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On Thursday, May 30, 2019 at 3:35:22 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Thursday, May 30, 2019 at 3:11:30 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
> > On Thursday, May 30, 2019 at 2:06:15 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, May 29, 2019 at 11:31:42 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, October 13, 2016 at 2:10:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > "Twisted Trinity" poem by Carson McCullers
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> > > > > Reading a good book tonight on local girl who did well, Carson McCullers. This one is slightly special in that there is a chapter on her poetry... Taking notes on that and it should make for a good read, hopefully. 
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> > > > > More on this later as I'm taking in the four poems that are focused on in this chapter, the first being "Twisted Trinity", written in 1941 when Carson had returned home to Columbus Georgia, burned out from psychic stress, and filing for divorce, she was down in the primitive Deep South, he home town, renewing what she called her "shattered equilibrium", while comparing her journey into the south as comparable to her friend Annemarie Schwarzenbach's journey through Africa. Way down in Columbus, Georgia in late 1941, McCullers wrote that she was balancing her poetic and prosaic strands. It was in this setting that she wrote the poem "Twisted Trinity":
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> > > > > http://www.nzz.ch/articleCT58W-1.154639
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> > > > > The Twisted Trinity 
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> > > > > There was a time when stone was stone When a face on the street was a finished face And a leaf, my soul and God alone Made instant symmetry.
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> > > > > Now all things fail, the trinity is twisted. Stone is not stone. And faces like the fractioned characters In dreams are incomplete. 
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> > > > > Until in the child's unfinished face I recognize Your sudden eyes. The soldier climbs the evening stair leaving Your shadow. 
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> > > > > And to the delicate autumn hill and the slant star The exiled intellect must add a new dimension: Something of you.
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> > > > > -Carson McCullers
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> > > > > In November 1941, Carson McCullers published this poem in the exile magazine "Decision," published by Klaus Mann, which Annemarie Schwarzenbach read in Africa a few weeks later and enjoyed. Annemarie Schwarzenbach translated this poem to German and alos wrote an answer, OB Poem for it. The point of the poem was a trinity of Self - Nature and God. An "instant symmetry", she called it. 
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> > > > > "...I have you in mind, there, in the winter air of the little town in Georgia that I know - and I am so happy to know that you are working, writing, living alone, fully embedded in your loneliness. Your poem 'The Twisted Trinity' could be the motto of my book, for it starts with a man who is looking at a tree and is looking for the momentary symmetry between the tree, his soul and God's silence...", Annemarie wrote Carson, from Africa. "Annemarie Schwarzenbach died on November 15th 1942 after a bicycle accident in Sils. Her literary works were not discovered until 1987, almost 50 years after her death..."
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> > > > > Later, David Diamond set the poem to music, and still later, in 1947, Carson McCullers published a re-write of the poem called "Stone Is Not Stone", much ore a of downer, the subject being more about her husband being gone. She said that there had been a time in her life when "stone was stone,". Yet in "the child's unfinished face," the poet could recognize "sudden eyes".
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> > > > > Next poem I'll be exploring is Carson McCullers' poem "The Mortgaged Heart", which has been said to be her most well crafted poem. The theme is the "mortgage". A lover holds on to her heart, even after death, yet this is seen as a positive, "good" thing.
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> > > > Outstanding and of great significance.............
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> > > > I raise my glass of whiskey to the great Carson McCullers...........
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> > > Must be some damn rank whiskey 
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> > Old Crow and it was not so bad at all....................
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> Old Crow is much too good 

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