Laura (Riding) Jackson, renounced poetry in mid-life because it hampered the way to something 'further' in language. Divided into 62 numbered sections, this book stands central to her work. It articulates that language needs to be precise and unambiguous, and that human fulfilment should be attainable through truth-speaking.
Laura Riding Jackson will never be easy. And I would not wish her to be.
The Telling is a treatise to be read yearly or better yet over and over--one numbered paragraph at a time--like a daily. The words allowed to sink into Self where they can be understood--where truth sees truth.
It is a shame of no small proportion that in this day and age when truth is under constant attack that a work such as this is out of print.
Find yourself a used copy; mine is from a library in Wales (do I mourn that that library no longer carries it, yes). And don't be surprised to find you get chills, laugh, nod knowingly while reading her words. But the real lesson, the real work, is to write, say, discover ones own telling.
I will try it again sometime. But after the first two readings, it comes across as a trite (not irrelevant) point that got overdressed in an age of bad philosophical jargon.