RonPrice
Mr. RonPrice
The history of the poetry written by Babis and Baha’is from the earliest years of the Bab’s and Baha’u’llah’s Revelations to the end of the life of Shoghi Effendi in 1957, some 113 years of continuous divine guidance, is largely a study in the adaptation of the individual poetic consciousness and the tradition within which that consciousness had grown and been nurtured to entirely new conditions. For the world in our time has been transformed, revolutionized.
The story is interesting and varied, puzzling and enigmatic, tragic and sad, has acquired instruments of redemption and a basis for an exquisite celebratory joy. It possesses epic qualities, sociological and psychological dimensions and, when the poetry is not of great literary merit, as is often the case including much of the poetry that I write myself, that poetry enjoys a historical significance that has yet to be appreciated and understood. This is partly due to the fact that “the appreciation of belles lettres, literature as art, has become almost totally alien in our society.”-Ron Price with thanks to John Hatcher, The Ocean of His Words, Wilmette, 1997, p.xiv.
Yes, things have fallen apart, W.B.,
and we try to put them together and
discover the pearls of wisdom that lie
in this new ocean, as the Phoenix-like
birth of a new world blows in on this
tempest that takes our breath away.
We eat our hamburgs and chips and
dream of a world not-yet born with
scarcely refined artistic sensibilities
in our death-bed/childbed age and
our reticent resistance to the complex
art that is this new, wondrous Revelation.
Ron Price
4 March 2007
The story is interesting and varied, puzzling and enigmatic, tragic and sad, has acquired instruments of redemption and a basis for an exquisite celebratory joy. It possesses epic qualities, sociological and psychological dimensions and, when the poetry is not of great literary merit, as is often the case including much of the poetry that I write myself, that poetry enjoys a historical significance that has yet to be appreciated and understood. This is partly due to the fact that “the appreciation of belles lettres, literature as art, has become almost totally alien in our society.”-Ron Price with thanks to John Hatcher, The Ocean of His Words, Wilmette, 1997, p.xiv.
Yes, things have fallen apart, W.B.,
and we try to put them together and
discover the pearls of wisdom that lie
in this new ocean, as the Phoenix-like
birth of a new world blows in on this
tempest that takes our breath away.
We eat our hamburgs and chips and
dream of a world not-yet born with
scarcely refined artistic sensibilities
in our death-bed/childbed age and
our reticent resistance to the complex
art that is this new, wondrous Revelation.
Ron Price
4 March 2007