Another ivory tower academic harkening to the strains of street-level poetry.
8.30.2007
8.29.2007
contract of adhesion
The poem is a ‘contract of adhesion’. Drafted by one party and offered to the reader on a take-it-or-leave-it basis.
8.28.2007
intervene in the deepest part
This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself: not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my very blood, as if a subtle disease had been injected to alter its course, its density and nature. Valéry and Stefan George leave us where we picked them up, or else make us more demanding on the formal level of the mind: they are geniuses we have no need of, they are merely artists. But a Shelley, but a Baudelaire, but a Rilke intervene in the deepest part of our organism which annexes them as it would a vice.
—E. M. Cioran, A Short History of Decay, translated by Richard Howard (Arcade Publishing, 1998)
—E. M. Cioran, A Short History of Decay, translated by Richard Howard (Arcade Publishing, 1998)
8.27.2007
well-appointed or stripped
Poetry can be either well-appointed prose or prose stripped bare. But poetry cannot exist between these two sectors on the prose spectrum.
Labels:
poetry v. prose,
spectrum,
stripped,
well-appointed
8.23.2007
words at eye level
The lines of the poem were like shelves in a store, displaying certain words for maximum attention. Some like hardware stores chockfull of tools and thing-a-ma-jigs, others like variety stores stocked with cheap toys and inexpensive housewares, and others fine gift shops showing off their objets d’art.
8.22.2007
tinder
The first few lines of a poem are tinder. With imagination as the match, that moment when material fuel and mental energy flare up or smolder out.
Labels:
first lines,
fuel,
imagination,
match,
material,
tinder
afterimage
A finely-rendered image leaves a faint afterimage flickering in the mind after the passage has been read.
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afterimage,
image,
mind,
passage
8.19.2007
form without a model
When one speaks of traditional form, one is speaking about the haphazard product of a culture's literary history. How many poetic forms arose naturally out of a particular culture or language? Borrowed, grafted, adapted, one could even say ‘translated’, forms are not inherent to the culture and its language. Trial & error, chance, and the arbitrariness of custom all play a role in the development and perpetuation of forms within any language's poetry. There is nothing particular to the Italian temperament that naturally spawned the fourteen-line sonnet.
8.17.2007
blimp titles
I detest seeing titles set in 14 point type (or larger), bolded or emboldened, proclaiming their aggrandized status apart from the body of the poem. Titles big as blimps flying over the tiny text scurrying below, blocking out the reader’s light.
Labels:
blimp,
text,
title,
typography
8.16.2007
8.14.2007
twain notions
All words are spiritual—nothing is more spiritual than words.—Whence are they? along how many thousands and tens of thousands of years have they come? those eluding, fluid, beautiful, fleshless realities, Mother, Father, Water, Earth, Me, This, Soul, Tongue, House, Fire.
—Walt Whitman, “An American Primer,” The Neglected Walt Whitman, edited by Sam Abrams, Four Walls Eight Windows, 1993
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For when the traveler returns from the mountain-slopes into the valley,
he brings, not a handful of earth, unsayable to others, but instead
some word he has gained, some pure word, the yellow and blue
gentian. Perhaps we are only here in order to say: house,
bridge, fountain, gate, pitcher, fruit-tree, window—
at most: column, tower…But to say them, you must understand,
oh to say them more intensely than the Things themselves
ever dreamed of existing.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Ninth Elegy,” Ahead of All Parting, Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell, Modern Library, 1995
—Walt Whitman, “An American Primer,” The Neglected Walt Whitman, edited by Sam Abrams, Four Walls Eight Windows, 1993
--
For when the traveler returns from the mountain-slopes into the valley,
he brings, not a handful of earth, unsayable to others, but instead
some word he has gained, some pure word, the yellow and blue
gentian. Perhaps we are only here in order to say: house,
bridge, fountain, gate, pitcher, fruit-tree, window—
at most: column, tower…But to say them, you must understand,
oh to say them more intensely than the Things themselves
ever dreamed of existing.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Ninth Elegy,” Ahead of All Parting, Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell, Modern Library, 1995
Labels:
quote,
rainer maria rilke,
walt whitman,
words
8.13.2007
book of spells & divinations
The lexicon is the poet's book of spells and divinations.
Labels:
divinations,
lexicon,
spells
8.09.2007
8.08.2007
8.07.2007
water buffalo's carcass
One of T.S. Eliot’s sillier notions was that the poem’s content was little more than a bit of meat that a burglar carries with him to distract the house dog while he steals away with the valuables. My mind-keep is guarded by a beast that could tear the three heads off Cerberus. So that poet-burglar better be dragging the carcass of a water buffalo.
8.06.2007
8.03.2007
substitution of terms
Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
—Ludwig Wittgenstein
Poetry is an opening up to the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
—Ludwig Wittgenstein
Poetry is an opening up to the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
8.02.2007
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