Sunday, July 30, 2006
An Interpretation of 'Unbalanced'
Poets laboured for many years, fretted over every
word and any possible interpretation, surface
meanings, carefully woven sub-text, the nuances
of rhythm, the impact of a pause. They carefully
wrote out their ideas using long hand and there
were countless drafts before editors and word
processors took over, the offset litho rolled and
slim volumes found their chosen places on the
crowded shelves of fine municipal libraries.
A pilot pressed a button and in a single flash,
whole cities of words disintegrated into ash.
Last night we attended a re-union of activists from the 1980's. It was good to see so many still angry and going strong. So, I'm in a good mood and some self mockery is in order.