Word put
upon word,
drooped
Robert Creeley said,
or almost said.
What Creeley said
in his poem “The House”
was:
Mud put
upon mud,
lifted
Mud is better
than Word,
but drooped is good.
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It is interesting how one verse will sail across the seas with a wind at heel, whilst another drowns like a stone into a black hole.
I guess each style has beauty with the latter serving a purpose in time of reflection.
Either way, packing the mud will always count for nought should the mud be made watery.B
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Thx, B. Not sure if this one sailed or drowned…
But here is the complete poem by Robert Creeley.
I thought you might like it, given your interest
in architecture, arrangement, building:
The House
for Louis Zukofsky
Mud put
upon mud,
lifted
to make room,
house
a cave,
and colder
night.
To sleep
in, live in,
to come in
from the heat,
all form derived
from kind,
built
with that in mind.
by Robert Creeley
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