The Son Master
By Peter Seaton
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The Son Master - Peter Seaton
THE SON MASTER
Peter Seaton
ROOF
Copyright © 1982 by Peter Seaton
Back cover copyright © 1982 by Peter Seaton
Thanks to James Sherry, Diane Ward, S.B. Laufer, Charles Bernstein, and to the National Endowment for the Arts for a Creative Writing Fellowship.
ISBN 0-937804-10-X
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Contents
The Son Master
The Son Master
I saw John writing the metaphysical poets today. It’s an up to date way to read, so it consists less of the terminal part than the sound of a voice over the long haul gauge, the trial of sensation and dissection, counting the pages in rhyme so that the metaphysical names of the poets become possessed of a key to divided work as the blood in her veins through her knee. To keep this I can’t have any pre-existing conditions. So I give them up in exchange for peace of mind. For my right hand, Charles Ives. For the rest of my life, Wallace Stevens. Walt Whitman and the men in his life for the men in my life.
When I speak among things assuming composure out of its things I pronounce it the stillness which surrounds things, for the earliest image of the thing out of this experience of men, of animal and human something space, as a portion of things is something appeared to your things which you always had with you.
In a position this image believes possible, a thing you allow yourself to be surprised by, in the legends, to be whatever you want, familiar with thousands of things.
You can create a thing or a child, leading a flame into events and among people and the thing which comes appearing in mysterious hands of a man is like an intermediary, everything you still have of formed things of conditions come to achieve the ability, a strange experience aligning the sphere of the sea or the seafloor to see and space into the page, the wording of spoken dates and places (s-space) (space) as property on the mountain and the river in pages inclined to think here is a photograph indistinctly the ultimate development of work from the last ten years at the end of the sixties.
Experimentally early, today or tomorrow, waiting and waiting and walking like walking dipped in, inventing the proximity of oceans and other things, the image of stone things were stones that slept, and placed stones that seem something stored to a child spread the same with the penetrating exposition in it, to hear or bear anything were just this still lingering one of every kind.
I know, the surrounding world, set into the head of the man with the form of the young man called the age of the man who sought bodies. As if it were that which gets by among the groups and figures you desire. You can accompany them all as if to describe them, great works with words. These figures, full of significance, as if these figures, the stone, like many of the figures, give the impression of being of their movements, the wonderful relationships of power, to be the matter through its body into space to the depths of a rock like an animal somewhere in the environment of its proportions.
Living in the collection of place and impulse proceeding from a legend, her knees her hair, transformed through the curve of her back to her face to the nameless language losing itself in stone, the hands like hands conditioned by illusion fulfillment and this action of forgetting the group called the representation of a man, the touch these pages could outline of a woman which does not stay bound to the interpretation of the revelation of your personality.
These days, such as the stone to mind or the head or the mask of the head freed to the life of the stone thought clarity lifting surfaces and their relationship to the atmosphere and figures from sleep, confidence in contours enclosed in the single vibrating burden of a copy of the request of the hand like verse it’s all of, her limbs each small part of this body like will these poems allow.
The present senses lines cling to, the pen beside the poem, verse forcing the body to fill the world and be a form lines appear like, a thing enclosing bodies explores. He rolls out slightly. This enables him to see the field of play. If he stands back in a pocket defensive giants blot out the sunlight and he concentrates to separate a graduated transition seething with the face of an element.
This was in the hearts to brains—at the entrance is the man whose eyes had the world out of this tower for this monument to have peopled it. This man desires to be made a tower