Poet, stride the line like a model walks a runway.
12.31.2012
12.30.2012
with one word
Leaning in a corner of the room, I saw the word “reconciliation” painted in neat letters on a board. I start to worry about my brain when I experience a single word as a self-contained poem.
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poem is,
sanity,
self-contained,
single word
12.29.2012
skeleton showing
In traditional Japanese architecture some of the skeleton of the structure is left exposed, and the same is true of a good poem.
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architecture,
expose,
good poem,
skeleton,
structure
12.28.2012
not one or whole
Few great medieval buildings are homogeneous, since they are the work of many generations of artists. This is widely recognized by historians, although theoreticians of culture have innocently pointed to the conglomerate cathedral of Chartres as a model of stylistic unity, in contrast to the heterogeneous character of stylelessness of the arts of modern society. In the past it was not felt necessary to restore a damaged work or to complete an unfinished one in the style of the original. Hence the strange juxtapositions of styles within some medieval objects. It should be said, however, that some styles, by virtue of their open, irregular forms, can tolerate the unfinished and heterogeneous better than others.
--Meyer Schapiro, “Style.” The Problem of Style (Fawcett Publications, 1966) edited by J.V. Cunningham.
--Meyer Schapiro, “Style.” The Problem of Style (Fawcett Publications, 1966) edited by J.V. Cunningham.
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architecture,
chartres,
damage,
heterogeneous,
irregular,
medieval,
meyer schapiro,
quote,
style,
unfinished,
whole
12.27.2012
necessary influence
The young poet worried that if he read too much of X, his work would become overly influenced by X. He should be so lucky.
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influence,
naiveté,
young poet
12.26.2012
12.25.2012
gifts waiting to be filled
Because people know I write, I’m often gifted with a nice blank notebook. Now so many of them line one bookshelf near my desk…all full of unmarked pages, asking that I mar them with my words.
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blank page,
bookshelf,
gift,
notebook,
words
12.23.2012
12.22.2012
not refined but final
So active, so positive is the inspiration of this poetry that the question of outside influences does not even arise. Unamumo is probably the Spanish contemporary poet whose manner owes least, if anything at all, to modern developments of poetry such as those which take their source in Baudelaire and Verlaine. These over-sensitive and over-refined artists have no doubt enriched the sensuous, the formal, the sentimental, even the intellectual aspects of verse with an admirable variety of exquisite shades, lacking which most poetry seems old-fashioned to the fastidious palate of modern men. Unamuno is too genuine a representative of the spiritual and masculine variety of Spanish genius, ever impervious to French, and generally, to intellectual, influences, to be affected by the esthetic excellence of this art. Yet, for all his disregard of the modern resources which it adds to the poetic craft, Unamuno loses none of his modernity. He is indeed more than modern. When, as he often does, he strikes the true poetic note, he is outside time. His appeal is not in complexity but in strength. He is not refined: he is final.
—Salvador de Madariaga, introduction to Miguel de Unamuno’s Tragic Sense of Life (McMillian, 1921)
—Salvador de Madariaga, introduction to Miguel de Unamuno’s Tragic Sense of Life (McMillian, 1921)
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final,
french poetry,
influence,
inspiration,
miguel de unamuno,
modern,
quote,
refined,
strength,
time
12.20.2012
house and city
If the poem is the house, the book is the city.
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architecture,
book,
city,
house
12.19.2012
new you know
One would think innovative and experimental work would be self-evident, but it seems necessary for some writers to describe their work that way.
12.18.2012
slave song
By the time you have ended labor upon your poem, to your ears it should be as though a slave song.
12.17.2012
poems not compensation enough
As much as I might admire their poetry, when I read the biographies of certain poets who lived sad or bad lives, I think I’d rather be a happy person than a poet.
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admiration,
compensation,
happy,
lives of the poets
12.16.2012
while scrubbing the floor
One’s best things are more than likely to come in the midst of floor scrubbing.
—Wallace Stevens, Letters of Wallace Stevens (Knopf, 1966, p. 450)
—Wallace Stevens, Letters of Wallace Stevens (Knopf, 1966, p. 450)
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floor,
ideas,
inspiration,
quote,
scrubbing,
wallace stevens
12.14.2012
beauty be
The whole project of 'aesthetics' is in many ways about defining beauty. The problem is not ‘the trying to define’; the problem is thinking there is a fixed immutable definition upon which all will settle and all debate will cease. It's all the 'talk about' that creates its own kind of value.
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aesthetics,
beauty,
definition,
value
12.10.2012
noise one can't ignore
Like one’s conscience, political poetry is that little nagging voice in the back of society’s head.
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conscience,
political poetry,
society,
voice
12.09.2012
rime on time
In the worst use of form you’ll find you’re reading ahead to see what the next rhyming word will be.
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form,
prosody,
reading ahead,
rhyme
12.03.2012
12.01.2012
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