His poems have hung in my mind like slowly rotating crystals since my time in Capetown, with their indelible images and unforgettable similes, and that’s a long time now. Perhaps because he’s dead now, and because others are being more feted currently, I’m mildly and strangely defensive about his inclusion here, but his work still resonates strongly and clearly at every encounter,and that’s the pudding proved.
Im reading the Letters at the moment, a huge collection that begins in the late forties and covers his entire working life, and Im ..well, steeped. What I love about him, and love is the word, is his multi-directional generosity , particularly towards other writers , as well as his folio of unusual and unshakeably unfashionable enthusiasms, (shamanism, astrology, monarchy ).
The poetry seems to me to come out of the place where his acute,unsentimental,positively religious appreciation of the natural world and his own similarly vivid interior life overlap ,his vesica piscis .
Hit me, Ted, with yr rhythm stick .. www.earth-moon.org