Showing posts with label margin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label margin. Show all posts
5.05.2026
flip-turn
A prose poet should meet the margin with same energy as a competitive swimmer’s flip-turn, pushing off the pool wall.
1.06.2025
too narrow a margin
I have a truly marvelous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
Fermat’s Last Theorem
I have a truly marvelous draft of this poem which this margin is too narrow to contain.
Fermat’s Last Poem
Fermat’s Last Theorem
I have a truly marvelous draft of this poem which this margin is too narrow to contain.
Fermat’s Last Poem
1.10.2023
come up for air
In poetry the right margin is not like in a swimming pool, where the swimmer must make a turn against a wall. The line ends where the swimmer in open water comes up for air.
Labels:
line,
margin,
poetic line,
poetry v. prose,
swimmer,
swimming pool,
wall
8.26.2022
margin width
All poets are marginalized, but some have wider margins to write/work in.
Labels:
margin,
marginalized,
width
5.23.2021
bridges in space
The lines were bridges over
the emptiness on each side.
the emptiness on each side.
Labels:
brdge.line,
emptiness,
margin,
space
1.27.2021
space beyond the words
If no white space cushioned the poem its language would have to brush up against the language of the world. The world where language buys sausages and fills insurance forms. Where it writes rejections and makes empty promises. Where it speaks in parliaments and fudges truth and sells cosmetic surgery and guns. And if there were no white space to mark it off, how would we know the difference? They are only little words. Even the innocent ones amongst them look like repeat offenders, like the lying sort.
‘Don’t play what’s there,’ Miles Davis said, ‘play what’s not there.’ Play the void. Play the white space. Play outside the frame.
If only there were ways of framing off the worst of our lives. Of containing it. Forbidding it to leak into the rest of our well-lived days.
—Vona Groarke, Four Sides Full (The Gallery Press, 2016)
‘Don’t play what’s there,’ Miles Davis said, ‘play what’s not there.’ Play the void. Play the white space. Play outside the frame.
If only there were ways of framing off the worst of our lives. Of containing it. Forbidding it to leak into the rest of our well-lived days.
—Vona Groarke, Four Sides Full (The Gallery Press, 2016)
Labels:
frame,
margin,
miles davis,
page,
void,
vona groarke,
white space,
words
9.25.2018
line limit
If this line keeps going on, ranging forward, loping along, it will soon reach the limit of the margin and become prose.
Labels:
long lines,
margin,
poetic line,
poetry v. prose,
prose
1.03.2018
carriage return
Old enough to remember the manual typewriter and the sound of the carriage return bar, throwing the line back against the wall of the left margin, where it would once more have to fight its way forward.
Labels:
age,
carriage return,
fight,
left margin,
line,
margin,
poetic line,
sound,
time,
typewriter,
wall
4.12.2017
step back
The poet talks the prose line back from the edge.
Labels:
edge,
margin,
poetic line,
poetry v. prose,
prose
2.23.2017
5.21.2015
rough edge
The right margin of line endings competing with the deckle edge of the page.
Labels:
deckle,
edge,
line ending,
margin,
materiality,
page,
right margin,
rough,
visual form
2.11.2014
5.25.2007
basic formal constraint
The basic formal constraint in contemporary poetry is the width (8.5’’) and length (11”) of a standard-size sheet of paper, along with its typical margin widths.
Labels:
formal constraint,
margin,
page
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