Life keeps hurtling forward, bursting forth. It’s spring in California, the jasmine’s come in and the streaky roses. It’s been raining hard all morning; just now it stopped abruptly. Lyn writes in My Life, “she observed that detail minutely, as if it were botanical. As if words could unite an ardent intellect with the external material world.” This is Lyn, vitally observing, drawing it all into relation, the mind and the world, botanical, passionate. Making words hold life, making words as life. “Such that art is inseparable from the search for reality,” she writes.
'The Genealogy of Robert Grenier’s Drawing Poems' by Albert Gelpi
Imprint vol. 23 no. 1 (Fall 2004)
Published by The Associates of the Stanford University Libraries
republished with permission from the author and Stanford
pdf