On The Way Back From Pethcos
on the way back from Pethcos
it came to us
cities we could almost remember
it came with the rain
& our walking
with wind that cracked our faces
heroically
in the morning of our walking
we discovered our other country
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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Yay Ed!
you might "dig" the other 10 pieces that I wrote
while living in Lindos
1968-69
I just "tweaked them and made them into a little 20-page ... book/pdf..
call it RATULA
and
I changed Pethcos to Pefkos
when Fay and I were there
we entered via the old Goat Trail
from Lindos
over the hills
to the ancient
crumbled-down village...
the round trip walk took us
from about 4 p.m. day one until
about 9 a.m. the next day...
on the way back we rested then slept among the rocks on a bluff
over looking
The Bay of Saint Paul
and beyond that
out across the Aegean
we could see the coast of Turkey
I find it difficult to locate the data in the poem within some specific event or condition.
What is Pethcos? A Greek town?
What cities? Why are they forgotten?
"wind cracked faces"
What "other country"? Greece?
Or some imaginary land of exile?
"our other country" is that country/world of the mind
don't you "dig" internalization?
locating "the data in the poem within some specific
event or condition"
jeesh...nothing is EVER accomplished/done via
the conditional...
might as well stick-it via metaphor and simile...
and then prescribe (what you consider) Poetry !
Baker's poem is 'there'. Always is
'Nuff said.
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