
A new series of paintings, Paumanok Reeds.
It was one of those evenings waking up knowing something in my sleep. I searched my old poems for reeds and they were there from the beginning. The first reeds were painted at a lagoon on the west coast of California in 1983. I found them again painting on Long Island in the 1990's.
I was surprised they had ceased in recent poetry.
They have resurfaced in a new poem from 2009 yet unnamed.
There is an idea, that Moses was born in the reads, (sic), it was the arthur, (sic), again-- author of the story, going back into the reeds dreaming the story of the hero.
I recently found in the W C Williams poem, Paterson a " Baby, new born! among the words"
Then these Dylan lyrics, "I was lying down in the reeds without any oxygen".
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