Showing posts with label real. Show all posts
Showing posts with label real. Show all posts
8.24.2026
2.17.2026
physical response
I think it’s that combustible interaction between the arbitrary imagination and the real that produces Dickinson’s physical response, a sensation I myself have had, once on a plane after reading the first pages of the Danish poet Inger Christensen’s book-length poem, Alphabet. Reading those first few lines, I felt a fizzy, rushing heat rise from my stomach to my throat. I couldn’t wait to read the next page, and the next, and the next. It also made me want to re-create this experience in words for myself.
Another way of saying it: I know I’m in the presence of poetry when I, too, want to write it.
—Paisley Rekdal, Real Toads, Imaginary Gardens: On Reading and Writing Forensically (Norton, 2024)
Another way of saying it: I know I’m in the presence of poetry when I, too, want to write it.
—Paisley Rekdal, Real Toads, Imaginary Gardens: On Reading and Writing Forensically (Norton, 2024)
7.11.2021
1.01.2021
4.09.2020
obscure grasping
The poetry that comes into being as a result of the working
of the creative intuition upon poetic knowledge therefore reveals both an “obscure
grasping of the real” and “an obscure grasping of the soul of the poet.” Maritain
calls the former the “direct” sign of a poetic act and the latter a “reverse”
sign of the same act. Both signs are inextricably involved in the making of a
poem.
For if at the source of the poetic
act there is the experience which I have tried to describe, in which the
obscure grasping of the real, resounding in the creative subjectivity, is at
the same time an obscure grasping of the soul of the poet, it will be necessary
that the work be made a manifestation of both at once. This work is an object,
and must always maintain its consistency and its proper value as an object, and
at the same time it is a sign, at once a “direct” sign of the secrets perceived
in things, of their avowal, of some irrecusable verity of their nature or history,
transpierced by the creative intuition, and a “reverse” sign of the substance
of the poet in the art of spiritual communication and revealing itself to itself.
[Jacques and Raïssa Maritain, The Situation of Poetry(Philosophical Library,
1955), p 84]
Samuel Hazo, The World within the Word: Maritain and the Poet (Franciscan U. Press, 2018)
7.25.2018
false dualities
Beware nevertheless of false dualities: classical and romantic, real and ideal, reason and instinct, mind and matter, male and female—all should be merged into each other (as a Taoists merged their Yin and Yang in the Tao) and should be regarded as two aspects of one idea. […]
Yet ridiculous as may seem the dualities in conflict at a given time, it does not follow that dualism is a worthless process. The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.
—Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave: A Word Cycle by Palinurus (Persea Press, 1981; first published in Curwen Press in 1944)
Yet ridiculous as may seem the dualities in conflict at a given time, it does not follow that dualism is a worthless process. The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.
—Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave: A Word Cycle by Palinurus (Persea Press, 1981; first published in Curwen Press in 1944)
11.27.2016
close encounters
In poetry there is almost no distinction between the real and the paranormal.
Labels:
paranormal,
real
8.14.2015
10.30.2013
refuge for the real
Poetry as the last refuge for those still possessed with a feeling for what is real.
2.21.2012
en plein air
A nature poem in which you could see sky behind the text.
Labels:
nature poetry,
real,
sky,
text
10.19.2011
5.22.2010
rewritten in realtime
I woke from the dream of the poem and rewrote it in language of the real.
Labels:
dream poem,
language,
real
12.27.2008
closer to real
Surrealism gathers strength when it hews closest to the real.
Labels:
real,
surrealism
7.19.2008
plain sight
Plain sight is poetry because real seeing is such a rare phenomenon.
Labels:
phenomenon,
real,
seeing,
sight
11.14.2007
what is not seen
The image owes neither its principle nor its power to what is visually given. To justify the poet’s conviction and the image’s frequency and naturalness, we must integrate with it those constituents that we do not see, and whose nature is not visual. They are in fact those by which material imagination is made manifest. Only a psychology of the material imagination could explain this image in its real totality, in its real life.
—Gaston Bachelard, L’Eau et le rêves
(translated by Jean-Claude Margolin, in Bachelard’s Philosophy and Poetics, 1989, Center for Advanced Research in Phenomenology & University Press of America)
—Gaston Bachelard, L’Eau et le rêves
(translated by Jean-Claude Margolin, in Bachelard’s Philosophy and Poetics, 1989, Center for Advanced Research in Phenomenology & University Press of America)
9.12.2007
banish muse and daimon
Banish both the muse and daimon. Let inspiration arise solely from the real.
Labels:
charge,
daimon,
inspiration,
muse,
real
1.21.2007
living in poetry
That’s what I shall call living in poetry: prolonging the real not by the fantastic, the marvelous, images of paradise, but by trying to live what is concrete in its true dimension, living one’s daily life in what one might call, perhaps, the epic of the real.
To define the verb to live would be a whole philosophy. And nothing at all.
We can amuse ourselves defining poetry, but we do not define sensations.
—Guillevic
Living in Poetry: Interviews with Guillevic,translated from the French by Maureen Smith(The Dedalus Press, 1999) p. 11
To define the verb to live would be a whole philosophy. And nothing at all.
We can amuse ourselves defining poetry, but we do not define sensations.
—Guillevic
Living in Poetry: Interviews with Guillevic,translated from the French by Maureen Smith(The Dedalus Press, 1999) p. 11
Labels:
concrete,
daily,
definition,
french poetry,
guillevic,
life,
quote,
real
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