Re: OT: poem of the day
|From:||Jonathan Chang <zhang23@...>|
|Date:||Tuesday, March 22, 2005, 2:55|
on 3/20/05 9:56 PM, Sally Caves at scaves@FRONTIERNET.NET wrote:
> Did anyone reply to this?
I don't think so :(
> Clearing out my unopened mail, I found this.
> It's absolutely beautiful, Jonathan.
> Do you know what volume this comes
> from? Is Nemerov contemporary?
I would not know where from, but IIRC he is contemporary.
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Jonathan Chang" <zhang23@...>
> To: <CONLANG@...>
> Sent: Thursday, March 10, 2005 6:21 PM
> Subject: poem of the day
>> A friend of mine emailed me this poem... enjoy...
>> The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters
>> these by themselves delight, even without
>> a meaning, in a foreign language, in
>> Chinese, for instance, or when skaters curve
>> all day across the lake, scoring their white
>> records in ice. Being intelligible,
>> these winding ways with their audacities
>> and delicate hesitations, they become
>> miraculous, so intimately, out there
>> at the pen's point or brush's tip, do world
>> and spirit wed. The small bones of the wrist
>> balance against great skeletons of stars
>> exactly; the blind bat surveys his way
>> by echo alone. Still, the point of style
>> is character. The universe induces
>> a different tremor in every hand, from the
>> check-forger's to that of the Emperor
>> Hui Tsung, who called his own calligraphy
>> the 'Slender Gold.' A nervous man
>> writers nervously of a nervous world, and so on.
>> Miraculous. It is as though the world
>> were a great writing. Having said so much,
>> let us allow there is more to the world
>> than writing: continental faults are not
>> bare convoluted fissures in the brain.
>> Not only must the skaters soon go home;
>> also the hard inscription of their skates
>> is scored across the open water, which long
>> remembers nothing, neither wind nor wake.
>> Howard Nemerov
>> Hanuman Zhang
>>> Verbing weirds language.