5.23.2018

rockstar poet

There are about one-hundred rockstar poets. Rockstars in the sense that they could command a good paycheck for a reading at a university auditorium or local arts center; not in the sense that they could fill even the lower tier in a small civic arena.

5.22.2018

figure a poem makes

The poem assumed a steady unshakeable stance on the page.

5.20.2018

density and sparkle

Without discussing the merits or demerits of Fires, I would like to say that the almost excessive expressionism of these poems still seems to me to be of a form of natural and needed confession, a legitimate effort to portray the full complexity and passion of an emotion. This tendency, persisting and reemerging at all times in literature, in spite of wise puristic or classical restrictions, stubbornly, maybe nightmarishly, tries to create an entirely poetic language, one in which each word, loaded with maximum meaning, would reveal its hidden significance in the way phosphorescences of stones are revealed under certain lights. The poet always wants to put feelings or ideas in concrete forms, in forms that may become in themselves precious (the very term is revealing), like those gems that owe their density and sparkle to the almost unbearable pressures and temperature they’ve been through.

Marguerite Yourcenar, Fires (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1981)

5.18.2018

preface too much

After his long introduction, I muttered, ‘Methinks thou doth preface too much’.

5.17.2018

finer points

The members of the workshop were much too comfortable using power tools, when precision instruments were called for.

5.16.2018

good ingredients

After a good meal, all at the table agreed the recipe was a kind of poem.

5.15.2018

it matters more

Always matter before manner.

5.14.2018

not common literary property

I get so pissed-off at the plain-talk people—who claim that Whitman wrote street talk and that William Carlos Williams let it all hang out—that I forget the beautiful art of simplicity. When I read a stretch of short, simple, powerful things by Jack Gilbert, I remember how utterly moving plainness can be: “Divorce”:

Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at the bright moonlight on concrete.

Everything is there: exact adequacy, intelligence that withholds comment, and the luck (or vision) of the natural symbol. There is also that invaluable thing—with luck you hit on it fives times in fifty years of writing—when you say something that everyone has experienced (waking up feeling, not knowing why) which is not common literary property.

—Donald Hall, The Poet’s Notebook: Excerpts form Notebooks of Contemporary American Poets (W.W. Norton, 1995), edited by Stephen Kuusisto, Deborah Tall and David Weiss.

5.13.2018

looking up

A poet waits on a tongue of fire to settle over his head.

--
Acts 2:1
1 And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.

2 And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.

3 And there appeared unto them separated tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.

5.12.2018

cadaver explained

All in the workshop concurred the poem was dead. What followed was an autopsy of the poem.

5.10.2018

under construction

They need to build new wings on the edifice of the canon.

5.08.2018

escape artist

Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini.

— Paul Muldoon, The Irish Times, 19 April 2003

5.07.2018

coins, stamps, poems

When a coin is misstruck or a postage stamp misprinted, it accrues more value. But a typo in a book of poems is always seen as a diminishment.

5.05.2018

not going anywhere

A poem secure in the canon solely on aesthetic grounds.

5.04.2018

not it

That's not it: It’s never it…art is never quite it.

5.03.2018

deficient text

The poem lacked vitamin V…vocabulary.

4.30.2018

extremity's small room

FIVE—IN EXTREMITY’S SMALL ROOM

I want a poem which is made of compression, passion, precision, symmetry, & disruption.

I want a poetry which is fetishistic, a-Moral, obsessive, erotic, a poetry of Commission, a poem of pre-meditation, beneath (not above) the law, with malice aforethought. I want a poem of omission. [“Omissions are not accidents,” said Marianne Moore.] That which is withheld on the page is equal in importance to that which is Held.

Lucie Brock-Broido, from “Myself a Kangaroo among the Beauties,” By Herself: Women Reclaim Poetry (Graywolf Press, 2000).

4.29.2018

broken thing

In poetry, sometimes a sentence is too much, and only a fragment will do.

4.28.2018

difficult passage

Poet, make barricade lines.

4.27.2018

vanishes into thin air

A poem of fancy slips easily into the ether.

4.24.2018

capital noun

Remember the power of proper nouns. Starting with a capital letter, they raise the poem above the level of generic imagery.

4.23.2018

precise and reticent

Poetry presents the thing in order to convey the feeling. It should be precise about the thing and reticent about the feeling, for as soon as the mind responds and connects with the thing the feeling shows in the words; this is how poetry enters deeply into us.

—Wei T'ai, Poems of the Late Tang (NYRB Classics, 2008), A. C. Graham, translator.

4.22.2018

too well represented

Any poet with an agent will likely be forgotten in the next generation.

4.20.2018

test for poetry

Will the poem follow you? Will the poem affix itself to you? Will the poem inflect the course of your life?

4.19.2018

build up and tear down

Poetry has always had its makers and its breakers.

4.17.2018

linear entity

The poetic line resists the fetish for a sentence.

4.16.2018

kitchens and backyards

I once asked Irish poet Eavan Boland whether Patrick Kavanaugh, the unconventional Irish peasant poet, had helped her as a woman writer in a tradition pretty much devoid of women. She answered in terms similar to mine. Kavanaugh had been a crucial guide, she said, because of “his fierce attachment to the devalued parts of his experience and a sense of the meaning of that devaluation within a society.” Kavanaugh made poetry of hay and potatoes; in a sense he gave her “permission” to make poetry of the life inside kitchens and backyards.

Deborah Tall, Where We Stand: Women Poets on Literary Tradition (W.W. Norton & Co., 1993), edited and with introduction by Sharon Bryan

4.15.2018

not exempt

Even the avant-garde must write within a tradition.

4.10.2018

standing alone

The poem was made of single line/sentence stanzas, each of which called too much attention to itself, standing self-importantly in open space.

4.09.2018

sight in a cold light

Keen attention must at times be unkind.

4.08.2018

sad words

All poems are laments for what remains unexpressed by means of language.

4.07.2018

late to the party

Woe’s me—born just a little too late for the crest of formal poetry that rose in the 1950s, so that my stuff didn’t begin to appear till the great stampede out of traditional form was on. So I came to the poetry scene like some guest who shows up just when the party is ending, the punchbowl drained, the streamers all tromped to the floor.

—X. J. Kennedy, notebook entry from The Poet’s Notebook: Excerpts form Notebooks of Contemporary American Poets (W. W. Norton & Co., 1995), edited by Stephen Kuusisto, Deborah Tall and David Weiss.

4.05.2018

reward system

Poetry needs to have so many prizes and awards, otherwise its undertaking would be of uncertain value.

4.04.2018

4.03.2018

real light

The real is a light that dispels.

4.02.2018

sound links

The poem as an echoic chain.

3.31.2018

rule to judge

When, after having read a work, loftier thoughts arise in your mind and noble and heartfelt feelings animate you, do not look for any other rule to judge it by; it is fine and written in a masterly manner.

La Bruyère, Characters (Oxford U. Press, 1962), translated by Henri Van Laun.

3.29.2018

ups and downs

He wrote his dissertation on the variations in iambic modulation.

3.28.2018

3.24.2018

sense of arrival

To think not of the poem ending but to think of the poem arriving.

3.22.2018

free the poets

I noticed that The Poetry Project’s reading space has prison bars on the windows.

3.21.2018

singleton

Someone who wrote poems, not books.

3.19.2018

safe house

Threatened or fugitive words will always find sanctuary within poems.

3.18.2018

3.16.2018

speck or flash

I begin my pictures under the effect of a shock that makes me escape from reality. The cause of this shock may be a tiny thread sticking up from the canvas, a falling drop of water, or print made by my finger on the shining surface of a table.

In any case, I need a point of departure, even if only a speck of dust or flash of light. This form produces a series of things, one giving birth to another.

And so a single thread can set a world in motion. I come to a world from something considered dead. And when I give it a title, it becomes even more alive.

Joan Miró, I Work Like a Gardener (Princeton Architectural Press, 2017), compiled by Yvon Taillandier, preface by Robert Lubar.

3.13.2018

coat peg

The first line wasn’t special; more like a coat peg, just something to hang the poem on.

3.12.2018

poetry not poem

One could recognize the poetry in the language, even if no poem emerged from the language.

[Thinking of Lucie Brock-Broido's poetry.]

3.10.2018

living in brooklyn

I could often tell when it was a poet at the door. They tend to knock in five-beat intervals.

3.08.2018

deep presence

That poetry is one of humankind’s primal urges.

3.07.2018

possibly political

Does politics inform your art? I’m not interested in agitprop. However, I think ambiguity can be read in a number of ways. I decided to show Descension—a whirlpool I created nearly five years ago—in Brooklyn Bridge Park in 2017 to draw attention to a certain state of America. I did not declare it. Otherwise the work is enslaved to a political context and has no bigger life.

Why is that? The best work has numerous layers of meaning. We see it in great poetry, like W.H. Auden’s 1947 poem The Age of Anxiety, where the war was never described. The Age of Anxiety could be this age, it could be all ages—the poem lives on by not being banal.

Anish Kapoor, “5 Questions,” Time, February 12, 2018, interview by Tara John.

3.06.2018

I know (of) it well

There are long poems that are read and there are long poems that have reputations but aren’t read.

3.05.2018

sharp demarcation

A line that was like razor wire. It would be hard to get over.

3.03.2018

it all makes sense now

Poets create then critics come after to construct a poetics.

3.01.2018

rickety answer

Poetry—
but what is poetry anyway?
More than one rickety answer
has tumbled since that question first was raised.
But I just keep on not knowing, and I cling to that
like a redemptive handrail.

—Wislawa Szymborska, from "Some Like Poetry," translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh.

2.28.2018

poet unbound

The translator has more responsibility than the poet has.

2.27.2018

covering the waterfront

I know all of the poets except the ones I don’t know.

2.24.2018

first translation

Language is a translation of life and the world.

2.22.2018

uses of poetry

Sitting at a café table, I noticed a poetry book had been jammed under one leg to keep the table from wobbling.