11.30.2022
11.29.2022
intensely dismal poem
In a letter from Florence Hardy, mentioning her husband [Thomas] is at his desk:
Writing an intensely dismal poem with great spirits.
—David Markson, Vanishing Point (Shoemaker & Hoard, 2004)
Writing an intensely dismal poem with great spirits.
—David Markson, Vanishing Point (Shoemaker & Hoard, 2004)
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composition,
david markson,
dismal,
husband,
joy,
letter,
thomas hardy
11.27.2022
substitution of terms
When you see a good move, look for a better one.
—Emanuel Lasker
When you write a good line, look for a better one.
—Emanuel Lasker
When you write a good line, look for a better one.
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better one,
chess,
emanuel lasker,
line,
move,
substitution of terms
11.26.2022
11.24.2022
revision's end
It was while revising the poem you realized it wasn’t worth the effort.
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effort,
importance,
process,
revision,
worth
11.23.2022
vehicle language
In a poem, language is the vehicle and not the road, nor its destination.
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destination,
language,
road,
vehicle
11.22.2022
safe for now
It’s a good thing you put that copyright mark next to your name beneath the poem, otherwise poets would be lined up to plagiarize your masterpiece.
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copyright,
cut,
masterpiece,
plagiarize,
safe
11.21.2022
wasn't it
Vivaldi Years
I lay forever, didn’t I, behind those old windows,
listening to Bach and resurrecting my life.
I slept sometimes for thirty or forty minutes
while the violins shrieked and the cellos trembled.
It was a crazy youth, wasn’t it, letting
my mind soar like that, giving myself
up to poetry the way I did.
It was a little like Goethe’s, wasn’t it,
a little like Eugene O’Neill’s, one joyous
sadness after another. That was the everlasting
life, wasn’t it. The true world without end.
—Gerald Stern, Paradise Poems (1984)
I lay forever, didn’t I, behind those old windows,
listening to Bach and resurrecting my life.
I slept sometimes for thirty or forty minutes
while the violins shrieked and the cellos trembled.
It was a crazy youth, wasn’t it, letting
my mind soar like that, giving myself
up to poetry the way I did.
It was a little like Goethe’s, wasn’t it,
a little like Eugene O’Neill’s, one joyous
sadness after another. That was the everlasting
life, wasn’t it. The true world without end.
—Gerald Stern, Paradise Poems (1984)
11.19.2022
prose all along
Whether or not cast in meter and/or rhyme, if the lines are readable, then they’re prose.
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meter,
poetry v. prose,
prose,
readable,
rhyme
11.18.2022
hardly a trail
A poem may reveal almost nothing of its path: a broken twig, a stone disturbed, with little else to follow.
11.17.2022
11.16.2022
against story
Story is what can be taken out of the fiction and made into a movie. Story is what you tell people when they embarrass you by asking what your novel is about. Story is what you do to clean up life and make God into a good burgher who manages the world like a business. History is often written as a story so that it can seem to have a purpose, to be on its way somewhere; because stories deny that life is no more than an endlessly muddled middle; they beg each length of it to have a beginning and end like a ballgame or a banquet. Stories are sneaky justifications.
—William Gass, “Finding a Form,” Finding A Form: Essays (Knopf, 1996)
—William Gass, “Finding a Form,” Finding A Form: Essays (Knopf, 1996)
11.14.2022
not undertanding
One can misunderstand a poem in a thousand ways. That’s okay, that’s what it means to try to read poetry.
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misunderstanding,
reading poetry,
thousand
11.13.2022
11.11.2022
intent vs. use
An author may write with intent but it’s good to remember what matters to the reader is use.
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authorial intent,
intent,
reader response,
use
11.10.2022
small check
Even during the times when he was making hundreds of thousands per year, it pleased him to get $200 for doing a reading or $50 for a published poem.
Labels:
compensation,
honorarium,
income,
lives of the poets,
money
11.08.2022
11.06.2022
rid of convention
We evaluate artists by how much they are able to rid themselves of convention, to change history. Well, I don't know of anyone since Pollock who has altered the form or the language of painting as much as he did.
—Richard Serra (1998)
—Richard Serra (1998)
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art quote,
convention,
jackson pollock,
painting,
richard serra
11.05.2022
barrel of the bat
The last line was like Babe Ruth’s ‘called shot’: He all but said it was coming and then with one swing of a line, he delivered.
11.04.2022
course and not conclusion
Lead you readers forward but let them draw their own conclusions.
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conclusion,
ending,
lead,
reader,
response
11.02.2022
find a translation
One of the biggest mistakes I made early in my reading life was to pass over the foreign words and phrases I encountered. My loss. Now I pause and get at least a rough or partial translation. Of course now the web makes things easier. In any case, my reading has been deepened by taking the time to find a translation.
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foreign word,
pass over,
pause,
reading life,
translation
11.01.2022
word from nowhere
The improbable word that makes possible the whole poem.
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composition,
improbable,
nowhere,
possible,
word
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