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9.29.2023
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9.25.2023
through the side door
Frost entered the Modern canon through the farmhouse’s side door, with the nineteenth century’s snow still on his boots, bringing in a load of firewood for the stove.
9.22.2023
rosebud image
Looking for his ‘Rosebud’ image: the thing that would flash upon one’s mind in the moment before death.
9.21.2023
9.19.2023
useless objects
When Arp writes of a “bladeless knife from which a handle is missing,” when Norge speaks of a “time when the onion used to make people laugh,” we have images, configurations, which employ archetypal elements but are not properly speaking archetypes. Instead, we have the emergence of entities which only by the force of utterance and the upheaval they cause in the imagination and thought acquire existence and even reality. These “useless objects” have a strange authority. Even as visionary acts, they consist of particulars and thus curiously provide us with a semblance of actual experience.
—Charles Simic, “Negative Capability and its Children,” Poetics: Essays on the Art of Poetry (Tendril, 1984), edited by Paul Mariani and George Murphy
—Charles Simic, “Negative Capability and its Children,” Poetics: Essays on the Art of Poetry (Tendril, 1984), edited by Paul Mariani and George Murphy
9.18.2023
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9.14.2023
function, structure and design.
The Roman architect Vitruvius suggested that buildings can be judged according to their utilitas, firmitas, and venustas, that is, according to their fitness for their purpose, their structural soundness, and their beauty; or, in Richard Krautheimer’s version, their function, structure, and design.
—Sylvan Barnet, A Short Guide to Writing about Art, (HarperCollins, 1989)
[The same criteria could be applied to a good poem.]
—Sylvan Barnet, A Short Guide to Writing about Art, (HarperCollins, 1989)
[The same criteria could be applied to a good poem.]
9.13.2023
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9.04.2023
claw marks
Every poem shall be a tearing up of a poem,
not a poem, but claw marks.
—Edith Södergran (1892-1923), ending of the poem “Decision,” translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström, The Star By My Head: Poets from Sweden (Milkweed Editions and The Poetry Foundation, 2013).
not a poem, but claw marks.
—Edith Södergran (1892-1923), ending of the poem “Decision,” translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström, The Star By My Head: Poets from Sweden (Milkweed Editions and The Poetry Foundation, 2013).
9.02.2023
9.01.2023
experience everlasting
The first time you read the poem you knew you’d encountered an inexhaustible resource.