AB
at 08:06, 7 May 2005
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Ahh, Yes.
'The Advantages of Learning'
I am a man with no ambitions
And few friends, wholly incapable
Of making a living, growing no
Younger, fugitive from some just doom.
Lonely, ill-clothed, what does it matter?
At midnight I make myself a jug
Of hot white wine and cardamon seeds.
In a torn grey robe and old beret,
I sit in the cold writing poems,
Drawing nudes on the crooked margins,
Copulating with sixteen year old
Nymphomaniacs of my imagination.
KENNETH REXROTH [1944]
This poem made me laugh – be forewarned, all those who consider writing as a career! But unlike poor Kenneth, hunched up against the cold, drinking hot white wine, Sally Potter smiles with resplendent grace, and gives us exultation. A cathedral of inspiration. YES reminds of me of everything I manage to forget: of all the gestures that serve us well when words abandon thought. Of the immensity of prudence and the persistent rub of joy.
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