'Endlessly reversed entropy' - since the Big Bang the universe has and still is expanding. Our galaxy is travelling at 1 million miles per hour towards Andromeda even though I sit here writing this remaining perfectly still in my own frame of inertia which is my study. The theory is that at some point the universe will slow down and begin toatrophy into a minute and unimaginably dense speck of everything at which point it kicks it off again with another Big Bang. Yes, I know, that's not very satisfactory but it does remove the need for a first cause and purpose outside time.
It seems to me Mike that with all this powerful insight on display in your correspondence your poetry should also be aimed towards expressing your ideas on existence. You have a fine talent for words
and I just feel you're squandering it on subjects like the 9/11 trilogy which doesn't advance the reader's experience in any meaningful way. You clearly have given the nature of existence a lot of thought unlike most poets I read. What you write is perhaps more important than how you write. I find most poets have nothing to say which matters. One doesn't want to be too didactic but I always like to come away from a poem feeling that my experience of life has been advanced in some way.
cloud. I've studied all the world's religions and read their scriptures. I even once made an in depth study of the New Testament following Streeter's analysis to end up with the original Q Gospel from which the other four seem to be derived.
I am neither atheistic nor agnostic - I try to steer clear of inhibiting labels. I trust my received sense data because I have no choice and because experience shows me that it is fairly reliable. I vehemently distrust the idea of faith in anything else and particularly as a religious concept. What
my poetry is now attempting to do it test the efficacy of mystery since it seems to me that is all I have. In other words to what good end can I live with mystery. On the other hand empiricism, especially
in my later years, suggests that something else is certainly going on. Events in recent years which have profoundly affected the way I lead my life at a practical level have out-manoeuvred the intrinsic
appropriateness of applying the concept of coincidence.
I now I really must get on with my portrait of Shelley for the poster. There was only one portrait of Shelley ever painted in his lifetime and that was unfinished. The artist thought it to be such a bad
likeness that she attempted to burn it. Yet it's the only one we have. I'm attempting to paint him in less stylised and less effeminate way with the touch of grey hair he developed while still in his 20's.