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First Post To Discussion Forum: James Joyce
Sep 15 2008, 1:05 AM EDT
I find, as I go about with the intention, the pleasure and the task of writing prose and poetry, that I simultaneously belong to several world’s. They mesh, these worlds, with little effort on my part. They seem to be a natural bi-product of the process, of putting pen to paper as we used to say. But what one writes and how is these several worlds: little ones and big ones, the micros and the macros, the knowns and the unknowns, physical realities and spiritual realities, history and the future, man and society, mineral and animal, comfort and discomfort—and on and on I could go listing the many polarities or dichotomous worlds where I simultaneously, and in some dynamic, mysterious and complex synchronization exist and where I also ponder—depends on a host of factors.
I could describe the parts of each of these dual-worlds, but such an exercise would require that I not be brief. I want be by brief here and just mention these several coexisting worlds in order to emphasize other aspects of the writing process that engage me. I have listed these dualisms, these above dichotomies within which my writing takes place, but my focus in this brief two-page prose-poem is on that function of writing which enables me to get outside myself on the one hand and which helps me to deal with the clash of differing opinions in a tone of lively sensible conversation, in a manner of the rapid flow of complexity and in a mode of ease, forc-Ron Price with thanks to James Joyce A Student’s Guide, Matthew Hodgart, Routledge and Kegan Paul, London, 1978, p.11.
Joyce felt so unappreciated that
he felt compelled to leave Ireland.
Being unappreciated concerns me
not, now, in the evening of my life
with a successful teaching career
behind me, with the internet giving
me a setting for more teaching and
learning than I have ever done and
where I can take the products of my
heated brain & post them.
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