Richard Blanch - A Dionysiac Poetic Sensibility

Richard Blanch - A Dionysiac Poetic Sensibility

With apologies to S.T. Coleridge and Kubla Khan br br br br Is there a crying in the forests of this soul? Divinity br Is failing? Or a dream has stretched the twining elasticity br Of thought beyond endurance? Or perhaps a fine stability br Was never meant to be - except in ruin. Brute sublimity br Requires the bright, the still, the lithic quelling of variety. br br But this swaying veil of lock and eye, it shuts out equanimity, br Demands and reaches for a writhing dusk’s impossibility, br Tearing at reality to make a unanimity, br To bring together, fling apart the fabric of the unity br Of breast and thigh, the close-sheathing of minds, finding satiety br Only for fleeting moments. This wrenching, kind avidity br Gluts itself on trifles, greatness, in a mad affinity br For everything and nothing, swings and sings the night’s ability br To form, unform, to stir, to swim in, welter in plasticity- br Such is the dancing in the forests of this soul’s divinity.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-16

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