The small poem is a flash, a gesture, a gambit without the game that follows. There’s no room for landscape here, or easeful reflection, but there is the opportunity for humor and poignancy. And this minimalist practice has its masters.
—Billy Collins, Afterword to Musical Tables (Random House, 2022)
Showing posts with label gesture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gesture. Show all posts
2.12.2024
6.20.2020
particle poem
A poem in which almost nothing happens: a glance, a gesture, a lilt, particle of a larger world.
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9.27.2018
verse arises
And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves - not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge [1910] (Dalkey Archive Press, 2008), translated by Burton Pike.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge [1910] (Dalkey Archive Press, 2008), translated by Burton Pike.
10.13.2013
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