Tuesday, January 10, 2023

Mary Ruefle


 


SHORT LECTURE ON POETRY BY VAN MORRISON

It’s quite simple: all you have to do is rave. Rave on. Pass dead bodies over your head; you are, after all, in the pit of life. Rave, raved, raving, raves: to speak wildly, irrationally, or incoherently; to roar, rage. (Please keep in mind the short lecture you have just heard on prayer; sometimes the lower register accomplishes what the higher register seeks to accomplish.) To speak with wild enthusiasm; to utter in a frenzied manner; to talk wildly as in a delirium of water, wind, storm; to make a wild and furious sound, to rage, to utter as if in madness, like King Lear; an act of appraisal, a review of something such as a play, which, according to Plato and Shakespeare, is a life.

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