…this one was done:
This pair was begun, as often is the case (thought not always) with the sonnet itself. I jotted down 14 random words in a Petrarchan rhymescheme. These proceeded down the page, or screen, rather, on the right side. Then I read over our exchange, saw my subject, and then filled in all the other 120 syllables. Once I had 140 total, well, then I knew I was done! Continue reading
…I began to despair. But not due to the subject matter therein contained.
No.
It was something about the manner in which I must remain at electronic arm’s length from those to whom I have grown electronically close.
Closeness and separation are not only relative in this strange world of ours, but now have become virtualised as well. How far is one blog entry from another? How far is a comment from a post?
How far?
…left me the most beautiful thing on my Xerex sequence. I really thought it the fitting and most perfect end and answer to the thing. So beautiful. So now the sequence has seven sonnets. It sounds to me together like wedding bells and wedding vows and honeymoons and love everlasting.
And … what am I to do now with the order of things. Should I move the whole Xerex sequence–all seven brothers–up to the front to be with its sister? Something along those lines will have to be done, I think.
…to navigate from oldest to newest, I think I shall have to reverse all my sequences back to the way they were before. It makes more sense to change it back, so now I’ve made even more work for myself!
Later is now, I suppose. The story goes this way:
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…a wonderful idea! She mentioned that people hadn’t been looking very far back in time on the site. She thought that was a shame. That made me think along these lines:
“Well…” I thought to myself, “The site really is like a long book of verse isn’t it?”
“So,” I continued to think to myself, “Why not make it easier for someone to move through the work from the beginning?” Continue reading
…as I found out this morning. I had forgotten to give its default title of “Sonnet” and so I noticed. “Oh my there is a post called ‘1914.” I don’t recall making that one! I wonder what it is?!?!?!?”
So I decided that since it named itself, I’d honor its choice of name. So… “Sonnet: 1914” it is!!!
I think now, that I would like it very much if my sweetheart were to suggest names for some of these unnamed sonnets that I might add in. And perhaps I’ll ask some of you to suggest some? That might be fun!
I have long thought that something happened to art–not just poetry, but all art–somewhere between the late 1890s to 1920. Continue reading
David Emeron: Sonnets 