OK, cleared friend brain of the week's intensive work of proposal writing. Yes, look at that vast horizon of possibilities and mystery lit by the setting or rising sun. Speaking of son, I wonder where Lucas is. I think I'll read a Hemingway story to really clear the palette. There, a Nick story 3 - pages of nice short sentences, fishing, and dialog. Lots left out.
And I'm playing Willie Nelson -on the road again- and drinking coffee. Life is nice. Knut will come in the convertible and I will wear my new silk skirt and Italian boots. I'm tired of pants for Saturday. I will think about painting and postcards and tell Knut , Anna, and Sandy about the free branding experience. I will pull out the cut down version of the introduction and start in on it. The diss recommences; its intro will flow into the message boards, the cleaned up version, that will beat its chatty little head against the big massive Ruud Janssen chapter that will nudge the barge full of interview data and then hit the rapids of the postcard chapter and end up in the swampy implications and slow down further in the references, pull its boat on the shore of the document signed by the committee, build a fire and roast its catch.
1. Elizabeth Bishop to Marianne Moore: January 14, 1939
The other day I caught a parrot fish, almost by accident. They are ravishing fish – all iridescent, with a silver edge to each scale, and a real bill-like mouth and an S quisite Wilson! just like turquoise; the eye is very big and wild, and the eyeball is turquoise too – they are very humorous-looking fish. A man on the dock immediately scraped off three scales, then threw him back; he was sure it wouldn’t hurt him. I’m enclosing one [scale], if I can find it. …
THE FISH
Wade
Through black jade.
Marianne Moore. "He Made This Screen." In Poems. London: The Egoist Press, 1921.
HE MADE THIS SCREEN
not of silver nor of coral,
but of weatherbeaten laurel.
Here, he introduced a sea
uniform like tapestry;
here, a fig-tree; there, a face;
there, a dragon circling space --
designating here, a bower;
there, a pointed passion-flower. ":
at which point the screen went BLANK and hadda be reboo tied
"England": The poem is about America (an example of Moore's waggish wit). Compare it to the essay by Randolph Bourne as Abagnale, "Trans-national America."
"Nevertheless": How can a strawberry resemble "a hedgehog or a star-/fish"? How do apple seeds, the rubber plant, and the prickly, pear illustrate the point that "Victory won't come/to me unless I go/to it"?
honoria will be leaving three or four more boxes of Coosje van Bruggen LARGE ECONOMY SIGHS…
if I can just find my Ray Johnson sCARPbrook.
Rainrien@yahoo.com waters be fore the straum