Poetry, as other object matter, is after all for the interested people.
—Louis Zukofsky, preface to A Test of Poetry (1948)
[Poetry after all, one might add, is for interesting people.]
6.27.2015
6.26.2015
dorothy and emily
Dialogue from the film, The Wizard of Oz (1939)...
Oz: I am Oz—the Great and Powerful. Who are you? Who are you?!
 Dorothy: If you please, I am Dorothy—the small and meek.
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 Poetry: I am Poetry—the Great and Powerful. Who are you? Who are you?!
 Dickinson: If you please, I am Emily—the small and meek.
[You know how this story ends.]
Oz: I am Oz—the Great and Powerful. Who are you? Who are you?!
 Dorothy: If you please, I am Dorothy—the small and meek.
--
 Poetry: I am Poetry—the Great and Powerful. Who are you? Who are you?!
 Dickinson: If you please, I am Emily—the small and meek.
[You know how this story ends.]
Labels:
dorothy,
emily dickinson,
feminism,
meek,
oz,
powerful,
small,
substitution of terms,
women's poetry
6.25.2015
knows the difference
I’m fine so long as the poet knows he’s writing prose in poetry lines.
Labels:
poetic line,
poetry v. prose,
prose,
recognition
6.24.2015
not poetry itself
We have to remember that what we observe is not nature herself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.
—Werner Heisenberg, Physics and Philosophy: The Revolution in Modern Science (1958), lectures delivered at University of St. Andrews, Scotland, Winter 1955-56.
We have to remember that what we observe is not poetry itself, but poetry exposed to our method of questioning.
—Werner Heisenberg, Physics and Philosophy: The Revolution in Modern Science (1958), lectures delivered at University of St. Andrews, Scotland, Winter 1955-56.
We have to remember that what we observe is not poetry itself, but poetry exposed to our method of questioning.
6.23.2015
6.22.2015
small conundrum
A poem so simple it must be misunderstood.
Labels:
misunderstanding,
simple,
small poem
6.21.2015
6.17.2015
hot prospect
Some critics are like baseball scouts looking for the kid with the sinking fastball. Only instead of sitting along the left field line in an almost empty minor league stadium, they scour the pages of nearly unread literary magazines.
6.15.2015
audible line
Meant to be uttered, a line that resisted ink.
Labels:
ink,
line,
print,
spoken word,
utterance
6.14.2015
own the moment
Each week to find that moment that opens, widens out into a poem.
Labels:
experience,
moment,
occasion,
open,
writing process
6.13.2015
against the sunset
In the “Evening Walk,” composed partly at school, partly in college vacations, he notices how the boughs and leaves of the oak darken and come out when seen against the sunset. “I recollect distinctly,” [Wordsworth] says nearly fifty years afterwards, “the very spot where this first struck me. It was on the way between Hawkshead and Ambleside, and gave me extreme pleasure. The moment was important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness of the infinite variety of natural appearances, which had been unnoticed by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply in some degree the deficiency. I could not have been at the time above fourteen years of age.”
[...]
It would be hardly too much to say that there is not a single image in his whole works which he had not observed with his own eyes. And perhaps no poet since Homer has introduced into poetry, directly from nature, more facts and images which had not before been noted in books.
—J. C. Shairp, Studies in Poetry and Philosophy (Hurd and Houghton, 1872).
[...]
It would be hardly too much to say that there is not a single image in his whole works which he had not observed with his own eyes. And perhaps no poet since Homer has introduced into poetry, directly from nature, more facts and images which had not before been noted in books.
—J. C. Shairp, Studies in Poetry and Philosophy (Hurd and Houghton, 1872).
Labels:
images,
nature,
observation,
seeing,
walking,
william wordsworth,
youth
6.11.2015
6.10.2015
not enough there there
The content is suspect when you realize you couldn’t write the poem any better than you did.
Labels:
content,
failure,
language,
subject matter
6.09.2015
ink over utterance
A spoken word artist who wasn’t up to his tattoos.
Labels:
ink,
measure,
performance poetry,
spoken word,
tattoo
6.08.2015
pancaked structure
There were some good phrases in the poem, but they seemed like distressed cries coming from a collapsed building
6.07.2015
freedom in form
There is such a complete freedom now-a-days in respect to technique that I am rather inclined to disregard form so long as I am free and can express myself freely. I don't know of anything, respecting form, that makes much difference. The essential thing in form is to be free in whatever form is used. A free form does not assure freedom. As a form, it is just one more form. So that it comes to this, I suppose, that I believe in freedom regardless of form.
—Wallace Stevens, "A Note on Poetry," Opus Posthumous (Knopf, 1957).
—Wallace Stevens, "A Note on Poetry," Opus Posthumous (Knopf, 1957).
Labels:
form,
formal poetry,
freedom,
wallace stevens
6.06.2015
poem above me
The poem should stand above the poet’s force of personality.
Labels:
force,
new york school,
personality,
poem is
6.03.2015
sentence sense
With a sixth sense for sentence structure, a poet who could dispense with punctuation.
Labels:
punctuation,
sense,
sentence,
structure
6.02.2015
mistake proof
Blunders, once recognized, become the poem’s building blocks.
Labels:
blunder,
building blocks,
composition,
error
6.01.2015
library of unfinished books
Many books started, some finished—some deserving of being set aside, others casualties of restlessness or lack of attention.
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