Miles and Coltrane playing in Stockholm
enlivens a wet Christchurch afternoon
and I come to the realization I knew
what Trane was going to play next.
It was at this point that I knew
two days of prowling the city
had taught me the pattern of streets,
the beat of our feet connecting
to the sight of the eyes and
the frontal lobes. All this
connectivity part of writing -
but as Ezra Pound told WS Merwin,
Read seeds, not twigs.
mm... going to think about this. thanks
ReplyDeleteGod one, Andrew. I particularly like the ending and this bit:
ReplyDeletetwo days of prowling the city
had taught me the pattern of streets,
the beat of our feet connecting
to the sight of the eyes and
the frontal lobes
This is a very interesting project and I'm pleased to be part of it.
Cheers,
Myron.