Thanks to Ian Brinton for his splendid review of ‘broken stories’ on the Tears in the Fence site.
As the Bishop orders his tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church in Robert Browning’s poem from Men and Women he mutters to those who stand around his bed:
“Swift as a weaver’s shuttle fleet our years”
And as if echoing down the years we read Reuben Woolley’s short poem, ‘weft’ which opens with the words
to bring this crazy
The word “crazy” is of Norse origin meaning crackle and suggests flawed, damaged, or, as Dickens used the term in 1844, “The court is full of crazy coaches” with a sense of travel that was unsound. In the tightly-bound lines of Reuben Woolley’s poems there is a desire to place order upon those shifts of Time which defy the storyteller’s art and neatness: these are ‘broken stories’.
In ‘weft’ dark unthreads every angle:
“is no next line
forms crumble & this
The fabric which…
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