You try to lead them out with the halter of the word like , but even with the tiniest stitches, the most delicate intracerebral loops there's no lassoing them. O shadowy trout of consciousness, surely the first link in the long chain that delivers us is made of more than ink. And surely we must honor those whose calling is to translate these preverbal and subliminal shimmerings into ink. Further, she would satisfy his demand for a Blakean dialectic. The contraries are everywhere.
Many poems wonderfully enact the tensions between objective time and space and subjective.
On this frontier we encounter a new renaissance of wonder. The deep structure of these poems, their style in the profoundest sense, is richly baroque. Time and space, being and becoming wrestle endlessly. Against this image of static silence Goedicke opposes the wild energy of process. Explosion is both her word and Jarrell's.