Mind Poem by gershon hepner

Mind



MIND


Mind,
when permeated by the mysteries of feeling,
the basement of the mind that is the feelings’ ceiling,
can only prosper since it is a Caliban
that challenges man’s chivalry towards man-
kind.


Philip Roth (“Re-reading Saul Bellow: A novelist’s notes on half a century of achievement, ” The New Yorker, October 9,2000) writes:

I read Bellow’s liberty-taking prose as the syntactical manifestation of Augie’s large, robust ego, that attentive ego roving and evolving, always in motion, alternatively mastered by the force of others and escaping from it. There are sentences in the book whose effervescence, whose undercurrent of buoyancy leave one with the sense of so much going on, a theatrical, exhibitionistic, ardent prose tangle that lets in the dynamism of living without driving mentalness out. This voice no longer encountering resistance is permeated by mind while connected also to the mystery of feeling. It’s a voice unbridled and intelligent both, going at full force and yet always sharp enough to sensibly size things up.

© 2000 Gershon Hepner 10/7/00

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