JustKnecht

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Writing about the real Glass Bead Game - and poetry - just connecting, or is it?

Sapphic juxtaposing views on juxtaposition from Calvert Watkins (How to Kill a Dragon) and Bashō (Skeleton in the Fields) For some time, I’ve come to believe that surface formula is not very far from deeper theme. The hills of Yoshino are Mount Lu, when seen from this standpoint. #poetry

…reading an Observer article reporting on the trial of Daniel Graham and Adam Carruthers, who together sawed down the historic Sycamore Gap tree, through the ‘Alpera bee stencil’ raged by clippings and video now lit para hum driver believer than thou we talked dom sheriff’s Sycamore #poetry

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Sapphic: Rilke explains his purpose in writing the Duino Elegies in a letter to his Polish translator Bees of the invisible wildly gath’ring honey of the visible our task is to imprint deeply, painfully, passionately all this we ruined #poetry #Rilke

Stanza on section 188 of the UK Housing Act 1996 requiring Local Authorities to relieve homelessness Be, whoever has no house now will, if they’re unusually at risk. The honka is Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘Autumn Day’ (tr. M. Hamburger), and canvases by Anselm Kiefer titled ‘Wer jetzt kein Haus hat’

Link to recent canvas from Anselm Kiefer https://ropac.net/artists/30-jules-de-balincourt/works/13720-anselm-kiefer-wer-jetzt-kein-haus-hat-baut-sich-keines-2021/Link to recent canvas from Anselm Kiefer 
https://ropac.net/artists/30-jules-de-balincourt/works/13721-anselm-kiefer-wer-jetzt-kein-haus-hat-baut-sich-keines-2021/Link to recent canvas from Anselm Kiefer 
https://ropac.net/artists/30-jules-de-balincourt/works/13610-anselm-kiefer-wer-jetzt-kein-haus-hat-baut-sich-keines-2021/Link to recent canvas from Anselm Kiefer 
https://ropac.net/artists/30-jules-de-balincourt/works/13719-anselm-kiefer-wer-jetzt-kein-haus-hat-baut-sich-keines-2021/

even the path I traveled in my dreams has now vanished blue slides at rest under a powdering of snow in my village The honka is Shinkokinshū 673 by Fujiwara no Ariie (transl. Laurel Rasplica Rodd) #poetry

photo over a garden fence and evergreen foliage of a blue slide under a powdering of snow in my village

Sapphic on the construction of the second Temple of Apollo at Delphi Bring your wings, 0 birds; and you bees your beeswax. Sweep away the branches of bay from Tempe. Raise Apollo’s sanctuary, extend it up, from the chthonic. #poetry

truth will be attained by him only when he takes two different objects, states the connexion between them … and encloses them in the necessary links of a well-wrought style Time Regained - Proust

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… reframing Dryden’s Virgil in a sapphic Watch! The more he varies his forms, restrain him more with stricter care, until tiring, lastly turns to his true shape again. Ask then, firmly, Where the bees come from. #poetry

when I see the blue slide at rest through the barren trees it is clear to me that autumn has come and taken control of my heart The honka is the anonymous Kokinshū 184 (transl.Laurel Rasplica Rodd in Shinkokinshū 592)

blue slide at rest through the barren trees

Dysraphic sapphic for Viktor Orbán Pindar’s hymns of praise, like a bee, flit here, there. Haiku too, though brief, have their sharp disjunctions. Who would blame the bison’s precarity on thirsting for freedom? #poetry

🍎🌿 Just dropped a fresh essay on J.H. Prynne's Orchard 🍊🍒 — explore the juicy metaphors, ripe language, and fruit-laden imagery 🍇🍏 Dive into the lush garden of poetic meaning! 🍉🍑 #Poetry justknecht.medium.com/beginning-an...

Beginning an analysis of J.H. Prynne’s “Orchard” (2020)

32 pages. Twenty-five poems, titled after various edible fruits. Litho printed text, with risographed wrappers printed by Earthbound Press…

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… on bees tending to visit flowers of only one type during a foraging trip Apis mellifera is strongly constant In its choice of flower, but when and whether Flower constancy has a profit motive Is in contention. #poetry

FOR YASMINE,
WINNER OF SILVER IN JAVELIN Greater fools may value the gold. So let them. Best is silver, useful beyond its value. Godless girl, your javelin flies like glory written on blue sky. #poetry

… on how bees experience light differently Trichromatic vision, but no red: rather ultraviolet light, where a flower’s petal iridesces, changing with viewpoint, through those thousands of lenses. #poetry

… on the discovery of the ‘queen bee’ by Luis Mendez de Torres (1586) and its denial by others ‘King bee’ and the workers all proven female, some refused to recognise that in nature females would be leading and central, with the male at the bottom. #poetry

… on the flight of bees being supposedly impossible Bees don’t care what humans pronounced as hopeless. Lift, drag, weight and thrust are all finely balanced in an airplane. Bees fly in different fashion: spiralling cyclones. #poetry