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Dear Cid,
…Wd say here, immediately, that you have hit a real thing
in yr note there on form, ‘form that discovers itself…’ This is a
real big statement, tho in its present form, it wd slip by most
readers. Well, by way of my own belief that form IS the extension
of content, that the materials of poetry or of prose (materials: the
externals, the phenomena outside of the given man, around him,
OBJECTS) are that which the content IN the man uses to declare
itself —that this declaration, this COMING OUT by means of the
materials, MAKES the form —so it might go, that being my own
thought as to HOW form discovers itself (still there in ‘generals’),
though I only put it here to give one instance of its possible
stimulus, not to say you have to eat it, etc. “CONTENT” —
BEYOND the externals, beyond, then, the sentimentalities of the
fight against ‘science’, against societal forces. SURE. Crazy.
Each man, the fighter of & for his OWN present, the pushing out,
complete, of that essence: CONTENT. The use, USE, by any
means whatever, anything that will work, of MATERIALS (sky man
horse, steel iron coal, potato onion carrot, H20 analysis fission)
MATERIAL (OBJECT), to make known, to DECLARE: CONTENT.
Fused, driven thru, beaten, hammered, fired: FUSED — is FORM,
is the FORM. No ‘patterns’, nothing but what is SO MADE…
