Whats on First
There is finally, a tenderness to LuLu that is making itself known. Where LuLu is, I think, very human, the faults, the incantations, the animation, sometime shocking behavior - that the narrator cajoles out of her, the char and the narrator zig zag as first and third, as same and separate, narrator slips into char and out again, mocks, and is sweet on.
I think, and correct me if I am wrong, Beckett allowed himself to get sweet on his characters, giving readers a way into what tenderness lies in his fascinations, as well as the horror that circled there.
Is my book, a horror story. It steals a bit of that from Poe’s hysteric, I think. Poe’s voice was at a particular historical edge, like Mary Shelleys, and Dickens could go there too.
Where horror comes up out of the ordinary. But I don’t think of it as a horror story, the same way I used to!
And I wonder if it is because I finally was able to find affection for my “creation.”
Yeats helped
Meanwhile am having a blast reading the collected Yeats,
Now I am going to have go out and get a Bio on him. So I can get a tinkering for when each of his poetry books came out…
Hmm. there is an autobiography:
A Critical Biography:
A book about All Their Dads! This looks interesting… By Tolbin.
Here is one from Maddox. Well known for her Irish Bios/
RICHARD ELLMAN!
All on their way —
Caged in his tenderness
He engages with traditional implication of spirits caged in the tenderness and vileness of being, at least as far as I can tell, where I am up to in his poems.
He does cover some of the same territory as Beckett, but from inside that treasure.
Am now up to Yeats fourth book of poems in the collection.
And I am finding his input, especially helpful, in the way he can wind his way around whatever poetic form he is getting in at — forms that he is letting himself be invoked by, and yet, without actually giving anything away.
What do I mean by that. Its personal addressing the eternal, speaks to it and through it, simultaneously.
I mean, all his poetry, comes from the personal, however much, as well, he folds in the world as he knew it, he engages with the form whose heart is on display, and it comes through as a wondrous sense of druidic sensibility for poetic usage and language, where first person and the riders of storm, druidic spiritual imagos - come through it, swimming together, kind of like what I am off to be after with my first and third. She wonders out loud…
But of course, we are of a different era.