SCRAPS FROM THE RAIN BARREL
some stuff from the e-mail correspondence put-up around getting the Cloudburst Council to happen.
from e-mails October 26 to November 2, 2012.
some Cloudburst music
Cloudburst is found in breaking through as energy pattern
One in Rushville had Stephen and I driving around looking at ditches
twenty-five year event, hundred year-event, thousand year-event (forgetabout it)
Next day in a cloudburst for over one-hundred miles
driving east, almost no visibility slow down then clear sky to full highway speed
couldn't outdrive the cloudburst
right with me all the way.
Back in cloudburst fury. Our paths converged.
In one spot a deluge washes over gone and clear
Cloudburst moves, huge weather patterns move
Cloudburst a rip in the water-filled clouds
carried across continents, bigger than countries
Other idea for Cloudburst is to hold a trade fair. We are talking about 30 people. Not just poetry books but all kinds of things.
Had a good talk with Ken Warren about the economics of poetry, studying Ezra Pound, Stephen Lewandowski on gift economies.
Best, Bird (Alan Casline)
(sent October 27, 2011)
(sent October 27, 2011)
In Time of Cloudburst
by Robert Frost
Let the downpour roil and toil!
The worst it can do to me
Is carry some garden soil
A little nearer the sea.
The worst it can do to me
Is carry some garden soil
A little nearer the sea.
'Tis the world old way of the rain
When it comes to a mountain farm
To exact for a present gain
A little of future harm.
When it comes to a mountain farm
To exact for a present gain
A little of future harm.
And the harm is none too sure.
For when all that was rotted rich
Shall be in the end scoured poor,
When my garden has gone down ditch,
For when all that was rotted rich
Shall be in the end scoured poor,
When my garden has gone down ditch,
Some force has but to apply,
And summits shall be immersed,
The bottom of seas raised dry,
The slope of the earth reversed.
And summits shall be immersed,
The bottom of seas raised dry,
The slope of the earth reversed.
Then all I need do is run
To the other end of the slope
And on tracts laid new to the sun
Begin all over to hope.
To the other end of the slope
And on tracts laid new to the sun
Begin all over to hope.
Some worn old tool of my own
Will be turned up by the plow,
The wood of it changed to stone,
But as ready to wield as now.
Will be turned up by the plow,
The wood of it changed to stone,
But as ready to wield as now.
May my application so close
To the endless repetition
Never make me tired and morose
And resentful of man's condition
(sent 11/1/2011)
To the endless repetition
Never make me tired and morose
And resentful of man's condition
(sent 11/1/2011)
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