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May 08, 2022


fun indeed, thank you

I love this poem and the Dylan reference, Terence. Great offering.

This poem is testament to Mary Ruefle's supremely great imaginative force. We are everywhere during the ride through this poem, in scenes that strangely, constantly startle and thrill. And for all her poetry's magic, its many colors, its extremes, the intense familiarity of the human heart is at its center. One of the greatest times in my life was hearing Ruefle read her poems, which weren't familiar to me then. But now they are, and I'm more alive from knowing them, forever changed.

Actually exciting, for what it says and its glittering orignality. So glad to encounter this poem. And the Bosch that is such a good choice with it.

I was wondering where Mary Ruefle went. I missed her work, and she went nowhere at all because Terence brought her to us. Mary teaches us that our imagination is sleeping. Now I am awake to it again. And to the art curator, I could not be more grateful!

I am getting my mind gingerly around this jagged marvel of a poem! Curse and bless to Terence for that suggestion about singing it to A Hard Rain. I can’t stop. 👏👏👏

Charming poem, and splendid juxtaposition with the Bosch painting. My favorite line: "It’s hard to say hello to every atom."

Thanks, Gardner.   Glad you liked it.

Don: Thanks to you for turning me on to her writing. 

Thanks, Beth.

Thanks, Grace. She apparently avoids email and the Internet.

Clarinda: as long as your neighbors don't complain, all should be well.

Thanks, David. I imagined the figures in the Bosch painting singing this poem.

Good idea

On Sun, May 8, 2022, 4:31 PM t.p. Winch <> wrote:

Thanks, Grace. She apparently avoids email and the Internet.

Mary Ruefle rules. Her wild mind, her playful/profound ways with line breaks, her ability to let a poem swerve and frisk and plunge, her devotion to freshness of image keeps her work so ALIVE and marvelously, purely her.

Knocked out of the park! Hats off!

Mary Rufle may or may not see this, but I am typing on an electronic device to say how much I like this poem, on 1st, 2nd, and 3rd reading. I like a poem that sounds like dream material and I like a poem that out-Dylans Dylan (who may have tried to out-Rimbaud Rimbaud). I like to be thrown for a loop, too.
Mary Rufle wrote me a very kind letter when a poem of mine appeared in BAM (in longhand! see above, "avoids email" etc.) and I have read her ever since. Gladly.
Amy Gerstler: yes, how about those line breaks. I do love them.

This marvelously creative poem allows the closed eyes of a child to discover an untrammeled imagination. But when the child's eyes are opened, there is no going back, as with Adam and Eve, who could not return to the childhood of Eden.

Loved it. Thanks.

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