Your post made me reflect for days, and now I view actresses on stage or a woman writer’s room - with a poignant sense of vindication. Including yr room too. That's what leaves me with a slight "lump in the throat"... Though the tragedy of the omnibuses running over those graves remains a tragedy x

My main point wasn’t about using tech devices though - it’s that all the perished talents have been avenged by winning freedom for themselves. And those who once destroyed talent have all been disgraced by history...

Ah, what if Judith got a job as a cleaner at DLane, sneaking into a back room to hide from security after hours, and secretly recorded her monologues/singing on the empty stage at night? :) She then accidentally leaves her phone; it gets picked up by smn from troupe & they ask her to join rehearsals

I like to think that this girl has in some way been avenged. Not only her, the fictional sister of Shax, but many women of that time. Today a young wm can - if not make it onto the Drury Lane stage - find countl opportunities, or simply become a YouTuber with an iPhone - one-person theatre online :)

How lovely and generous of you to let me choose x
I want them both, and the short one first please, while the longer version is still in process

Would it be too cheeky to ask you to let me read your "boobs" paper? I still hope to reach your January "clitoris"-post - got several replies drafted for it that I keep putting off... So maybe it would make more sense to begin with "boobs"🥛🍼 and then move on to "clit"🌹🌺?
:)

I suppose I’m not a poet :) Never been called a poet, don’t see myself as one, don’t write verse and probably never will. Anyone want to call me that? :)

Ah, congratulations, Beci, I’m glad to hear it 🤗

I felt I had to say that the expressiveness in your Freedom talk in Atlanta made it feel like reciting a poem.
"when the "I" in them has ceased to mean the author
and when the urgent meanings in them
can be allowed to recede into the dark"

Working bees are crazy about hexagons
Poet bees are obsessed with hexameter :)
x

Beekeeper's delight is honey oozing from six-sided honeycombs :) 🐝🍯

Or simply lying under it on June 6th for nearly six hours with six favourite books and a picnic basket of food and drinks :)

Running at 6 am on day 6 of week 6 around the Shax Oak on Primrose Hill: 6 laps clockwise, then 6 anti-clockwise :)

In an absurd dream about you, not everything was absurd – like the number 6, for one. That’s why I'm now especially watchful about Pavarotti being given goat's milk six times a day :)

"In case you're interested"
(Yes, I am… And I'd quite like to know the names of the other 'singers' too)

I'm glad it is so ❤️

9 is a kind of "the last line" in the decimal system; this is the last single digit, then the system “overflows” and 10 starts a new cycle (10 to 19)
"It is as though a new life starts and retains its potential despite
having nowhere in the text to grow" (Beci Carver)

By the way, it has a bit of 'magic' as 54 made from six nines (6x9)
It itself contains 9 (5+4) and various arithmetic operations with it will always end up with 9 too :)
54 − 9 = 45 (9)
54 + 9 = 63 (9)
54 × 2 = 108 (9)
45 + 63= 108 (...haha)

Forgive my superficial dilettante’s excitement, but I’m delighted that many names in Notes are no longer strangers to me, and now - thanks to point 9, Frank O’Hara as well (that sounds like 'a swell' in Raworth's Ground Swell), and that 54 points in Notes match the 54 sections in the Meditations x

P.s. Modern science’s 'shame' on the idea that Eros-Chaos is matter’s fundamental principle resembles RCrusoe’s case: a teen's impulse drove him from home ('dumbness drive'), but shame stopped him returning while he still could, leaving him 28 years alone on the island with the rejected Eros

Btw, KS have the 'Refuted Eros' poem. Seems it's a dedensical monologue of a tiny string itself from 11th dimension (the place where strings 'live') - 'runny and slurred' syntax that 'flinches' and 'spunks zeroes', - that saw the catastrophe. 'Love is echo / recedes from nowhere' 8/8

"I'd sex w a piece of elastic" could thus be read as a mask of provoc concealing a profound report on interacting with the primary chaos. I saw the word 'elastic' rather freq in his verses but don't hav Meditations and didn't read the 'piece of elastic' one. Wd love to read to probe my thought 7/

KS: "And I really do want to fuck more hard, just as the dream dictates, when you wake, each elastic thrust to bury love in no tomorrow. Our lips merged, sunburned arm and back, brilliant the taste of salt gag twist and stare up at the water surface elastic in the chaos of sunlight" 6/

It's not mere shyness, it's the *shame* - the reason natural sci bracketed all of it out of their equations. Their strings simply are. Whereas the strings of dedense...they sing. Or they moan. By discarding Eros-Chaos, sci fails to grasp the *desire* of the strings to oscillate in the first place 5/

Western nat sci has excised the human with its Eros-Chaos from the picture, so it is left with merely ‘strings’ that ‘somehow’ oscillate - described the instrument, but lost the musician; mapped the web, yet deny the spider and its impulse to weave - that erotic charge, that tension of ‘dedense’ 4/

a tiny room can sound identical to a very slack string in a vast cathedral, but in math sense. It's the highest form of elasticity - to change radically, yet remain the same. It's like in poetry: a tight sonnet and a spacious epic poem can resonate in reader the same high emotions 3/

Their main property is not to be - to vibrate. Different vibrations give rise to diff particles - photons, quarks, and so on. And its fundam constant is *string tension*; the varying ‘stiffness’ of a string gives rise to different modes of excitation. Then there is T-duality - same taut string in 2/

I once again recalled string theory that you mb remember we touched on as anoth case of aperiod. ST - the very cutting edge of sci in its attempt to explain reality - has run headlong into the same metaphors of ‘strings’ and ‘tension’. Crucially, the strings in ST are fundamentl elastic objects 1/

I’ve left these eight paragraphs unchanged (the 7th still has the request for 'sex with elastic'). I get the anti-capitalist vibe of KS, but if - like Yeats (&P.Shelley & H.Spencer) reckoned - ideas live in the “world soul” the way plants live in a garden, then these are my awkward meditations on KS

Different-sized legs of an Andromedian crew member - tried to mimic a human, but soon realized he failed and ejected the slippers

Warmest melting January yet 🧡☀️

Dunno if this was really an inspiration for Nolan, but the parallels with the bio of Sylvia Plath, who lost her father, I think, at age 9 (Murph in the film is about 12yrs old) and until the end of her life saw him as a betrayer who left her a one-way "black phone", seem quite clear to me