This week's poem came to me as good as complete, a rare gift. I actually don't want to talk about the background, I'd rather leave you to work that out for yourselves.
It feels like autumn has arrived early this year. There is that almost intangible change in the air. Next weekend is the Purbeck Folk Festival and I am gearing up for a weekend of good music.
Here is someone who isn't on - The Mountain Goats.
Encounter
Sometime
since the last meeting
he
had been replaced by an actor,
similar
to be true, but older
and
slightly more coarse, who
riffed
off his own allusions rather
than
answer, your, well meaning questions.
He
was angry, that was plain,
manifest
in the little jibes
that
made you uncomfortable.
His
old self was missing in action,
lost
in a sequence of interventions
almost
as savage as his internal process;
neural
pathways are consuming themselves with a reckless abandon,
and
uncertain futures hover on his shoulders.
Here is someone who isn't on - The Mountain Goats.
I've often wondered whether people are playing the part of the person they want to be which would explain when they suddenly start ''acting out of character'. Maybe they are only changing character after all.. You've taken it to a next dimension! Bit like that Shakespeare ''All the World's A Stage' speech.
ReplyDeleteThanks Carol. I think that you could be right for some people. They may be playing a part most of the time. Sometimes the change can be very noticeable
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