Showing posts with label height. Show all posts
Showing posts with label height. Show all posts
6.10.2018
head on a block
The reader was not tall. The podium was high, wooden and wide. A little head bouncing atop a butcher block was what the audience saw.
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butcher block,
head,
height,
podium,
poetry reading
7.15.2017
longer grave
The poet was 5’ 9” tall in his life. I’m told his archive, in the basement of the university library where it’s housed, measures 18 linear feet.
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archive,
death,
height,
length,
lives of the poets,
measurement,
university library
2.15.2017
4.01.2007
everything for depth & height
One complaint lodged against Sappho—it is lodged against Emily Dickinson too, and that tells us something about the complaint—is that her range is narrow. Even if the charge could be proved correct, and it cannot, we would want to remember that lyric poetry cares very little for breadth and width, everything for depth and height. Whatever the mysterious criteria for great European lyric may be, compression, intensity of feeling, and complexity and subtlety of reflection are surely high among them.
—W.R. Johnson, The Idea of the Lyric, U. of California Press, 1982 (p. 48)
—W.R. Johnson, The Idea of the Lyric, U. of California Press, 1982 (p. 48)
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complexity,
compression,
depth,
emily dickinson,
feeling,
height,
quote,
sappho,
w. r. johnson
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