Showing posts with label talk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talk. Show all posts

10.03.2025

talk talk

Try not to talk your way out of a poem. It’s going to take too long.

6.10.2025

what they don't say

Gamblers don’t talk about their losses and poets don’t talk about their rejections.

6.10.2023

usual speech

Poet, read aloud the way you talk.

3.06.2022

talking to oneself

Some poets eventually talk on and on to themselves.

[Thinking of Ammons’ late books.]

11.13.2017

gaseous body

If this long poem was an astronomical body, it would be classified as a ‘gas giant’.

12.10.2016

talk it out, way out

The poem crossed over from talk poetry to just crazy talk.

3.28.2015

enemy me

P.S.: You have said that being a very good craftsman is a problem for you as a poet. How is this so?

Wright: Because my chief enemy in poetry is glibness. My family background is partly Irish, and this mean many things, but linguistically it means that it is too easy to talk sometimes. I keep thinking of Horace's idea which Byron so accurately expressed in a letter to Murray: "Easy writing is damned hard reading." I suffer from glibness. I speak and write too easily. Stanley Kunitz has been a master of mine, and he tells me that he suffers from the same problem. His books are very short, as mine are, and he has struggled and struggled to strip them down. There are poets, I have no doubt, who achieve some kind of natural gift, the difficulty that one needs. Because whatever else poetry is, it is a struggle, and the enemy, the deadly enemy of poetry, is glibness. And that is why I have struggled to strip my poems down.

—James Wright, in a 1972 interview with Peter Stitt, James Wright: A Profile (Logbridge-Rhodes, Inc., 1988) edited by Frank Graziano and Peter Stitt.

10.20.2011

walk and talk

I was from German and Scandinavian working farmer/logger/fisherman world of pre-WWII Puget Sound, Allen from the New York City Immigrant Left. We met in a backyard in Berkeley, and again in Kenneth Rexroth's wood-floored apartment in the foggy Avenues zone of San Francisco...We argued a lot and were not easy on each other. I made him walk more, and he made me talk more. It was good for both of us.

—Gary Snyder, introduction to The Selected Letters of Allen Ginsberg and Gary Snyder (Counterpoint, 2008)