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Charles Eager, 'Synkronos' (Brasov, 2017)
Charles Eager, 'Synkronos' (Brasov, 2017)
SYNKRONOS
Brasov, Romania
2017
Copyright 2017 Vlad Condrin Toma
Published in Romania.
ISBN 978-606-756-.......
Charles Eager and Vlad Condrin Toma
CHARLES EAGER
Preface
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Synkronos suspends requiem for Abendland in favour of its romance,
and romance is conceivably the first language of a book that
proposes an exchange between languages. This is writing in quest
of a language of transformation and realization, poetry that seeks
fidelity to the poem that it is in. The imaginative world of Synkronos
may indeed be trans-sylvanian in chiasmic recognition of its own
precocious second nature. The romance of being synchronous is
to be found in the wrestle of being two, in the twisting cord of the
strongest correspondences. This work of Synkronos is necessarily
and courageously untimely.
Ian Fairley
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I. Induction 11
II. Holyday Poem 11
III. To His New Composition Book 13
Orphic Verse
IV. May-Lied 14
V. Hymnos. Eis Kairon 15
VI. Orphic Hymn to Kronos 16
VII. Prayer to Synkronos 16
VIII. Eis Pana 17
Lyric Interludes
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Odes
XVI. Ode 26
XVII. Pindaric. To H. H. 29
XVIII. Ode 30
XIX. Ode Conciliatory 32
Narrative Poems
XXIII. An Optation 89
XIV. Envoy 89
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I. Induction
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Novel notebook,
How fair thou art:
Like life renewed,
Or like a soul, which, shamefast,
Falls in love with life again!
Either strictness
Or freeness in
My art your art
Allows: yet graduate to
Discipline perfection brings.
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Orphic Verse
IV. May-Lied.
De Syncrono
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Lyric Interludes
Here where the roses bloom, and the vines into laurel are leafing,
Where the turtledove sounds, where the crickets enchant:
What is this grave set here, that all of the gods with revivance
Finely have set, overfussed? Such is Anakreons rest.
Springtime, Summer, and Autumn joyed in the fortunate poet:
From the Winter at last, him this mound has concealed.
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i. After XXXVIII
My friend,
May I be frank with you then, and advise
You as did Dante of Maiano his
Amico Dante of comedic fame,
And tell you you would cure your many errors,
And save yourself the scorn of future peers, by
Taking those two great smelly balls of yours
(Whose stench (its said) may make a man grown hoarse)
(Its said, how by the nose you coax girls sense)
And, rigorous ablutions them submitting,
By favour newly of the nostril found
(For lustre of ball so too is one of soul),
Girls rich in virtue might then cease to flee?
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i.
ii.
iii.
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XIV. Apology
To Maxi, Vlads dog
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When I am busy,
I yearn for rest, when restful, yearn for business: I
Choose (though not necessary) (not for me) all matters,
No difference, be it huge or small, we must perform
By our own hands.
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Odes
XVI. Ode.
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XVII. Pindaric.
To H.H.
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XVIII. Ode
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Narrative Poems
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By melancholy, yet
I heard, and listened not.
For you (profoundest music)
Turn only sweet in view of
Me, that am understanding.
But of yourself inquire:
What ends are served by joy?
What ends? When I can seal our
Existence to the world?
Anathema to hearts
To say, academies
More richly pay, than markets
Unserved by dulgence of
Your self-reflections. Yes,
Your songs fine: yet the world
Bites hard. I know what goes.
Oh cor, and cap, divided,
How can I succeed you
Two to transcribe, when you
So split yourselves within,
One make me one way, other
The other, other, write?
The pen itself splits with you,
One nibs tine writing this way
(The other, that), as meaning,
Nor mean could be between you.
In your uniting yet
May dwell some better world,
Where all self-scarring things
Return to place, and art
And God dwell in the soul,
Recorded, loved (these two,
The same), and all as carefree,
Each each in just proportion.
Of course, the heart puts forth,
We all know that intellect
Is base, a hungry stomach
Sated, then overfull.
It is unnatural,
Head, have you heard of nature?
I think, unless youre nothing
More than some new-grown growth,
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Prologue
Liber I
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So I to my memory
Stepped in, and whirled
Swift by faces first I knew:
Sad, with hollow cheeks, though young;
Stern-browed ladies many-aged,
Content-old, and seemly-wise,
And sharp-jawed men, and tender children.
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He reads:
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He walks some.
I know this park, it shines to me familiar,
Indeed I wrote a song on it,
A piece of youthful folly, sure,
I was in love with some waify waste.
How did it go?
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Liber II
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Fine.
Ill take yet one more step
In memory. But since
I am so weary with
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IULIA.
Spectators! Come in! Welcome to our home!
Come in. Its humble, small, but comfort some
There is we hope, and space as well, and yet
We hope its somewhat charming, too. Margaret,
Samantha, Carolina, Lydia, please,
Take our guests hats and coats. (They help.) Thanks. (To guests) Be
at ease.
Has it snowed? Would you like coffee, tea,
Or something stronger? Felicitly,
Weve bread, and market fruit, all bought today,
Whatever else youd like, dont shy to say!
Its all laid out just on the table there,
Please help yourselves. Weve much, no need to share!
Charles will be home soon, of it Im sure.
CAROLINA.
Oh Iulia: I wish we all could have a faith so pure!
Im not so sure as you: he likes to stay
Out late and such. Were quite content. We say
Only, Charles, do whatever likes you, just as long
As when you do come back, you bring nice things along,
But time to time the nights do rather too prolong.
IULIA.
No, Caroline, did he forget to tell you?
Hell be back earlier, to play good host
Today, unto our gentle guests.
CAROLINA. (Slightly to herself.)
Oh, no, this morning he was rather a ghost.
IULIA.
He was in such a hurry earlier today.
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The double doors of the reception room open, enter Charles covered in
snow. A snow-leopard follows in behind.
CHARLES.
Evening all! My girls, how are we? How are we? My heart swells
to see you all, so lovely, sweet, and beautiful. Iulia, my sweet,
how are you?
IULIA.
Well, Charles, you?
CHARLES.
You know, I cant complain, although Im frozen.
Its a tundra out! We might as well have chosen
To site our home in winter in Braov!
Carolina, how are you?
CAROLINA.
Well thank you, Charles (pecks him on the cheek), you?
Ive been reading Ibn Taymiyyah.
Come in, and let me take your hat and coat.
CHARLES.
Thank you, sweetheart. I prefer Ghazali. Lyd, Margareta,
Samantha, how lovely to see you all! Lydia, this leopard is for
you.
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LYDIA.
O Charles! (She hugs him. The leopard walks laconically to the fire and
begins washing itself.) I will take it for walks every day, and have
it defend my truth when or should my truth be questioned, and I
shall sit with it by the fire, enjoying quatrains.
ILEXIA.
Re Solomone!
CHARLES.
Ilexia, how are you? Its been too long!
ILEXIA. (Leaning on the rail, smiling)
Much too long! At last, you have your harem.
CHARLES.
Dont quote Fellini at me, dear: Was it not I
Who shared Fellini with you first? And yet, you lie:
You see its not a harem. Its just a humble place
Where we have gathered, ganged on joy, whose swift pace
Is Kairos-like, perpetually flying away,
And tried to run him down, to have him but a while to stay.
ILEXIA.
And joy is you, and these many women who adore you?
CHARLES.
Of course.
ILEXIA.
At least youre honest, lad. And what about your whores?
Do they like it?
CHARLES.
They stay here by their own sweet will. There is no force.
ILEXIA.
But this line of work theyre in,
CHARLES.
Now with long use, is not considered sin.
Ask them yourself, Ilexia. They are theirs, not mine,
Nor am I theirs. And more, the pleasures here are fine,
Ill have ye know. Come down. Todays our open day.
(Playfully obsequious) Will you be needing a prospectus, maam?
ILEXIA.
Demoiselle. I have one from these stairs, Id say (descending).
But Ill descend a while, in hope of an inspectus.
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CHARLES.
Sil vous plat, please, please, inspect us. (She goes off and begins
talking to various women. Charles goes through into the kitchen.) Hello
all! (The kitchen-women begin fussing over him.)
CALPHURNIA.
How is the boy today?
DOROTHEA.
Where has he been?
CALPHURNIA.
So smart in his snow-covered coat. Freshly-clean
Weve laid pyjamas out for you this cold, cold night,
With, C. E. as the monogram, brave Knight.
DOROTHEA.
Protector of chivalric gleam in its
Dark age! Defender of
CHARLES.
Albeit but in starts and fits.
How are my girls? Im fine, Im fine. Dont make a fuss.
You know I want to know all about you! A loss
Im at, to find myself of interest to myself.
CAROLINA. (Calling from the other room)
Charles, your letters are on the shelf!
CHARLES.
Put them on the fire!
Im too exhausted for dull-worldly stuff! Girls, come,
Sit with me, everyone. Calphurnia. (She sits on his lap.)
IULIA. (From the doorway)
Charles, what of the spectators? Theyve come especially.
CHARLES.
O yes (sighs), I suppose that higher duties call. (Gets up and walks
through.) Thank you for coming, from the bottom of my heart! I have
prepared a speech. Let me unroll and deliver. (Searches pockets.) O,
I cant find it. But you get the idea. Thank you so much for coming.
Be at comfort, peace be upon you all. Iulia, make sure they all have
beverages, food, whatever they want. Sit back, spectators! Well
play it out. Carolina!
SAMANTHA. (Steps forward)
Charles,
If I may beg the patient charity
Of every gentleman and -woman here,
I have a poem which Id love to read
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ALL.
Hooray!
CHARLES.
Away you go, my love.
SAMANTHA. (Clears her throat)
Hello!
Id like to show
You my appreciation
For you, your great decision
To come today.
Id like to say,
Thats really nice,
Friends help you in a trice,
Varietys lifes spice,
The best things in life are of low price,
Except the struggle to be better,
To have avocado on your toast, not butter,
To go out, run, and get fitter,
And not to be but a forever-on-your-arse-sitter.
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CHARLES.
Sorry, I wish I could allow it, but not today, my sweet. Youll have
to do it here. (She retires to a corner of the room, and hyperventilates
for the rest of the scene.) Margaret, you are cruel. Thats what I
always loved about you. Have loved you this many years. How
many has it been?
MARGARETA.
Were it but a day, it had been too many days, Charlie.
CHARLES.
But how long?
MARGARETA.
Since before the flood, and ten thousand at my last count, piglet.
And I loved the way you bought me things!
CHARLES.
Indeed, it was perfection from the start! Long may it continue.
And you know its your fault if fatty Carolina has too much
sugar, just as much as hers. Come now, girls, lets be children for
a while. O Lydia,
LYDIA.
(By the fire, with the cat) Hello?
CHARLES.
(Triple time) O Lydia,
That encyclopydia:
(Duple time) You are just as a castle-turret, or cathedral spire,
Against the middays sky: a June day for holy things.
LYDIA. (She gets up, walks over, and sits cross-legged on the floor by
Charles.)
Why?
CHARLES.
Have you heard of the legendary cathedral, that when you sit by
it, and wish, that wish comes forth into the aether?
LYDIA.
How?
CHARLES.
That I do not know. What am I?
LYDIA.
Charles, youre like an apple, with the toothpick already stuck in
it.
CHARLES.
Being sweet and well and, though I have my evils,
Like getting stuck between the teeth,
I repair them too, being the toothpick.
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LYDIA.
Thats not it at all. No, when I was a child, apples would always
make me sick. Now I love them, but they make me flatulent. The
only good apple is a skewered, you are like my best apple, and I
love you.
CHARLES.
And you, Lyd, the apple of too much knowledge. What business
you have in arrears is yours alone, and Allah Subhanahu Wa
Taalas. Lydia, we are two apples from the same branch; the
branch is folly.
LYDIA.
Is it folly to be jolly?
CHARLES.
Yes, and no together.
LYDIA.
Pallaksch.
CHARLES.
Very good! Pallaksch indeed, for full of folly, we could have
better spent that time full,
IULIA.
Of gin.
LYDIA.
Of cake.
CHARLES.
Of study.
BOTH.
Boo.
CHARLES.
Yet folly is it also to be wise, since to be serious is itself folly,
when we know so little. Calphurnia?
CALPHURNIA.
Ja.
CHARLES.
When is a woman her beautifullest, do you reckon?
CALPHURNIA.
Thats easy. A lass is most beautiful at twenty.
CHARLES.
Why?
CALPHURNIA.
O-like eyes large and bright, the skin so fresh, the face neotenous,
the rest so woman-like. That is why Shakespeare sang,
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CHARLES.
Forget about Ilexia. She is a disturber of the peace, no more. Go
see to your dear friend, your sister Carolina. See if she is okay.
That kindness is deeply woven in your better nature. Do not be
veered by protestations, which are vain. Aim the shot of your self-
conduct towards your native kindness. (She goes to Carolina and
talks aside to her whilst she continues to hyperventilate.) Ilexia.
ILEXIA. (She steps in front of Charles as if from nowhere.)
Charles, I wonder if we could meet for coffee sometime this week.
CHARLES.
Of course. How about Wednesday?
ILEXIA.
Hmm, no, Ill be ill that day.
CHARLES.
Thursday?
ILEXIA.
No, that day I plan to lapse into eternal silence.
CHARLES.
And before Wednesday?
ILEXIA.
Well sort something out. For now, shall we sing a song?
CHARLES.
Various lass, of course. You sing, and Ill accompany. What do
you want to sing?
ILEXIA.
I think we should sing Night and Dreaming.
CHARLES.
Can I play it on the guitar?
ILEXIA.
You know you have before.
CHARLES.
Are you sure?
ILEXIA.
I wrote it down for you! Check in Guitar Arrangements.
CHARLES.
Youre right! Here it is. Good Lord! Did I have an extra finger
when I played it before? Look at the fourth bar.
ILEXIA.
Fool, do you know music? If you put the bottom string down a
tone, those notes are an easy grasp.
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CHARLES.
But look how tough these other chords become. That change from
D#7 to G#m.
ILEXIA.
Its doable.
CHARLES.
Your wisdom prevails, my deity. Lets take a slow tempo, if you
have the breath?
ILEXIA.
Of course.
CHARLES.
Ready?
ILEXIA.
Ready.
Gather the spectators and harem girls and let fall the melic fifths and
thirds as Ilexia sings (c. 4).
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ILEXIA.
Not bad. What, was that legato, though? It was like cycling down
a bloomin cobbled street trying to sing evenly to that.
CHARLES.
Well, well see how you do your impossible reducing to guitar
in the next number. Still, if you can forgive me for forgoing our
insults for a moment, Id like to say,
ILEXIA.
Go on.
CHARLES.
That when you sing, your obvious evil ways
Almost completely. Youre some sort of angel,
Or goddess, surely, sure, some super-being
Who, veiled in day, reveals herself in dream,
Who brings good news, and salves consideration.
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Shameful.
DOROTHEA.
Can you believe all we have done for him?
LYDIA.
Just wait until my other harem hears about this.
CHARLES.
Other harem?
LYDIA.
Attack!
The girls begin burning down the harem, beginning with the curtains,
furniture, and musical instruments. Carolina takes a torch to the bowed
strings.
CHARLES.
Not the Adams viola!
Sp. Ah: In days like this, the form of beauty sure inheres.
The goddess flies, inscribing on deep natures face.
The fading rosetones of Aurora grade, diminish
The paling face of afternoon. Here Hyacinth sings the
Lament Apollo seared, cicatrised on his skin.
Charles, howve you been! That harem episode was painful.
Ch. I know, Friz.
Sp. Do you still not know me when you see me though?
I am Spirit!
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Sp. Aye.
So then you have these thoughts! Its not as though youre one
Who boasts, I do not see what I do not believe.
Idea is to you a treasure. You feel it first
Even before you even can deny it. Am I right?
Ch. Yes.
Sp. Yet when the world falls short, it is idea, not world
Which falls. Is this not strange?
Ch. I doubt its strangeness.
Sp. Why?
Ch. Surely idea falls short so far as in the world it fails.
Why would one hold idea dear, and that
Only to work not in the only where were in?
Sp. Such matters for oneself. But, granted, Id still say
That field is wider than you thought.
Ch. Go on. The field of?
Sp. The field of where. Where are you now, son, do you know?
Ch. Sleep said I stood in his sphere first, before we went
Into some dreamy realm. Then I was unsure
Which god then ruled me most. And then sleep raged, for
nothing!
That fabric rent, whereon Mnemosyne restored me.
Then I was as a tortured prisoner, and I could not flee
Mnemosynes most poignant throws, till peace revolved,
Settled, and as I sang myself some cheer, I saw you.
Then I plunged further, and came out in Camelot,
Where, going thanks to unchaste love, a whole, great state
Crumbled before me, urging ego before idea.
Then I was lost again, till in another vortex
I was consumed, and I was head of my small state.
That joy, so sharp, delightful, beautiful, then needed
To descend. For how do we know anything
But by comparison? For joy is joy in sorrow
Only, and sorrow, sorrow joy. Ah, even now
To think of it, although it feels a thousand years
Have gone between, it thrangs the heart like pointless cruelty,
Like urging death upon a child. Then all dissolved:
My stately vision, and this watery yard contained me.
Who then could say what this all signifies, except
The Delian diver, or the Sybil? All these scenes
And senses shifted like senseless dream.
Sp. Still far wide!
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Epilogue
Highest, all powerful, benevolent good Lord:
Yours are the praises, glory, and the honour,
And every benediction.
To you alone, highest, all these convene,
And no-one worthy to bespeak your name, is.
Praised be you, Lord, with your creations all:
Specially master brother sol,
He who gives day and lumines us through him.
And he is well and radiant, great in splendour,
Of you (most high) ports he significations.
Praised be you, Lord, through sister Moon and all the stars,
Whom you have formed in sky with clearness, price, and beauty.
Praised be my Lord, through brother wind,
Through air, the clouds serenity, all weather,
Through whom your creations you give sustenance.
Praised be you, Lord, through sister water,
She whos so useful, humble, precious, and still-chaste.
Praised be you, Lord, through brother fire,
Through whom you enalluminate the night.
For he is pulchrous, strong, jocose, robust.
Praised be you, Lord, through sister mother earth,
She who sustains and governs and produces
Diversest fruits, coloured grasses and flowers.
Praised be you, Lord, through who forgive for love,
Who self-sustain infirmity and tribulation.
Blest (too) they who sustain themselves in peace,
For through you they (most high) receive their crowns.
Praised be you, Lord, through sister death corporeal,
Which force, no living thing can flee.
Sorrow, on who ends life in mortal error,
Blest whom she finds in your most sacred will,
For sequent death can wrack them with no evil.
Lauded and benedicted be you, Lord, and let us
Round you with thanks, our service, and humility.
FINIS.
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Where now your sturdy thigh, that ran not like the stag:
Not man, nor satyr, but something preternatural?
Wheres the youth, health, vitality, which did not bloom, but
Rather came bursting forth from your bright limbs?
And eyes, those lights that signalled out your perfect soul?
What this chaotic stuff, sense-free, this Superjanus,
That sickens more in thought than Saturns food profane?
(To that elusion I owe yet this woe, my life.)
Yet could you not, far dearer, nobler than a god,
Shake off subdeity, to duck your time and fate.
So spoke the goddess in her lovely plangency.
Such exequy announced, she wept and palled her front,
The goddess knees broke, lapsing on the dusty bed,
Whose sands flew up in veil about her ay-young tears,
Her mouth-enarching lines, and head downturned in sorrow.
This dust dispersed, if I may guess the way gods see,
She faintly apperceives through her periphery
The dolorous-sublime of Neptunes vast approach,
As breaks he forth from out his waves, thence disuniting
Slow, as his liquid form offslides for temporal flesh,
And shrinks himself proportion-wise, and up then grades
Sadly to her across the sands, up from sea-gates:
Sur-mortal niece, began the god, You know no god,
Not even Jove, who does all else, or near, can void
Necessity. Weep for my sake then, as I yours,
That sacred bond bound me to change with Theseus rage,
In this sad accident, for grandsons life, sires oath.
Just as life fades, so too lifes dreams, and lifes potentia,
Of all which this young man was view exemplary,
And sad aim, both, to fortune and necessity.
So spoke the oceans god to her, and she replies.
Do not commiserate, obscure sea, she raged.
Whore bloodied so: dull slave, and bitter-sour, will you
Be servile then to all decrees, save those you choose,
Loathing, to disregard? You speak of need, slight need,
But cared not for it when the weary-godlike liss
Sought but to rest his long-hurt bones at Ithaca.
I then necessity hate too, and scorn all law
Which casts no good in action. Yes, Jove gave me bow,
And liberty of wood, just as he gave me power,
Being moon, to sway your tides. With this to mind, how could
You disobey me? Loathe I then all law non-Jove,
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XXIII. An Optation
XXIV. Envoy
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Postface
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This of course was only the first thought that arrived, and I
know myself well enough not to trust my initial thought, nor the
following three. I attacked this particular poem a number of times
before I realised that the beauty doesnt solely lie in its charming
and unapologetic indulgence, rather, that it, like many other
poems in this collection, is self-aware, conscious of its progression
as it progresses, pleasingly rhythmic and multi-layered with
significances, implications, wordplay and a spectrum of remarkable
references. It feels as though the meaning (should I be so crude
as to call it that) of these poems, has been baked into a five tiered
cake, and at our leisure we have been invited to chomp through
buttercream frosting and strawberry jam, gradually understanding
the flavour and increasingly becoming fulfilled. Without any
glimpse of clich or routine, each poem is peppered with a conceit
or an ending that glows subtly with importance. Theres no such
thing as a single serving sentiment here; the final lines and stanzas
have that gentle but perpetual kind of significance, the kind that
gets comfy three rows back in your subconscious.
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that the narrator steps into the discussion and heroically demands
that they, the heart and head, must harmonise should the poetry
collection continue. I rarely grin whilst reading lest the people in
my near vicinity begin to wonder from where I have escaped, but
the conceit of this poem not only demands harmony from itself,
but a smile from the reader, who, having vicariously experienced
each persuasive end of the conflict, is handed a nice hot creamy
bowl of resolution. This particular part is also a terrific example
of the attractive vein of cohesion that pulses through the collection
and occasionally palpitates magnitude. At the end of this poem
and later
CHARLES.
Youre right! Here it is. Good Lord! Did I have an extra finger when I
played it
before? Look at the fourth bar.
ILEXIA.
Fool, do you know music? If you put the bottom string down a tone,
those notes are an easy grasp.
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How desperately I wish to quote the final poem Envoy given its
perfection, its sincerity, the self-referential little gem that it
undoubtedly is but I shant and cant. Its a tiny piece of art that
exists exactly where it should, at the end of this collection, and
though I wish not for you to overlook everything previous, or even
look forward to it as such, just know that come this final reflection
you will have journeyed up, down and through a wealth of wit,
dry humour, decorous, elegant wordplay and honest accounts of
beauty, only to be met with a faultless conclusion.
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