charles moyer wrote:
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> From: "charles moyer" <[log in to unmask]>
> Subject: Maria's question
> Date: Mon, Jul 3, 2000, 12:32 PM
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> Actually, Maria, the truth is there is no known incident of anyone who
> ever was able to get out of this List. The best one can do is read Sartre's
> "NO EXIT" with the probable result of coming to the same conclusion that
> Garcin did that "Hell is
Even better perhaps, Robert Graves:
Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness,
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this:
Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
Red and green, enclosing tawny
Yellow nets, enclosing white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where a neat brown paper parcel
Tempts you to untie the string.
In the parcel a small island,
On the island a large tree,
On the tree a husky fruit.
Strip the husk and pare the rind off:
In the kernel you will see
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Red and green, enclosed in tawny
Yellow nets, enclosed by white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where the same brown paper parcel--
Children, leave the string alone!
For who dares undo the parcel
Finds himself at once inside it,
On the island, in the fruit,
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Green and red, enclosed by yellow
Tawny nets, enclosed by black
And white acres of dominoes,
With the same brown paper parcel
Still untied upon his knee.
And, if he then should dare to think
Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
Greatness of this endless only
Precious world in which he says
He lives -- he then unties the string.
It had never occurred to me to think of Graves and Pound together (Graves hated
Pound) until Charles's post evoked this poem -- but it might give an
interesting though queerly distorted view of the Cantos to think of them as
this brown package on Pound's knees, Pound insisting (Rock-Drill) on untying
that string.
Carrol
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