Drinking a Guinness Extra, an empty gesture, Beset truly by the words of Joyce, I am sick of the turning from text To annotation. I wish only to read A text as it was meant, With the knowledge not aside But present already in my blasted skull
It's like the modern appreciation of Shakespeare βAt best an approximation. The words that were Common, fallen out of usage. The words then invented, now commonplace.
Thither and hither again I will look Tracking the details Researching the clever allusion Trying not to miss & missing anon what's right in front of me
D.B. Guy
November 2011. William Corbett's 21W.756 Writing and Reading Poems. Frank O'Hara.