at one with old Ernest as he stands
with his company, half-hearing in the distance through
the falling rain all those grand words & concepts - or watching
those shadowy women lamenting to the sound of the lyre.
They will never mean as much to me as a quarter pounder
with cheese - or a man's watch with a broken crystal wrapped
in tissue paper.
Scottie B.