Well, what a turn-up ! This very morning I got an email ( [email protected]) from top poetry expert/critic/pundit Professor Stavely Forthright . It's all to do with those Wavely Newt poems I put on here a few posts ago. In particular, this one ... and my response to it.. Swooping between the swaying trees he she or it their partner sees each feather shines, each eye it glows lustrous are its gleaming toes down it now glides in scything arc upside-down it grips the bark clutching tight with lusty claws knowingly it gnaws ... and gnaws. Prof F. was highly critical of my rather casual attitude the the poem, especially my "trivial" insistence on the surrounding hoo-hah as to which actual species Wavely is referring to. Prof Forthright feels that this belittles the whole opus and has hijacked the entire poem. His main attack, though, is based on his idea that I have " totally missed the point" of the entire poem ... of Wavely's "Entwicklungpunckt" ( "evolution-point" or perhaps "development-point"). His contention is that Wavely is showing us a "moment of evolution" whereby a species of Woodpecker evolves into a type of proto-Nuthatch. Of course, the poet "knows" that this does not actually happen mid-swoop, but he has cleverly "telescoped" the whole process into one glorious microsecond of evolutionary time. Well, what do you think, readers ? Is Wavely really condensing thousands of years of evolution into a "micro-moment" or is he just "winging it" and going with his innate poetic flow ? I know what I think !! And now I know what Prof F. thinks as well. Sorted. But what, if anything, does Wavely Newt himself have to say about it ? I await your input, as the Actress said to the Bishop. And the music is sorted too ... it's another top belter from The Joy Formidable... "Cradle" ...... I can't see he says what he means I can't say what he means when he says That I'll pretend, I'll pretty pretend When all I want to see is the end of this I can't see he says what he means We'll deal him stick and stones and apologies I wish, oh, I wish it was through Split the scars, get up off your knees Just lift the marks to new found kinesis I'll pretend, I'll pretty pretend When all I want to see is the end of this I wish, oh, I wish I wish the cobwebs would cover me Cover me, cover me My vicious tongue cradles just one My vicious tongue cradles just one My vicious tongue cradles just one My vicious tongue cradles just one My vicious tongue cradles just one My vicious tongue cradles just one My vicious tongue cradles just one But ... chew on this, Prof. ... I know what the mystery species actually is !
And it's not a woodpecker or a Nuthatch. so there.
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