John Dunn
John Dunn original writing
The trap into which Edward Thomas deliberately lulled his readers. That is what this short extract from my earlier work on Thomas* highlights; and still many readers warm to Thomas the nature poet and thus share in the idiocy he was seeking to expose. the ‘woodman’s cot’ in Interval, which ‘hunches soft / Under storm’s wing’ and ‘has no care’; the ‘La - la - la!’ of The Unknown Bird; the ‘fraction’ of himself which seems to float ‘through the window’ to find Beauty, in the poem of that name, ‘Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale’; the ‘kind of bliss’ that lays ‘spiritualized… / In the perpetual yesterday’ of Parting; the contentment of the drunkard in Head and Bottle who ‘neither sees, nor hears, nor smells, nor thinks’; or in July, Thomas’s response to the ‘Long hours since dawn…’ of a summer’s day which ‘Brims my mind with content thus still to lie’.© John Dunn. *A Bleak by Honest Resolution: a personal reading of the poetry of Edward Thomas, 2006. Previous excerpts collected here. |
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Just a thought: Nietzsche confronted demons that are ages old, ‘the struggle between good and evil’ that is ‘the essential wheel in the working of things’. And he proclaimed the superman as the end goal of man’s internal struggle. In an act of ‘self-overcoming’, we must turn our animal instincts for cruelty against the creature in us, the animal soul. John Dunn, Child of Encounter |
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