Wittgenstein, Desmond,
Lear (‘I’ll teach you differences!’):
these shake me awake.
The poem the space
where ‘is’ is metaphor, self
dissolved into form.
No I am not I.
Incontinence, sudden tears,
metaphor’s shock of
recognition: Praise
be, praise be! The ecstasy
of new origins.
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Yup. ‘self dissolved into form’ identifies the physicality of the poem. Love it.
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Lots going on but that’s the nub: thanks for pointing it out, Mark!
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