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1921, 4*, dialogue, distraction, January, music, temptation, William Carlos Williams, wind, windows, writing
JANUARY
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.
from Sour Grapes, 1921
it’s the immanence of writing within the experience that it is writing about that makes writing a wrestling match between perception and the thought thereof …
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distraction wormhole: divergent // direction
music wormhole: TREES by William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams wormhole: THE DESOLATE FIELD by William Carlos Williams
wind & windows wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
writing wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – old George