2.29.2016
cause of death
To a poet suicide is death by a natural cause.
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cause,
lives of the poets,
natural,
suicide
2.28.2016
2.27.2016
2.25.2016
breeze of surprise
There are so many ways to go, the detectives know, opposition and conflict, theories drifting over and beyond one another. Things changed by the act of observation. The old laws of physics. Speed and position. Time and distance.
They will comb through images, looking for any random detail, the breeze of surprise, a clue. The more obscure the moment, the more valuable the knowledge. There is always a chance they will spot something they already overlooked.
They work in much the same way as poets: the search for a random word, at the right instance, making the poem itself much more precise.
—Colum McCann, Thirteen Ways of Looking (Bloomsbury Publishing, 2015).
They will comb through images, looking for any random detail, the breeze of surprise, a clue. The more obscure the moment, the more valuable the knowledge. There is always a chance they will spot something they already overlooked.
They work in much the same way as poets: the search for a random word, at the right instance, making the poem itself much more precise.
—Colum McCann, Thirteen Ways of Looking (Bloomsbury Publishing, 2015).
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colum mccann,
detail,
detective,
detective work,
images,
moment,
observation,
physics,
precise,
prose,
random,
word
2.24.2016
2.23.2016
public storage space
The prose poem’s great flaw is that it’s anything and all.
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flaw,
formlessness,
genre,
prose poem
2.22.2016
cast out
A poem that was read as though it were a magic spell.
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magic,
poetry reader,
reading style,
spell
2.21.2016
personal library
I visited the reestablished Thomas Jefferson Library in the Library of Congress yesterday. Some titles have not been replaced from the original catalog. Jefferson ordered his books according to Lord Bacon's system of the subject areas: Memory, Reason, and Imagination. Jefferson used the categories "History," "Philosophy," and "Fine Arts."
2.20.2016
2.18.2016
2.17.2016
echo chamber
That is, in poetry more than in any other verbal genre, readers bring an expectation that not only do all the elements matter down to the comma and the white space at the end of a line and between or within stanzas, but that each of those elements, no matter how widely arrayed, may tug at other elements and condition the whole. The poem is an echo chamber where we listen to the reverberations that otherwise dissolve into the white noise of anxiety.
—Lee Upton, “Poetry, Defined. Briefly.” Swallowing the Sea: On Writing & Ambition Boredom Purity & Secrecy (Tupelo Press, 2012)
—Lee Upton, “Poetry, Defined. Briefly.” Swallowing the Sea: On Writing & Ambition Boredom Purity & Secrecy (Tupelo Press, 2012)
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anxiety,
comma,
echo,
elements,
expectation,
genre,
lee upton,
poem is,
punctuation,
reverberation,
white noise,
white space
2.14.2016
comedy club
I couldn’t be sure if he was a critic or a heckler.
[Thinking of William Logan.]
[Thinking of William Logan.]
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critic,
critical writing,
heckler,
william logan
2.13.2016
battle lines
There are many ways to go wrong in writing a political poem, but the number is no greater than those encountered in writing a love poem.
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challenge,
love poem,
political poetry,
wrong
2.12.2016
press press pull
Each line a lever in that strange contraption called a poem.
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contraption,
lever,
line,
poem is
2.10.2016
2.08.2016
the fruit
The Fruit
This is how I want the poem to be:
trembling with light, coarse with earth,
murmuring with waters and with wind.
—Eugénio de Andrade, 28 Portuguese Poets (Dedalus Press, Dublin, 2015), translated by Richard Zenith and Alexis Levtin.
Os Frutos
Assim eu queria o poema:
frementa de luz, áspero de terra,
rumoroso de águas e de vento.
This is how I want the poem to be:
trembling with light, coarse with earth,
murmuring with waters and with wind.
—Eugénio de Andrade, 28 Portuguese Poets (Dedalus Press, Dublin, 2015), translated by Richard Zenith and Alexis Levtin.
Os Frutos
Assim eu queria o poema:
frementa de luz, áspero de terra,
rumoroso de águas e de vento.
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ars poetica,
earth,
eugenio de andrade,
fruit,
light,
portugeuse poetry,
wind
2.07.2016
hard cases
He wrote poems with words that don’t fit well into poems.
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anti-poetry,
fit,
words
2.06.2016
2.04.2016
late bloomer
Sometimes one of the best poets of a previous century only emerges in the next.
[Thinking of the Frost.]
[Thinking of the Frost.]
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century,
contemporaries,
literary history,
robert frost,
times
2.02.2016
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