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she seems a fascinating woman, edith sitwell.

i just finished reading

taken care of: the autobiography of edith sitwell

little augury has some brilliant posts on her

(and from which many of these images come).

::the peacock::

there was a peacock in the grounds of their estate, renishaw,

who was edith's best friend for a while growing up:

"he would wait for me until i left my mother's room, then,

with another harsh shriek would fly down into the large gardens.

we walked around these, with my arm around his lovely neck,

that shone like tears in a dark forest.

if it had not been for his crown, which made him slightly taller than me,

we should have been of the same height...this romance lasted for months.

then my father bought Peaky a wife
(in my eyes a most dull and insignificant bird)

and he discarded my companionship."

::on poetry::

i often think i should be reading poetry,

but i never really do.

this autobiography by edith sitwell

did not make me admire her poetry altogether,

but she gives illuminating insight

into how poetry is made,

rythym, tempo, dissonance and assonance.

she used synaesthesia or sense transference quite a lot in her poems:

"(because) the language of one sense was
insufficient to cover the meaning,

the sensation, I used the language of another,

and by this means attempted to pierce down to the essence

of the thing seen, by discovering in it attributes which at

first sight appear alien, but which are acutely related"

Some that I liked:

"Each dull blunt wooden stalactite

Of rain creaks, hardened by the light."

and these two are nice:

"Walk by the shore of the wan grassy sea,

Talking once more 'neath a swan-bosomed tree."

(according to Edith, there was "a great trouble with the critics"

about those lines...her words in response:

"'A wan grassy sea'? Is not the sea often the colour of summer grass?

'A swan bosomed tree'. Has nobody seen a tree covered with snow?")

::on eccentricity::

"eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe,

a form of madness. it is often a kind of innocent pride,

and the man of genius and the aristocrat

are frequently regarded as eccentrics because

genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of

and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd."

she also has very good words to say about him,

which i am always all for.