Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
3.01.2023
faith-based readership
For a poet any readership one might imagine is like a belief in God, it has to be taken on faith alone.
Labels:
audience,
belief,
faith,
god,
readership
5.19.2019
11.27.2018
10.27.2016
reader response
Because poems have moved you, you know that new poems, and ones yet unwritten, will.
8.01.2015
other kind of hero
Hölderlin’s heroism is splendid because it is free from pride and devoid of confidence in victory. All he is aware of is his mission, the summons from the invisible world; he believes in his calling, but has no assurance of success. He is forever vulnerable…It is the feeling that he is foredoomed to destruction, that a menacing shadow dogs his footsteps, which makes his persistence in his chosen course so courageous. The reader must not think that Hölderlin’s faith in poesy as the profoundest meaning of life implies a like belief in his own poetic gifts. As regards these latter he remained humble-minded…Yet for all this personal modesty, for all this sensitiveness, he had a will of steel to animate his devotion to poesy, to fortify him for self-immolation. “My dear friend,” he writes to one of his intimates, “when will people come to see that in our case the greatest force is the most modest in its manifestations, and that the divine message (when it issues from us) is always uttered with humility and sadness?” His heroism was not that of the warrior, not the heroism of triumphant force; it was the heroism of the martyr who is ready, nay, glad, to suffer for the unseen, to perish on behalf of an ideal.
—Stefan Zweig, “Hölderlin,” The Struggle with the Daemon: Hölderlin, Kleist, Nietzsche (Pushkin Press, 2012) translated by Eden and Cedar Paul.
—Stefan Zweig, “Hölderlin,” The Struggle with the Daemon: Hölderlin, Kleist, Nietzsche (Pushkin Press, 2012) translated by Eden and Cedar Paul.
Labels:
calling,
daemon,
faith,
friedrich hölderlin,
hero,
humble,
life,
lives of the poets,
modesty,
sacrifice,
stefan zweig
11.07.2010
imperfect paradise
"The imperfect is our paradise."
—Wallace Stevens, "The Poems of Our Climate"
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Joan Richardson delivered an excellent talk last night for 15th Annual Wallace Stevens Birthday Bash entitled "Wallace Stevens' Radiant and Productive Atmosphere." A tracing of how the poet came to translate faith into his "supreme fiction.
The talk was based on an essay in Richardson's A Natural History of Pragmatism: The Fact of Feeling from Jonathan Edwards to Gertrude Stein.
—Wallace Stevens, "The Poems of Our Climate"
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Joan Richardson delivered an excellent talk last night for 15th Annual Wallace Stevens Birthday Bash entitled "Wallace Stevens' Radiant and Productive Atmosphere." A tracing of how the poet came to translate faith into his "supreme fiction.
The talk was based on an essay in Richardson's A Natural History of Pragmatism: The Fact of Feeling from Jonathan Edwards to Gertrude Stein.
Labels:
faith,
imperfect,
paradise,
supreme fiction,
wallace stevens
5.24.2008
poetry / religion
The sign in the bookstore read: ‘POETRY/RELIGION’. Yes, I thought, they are beginning to understand that only faith sustains our genre.
3.13.2007
don't turn your back on them
As poets we love words and won’t turn our backs on them. As poets we trust words but we don’t turn our backs on them.
2.01.2006
abiding faith
The love of words begins with their meanings and sounds, and develops into an abiding faith that these attributes can convey experience and emotion.
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