No wonder that a sensibility so exquisite and so voluminous as that of Proust, filled with endless images and their distant reverberations, could be rescued from distraction only by finding certain repetitions or rhymes in this experience….Thus he required two phenomena to reveal to him one essence, as if essences needed to appear a second time in order to appear at all. A mind less volatile and retentive, but more concentrated and loyal, might easily have discerned the eternal essence in any single momentary fact. It might also have felt the scale of values imposed on things by human nature, and might have been carried towards some by an innate love and away from others by a quick repulsion: something which in Proust is remarkably rare. Yet this very inhumanity and innocent openness, this inclination to be led on by endlessly rambling perception, makes his testimony to the reality of essences all the more remarkable. We could not have asked for a more competent or more unexpected witness to the fact that life as it flows is so much time wasted, and that nothing can ever be recovered or truly possessed save under the form of eternity which is also, as he tell us, the form of art.
—George Santayana, “Proust on Essences,” Obiter Scripta: Lectures, Essays and Reviews (Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1936), edited by Justus Buchler and Benjamin Schwartz
[The above quote could be applied to the poetry of John Ashbery.]
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2.07.2026
repetitions or rhymes
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essences,
flow,
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5.25.2024
against the stream
Poet, don’t go with the flow. Think of the stones in a stream, the way they impede and change the direction of the water. Make that a model for revision.
10.04.2021
5.09.2021
turbulence ahead
Like any flowing substance language is subject to turbulence.
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flow,
language,
turbulence
1.11.2020
wind flow
[Episodes of Eccentrics Among Haikai Poets, 1816, compiled by Takenouchi Gengen’ichi] begins its description of Sutejo this way:
[…] From a very young age, she showed signs of a poetic turn of mind. In the winter of her sixth year, she made:
Yuki no asa ni no ji ni no ji no geta no ata
Morning snow: figure two figure two wooden clogs marks
Because of this, one year she received a poem from someone exalted:
Kayahara no oshi ya suti oku tsuyu no tama
Too good to be left in a weedy field: this drop of dew.
The original word for what’s given as “a poetic turn of mind” is fūryū, literally “wind flow”—an expression that can’t be translated to anyone’s satisfaction. It refers to a liking for things somewhat unworldly or transcendental or the object of that inclination, such as poetry. Among its synonyms is fūga, which carries a greater dose of “elegance” or “refinement.” Another synonym, fūkyō, suggests “poetic dementia.” Any haikai person must be imbued with fūryū, fūga, or fūkyō.
—Hiroaki Sato, On Haiku (New Directions, 2018)
[…] From a very young age, she showed signs of a poetic turn of mind. In the winter of her sixth year, she made:
Yuki no asa ni no ji ni no ji no geta no ata
Morning snow: figure two figure two wooden clogs marks
Because of this, one year she received a poem from someone exalted:
Kayahara no oshi ya suti oku tsuyu no tama
Too good to be left in a weedy field: this drop of dew.
The original word for what’s given as “a poetic turn of mind” is fūryū, literally “wind flow”—an expression that can’t be translated to anyone’s satisfaction. It refers to a liking for things somewhat unworldly or transcendental or the object of that inclination, such as poetry. Among its synonyms is fūga, which carries a greater dose of “elegance” or “refinement.” Another synonym, fūkyō, suggests “poetic dementia.” Any haikai person must be imbued with fūryū, fūga, or fūkyō.
—Hiroaki Sato, On Haiku (New Directions, 2018)
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wind
5.27.2016
the river
An archetype is something like an old watercourse along which the water of life flowed for a time, digging a deep channel
for itself. The longer it flowed the deeper the channel, and the more likely it is that sooner or later the water will
return.
—Carl Jung, “The Primordial Images,” Psychological Reflections, ed. Jolande Jacobi (1970).
—Carl Jung, “The Primordial Images,” Psychological Reflections, ed. Jolande Jacobi (1970).
3.13.2015
11.01.2013
arrogant tyrant
Confronted with unruly language, the poet has the arrogance of Xerxes at the Hellespont. He’ll whip with chains that flow & flux of language to no avail.
5.28.2013
gathering floodtide
Some poems start with the force of a wave crashing, while with others we must allow the first few lines to slowly build the momentum of the poem, each passing line gathering the weight of more words taken up in the flow.
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first lines,
flow,
wave,
weight
6.26.2011
for want of form
When the words came pouring out of him, for want of form, he grasped for cups, buckets & pans.
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flow,
form,
inspiration,
words
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