Light. Now the open field falls across the
by J. R. Q. MacPrune
river. Only now. And I see the
memory fully. Thy youth’s now,
so gazed on proud.
These notes have been devised both to aid the literary critic and the common reader. I present them in hope that they might prove testament to MacPrune’s memory and illuminate this, his greatest work.
The poem is a psalm to his native Scotland, a country he once described as "a lump of rock somewhere near Oxford," but here MacPrune acknowledges the influence of his Scottish origins – "Scotland was my birthplace, and each poetic word or event relates to my birth. For instance, this battered cod I am eating now is the poem, not only the words on the page." MacPrune left Scotland for New York City, aged 2.
Further reading – Bovine Pastoral (Jim Carruth), "East Coker" (T.S. Eliot) L14-15, Greatest Hits (Prof. Jack Ishbry), Sonnet No. 2 (Shakespeare) L3, A Social History of Mountain Dairy Farming on Small Islands (Brnozny) pp. 36-968.
J. R. Q. MacPrune died on an unspecified date last year. Only his thumb has been recovered. Some reports suggest that the rest of his body has risen from the dead and is teaching English literature in a secondary school on an unnamed Hebridean island.
Rob Mackenzie may have had a hand in this.
Surroundings – http://robmack.blogspot.com