In the image, imbalance suggests movement, a movement toward balance and stability.
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The image is the unlocked door between the adjoining rooms of imagination and memory.
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The poem is not a system for the reproduction of images, but one for the making of images.
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The image allows us to experience time as if it were a landscape.
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Through the image, memory forestalls the ephemeral.
—Eric Pankey, from “The Image,” Vestiges: Notes, Responses & Essays, 1988-2018 (Parlor Press, 2019)
3.15.2020
the image
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balance,
ephemeral,
eric pankey,
image,
imagination,
landscape,
memory,
movement,
reproduction
3.14.2020
first poem
Remember the excitement, even thrall, of composing your first real poem, however rudimentary: the images, the turns of phrase, the surprises of diction, pattern and word sounds, etc. In a sense every poem written since is a grasping after that first experience.
Labels:
experience,
first,
first poem,
grasping,
images,
poetry is,
rudimentary,
thrall,
youth
3.13.2020
paper bandages
Some poems are bandages for the wounds of the soul, the lacerations of the spirit.
Labels:
bandages,
laceration,
soul,
spirit,
wounds
3.10.2020
text takes a backseat
Even the broadside seems to have sacrificed the simple virtues of text to visual impact.
Labels:
broadside,
impact,
letterpress,
text,
visual,
visual art
3.09.2020
3.08.2020
skim off the best
The poet skims off the best of life and puts it in his work. That’s why his work is beautiful and his life is bad.
—Leo Tolstoy
[A Writer’s Commonplace Book (Michael O’Mara Books Ltd., 2006), compiled and edited by Rosemary Friedman.]
—Leo Tolstoy
[A Writer’s Commonplace Book (Michael O’Mara Books Ltd., 2006), compiled and edited by Rosemary Friedman.]
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bad,
beautiful,
best,
commonplace book,
leo tolstoy,
life,
poet is,
skim
3.07.2020
3.06.2020
range of years
As a young poet he imagined himself a Rimbaud, but after twenty years at the university he’d become John Crowe Ransom.
Labels:
arthur rimbaud,
carrer,
john crowe ransom,
poet is,
time,
university,
youth
3.03.2020
3.02.2020
wordless moment
The image, though composed of words, adds a moment of nonverbal sensing to the poem.
3.01.2020
well-made well-worn
Often the talk of craft, the importance of craft, belies a conservative approach when it comes to art-making.
Labels:
approach,
art-making,
conservative,
craft
2.29.2020
metaphor go ahead
Our metaphors go on ahead of us, they know before we do. And thank goodness for that, for if I were dependent on other ways of coming to knowledge I think I'd be a very slow study. I need something to serve as a container for emotion and idea, a vessel that can hold what's too slippery or charged or difficult to touch.
—Mark Doty, “Souls on Ice”
—Mark Doty, “Souls on Ice”
2.28.2020
parochial dialect
Many artists utter universals when they speak of process, composition, creation, etc.; when, at most, they should be speaking in a parochial dialect.
2.27.2020
all marked
The dream of a perfect commonplace book wherein each page might be marked or underlined as a place to return to.
2.26.2020
famous flaws
Flaws in a work become attributes over time: We accept and then praise the author/artist for not seeing the missteps.
2.25.2020
stacking up
When a book gets delivered to your home before you have finished the last one ordered.
Labels:
books,
buying books,
problem,
reading,
stacks
2.24.2020
somewhere in the margins
Awake, it’s trickier business, this saying
so deliberately what we can only hope means anything.
Especially when we’re at it this late, weighing words
until they somehow seem to matter, until
we look at them again in the next day’s excruciating light
and realize mostly we stayed up all night for not nearly enough.
[…]
And you wherever you are,
with your own frantic pages of notes to get back to,
another night drunk down to the cold bottom of the cup,
imagining an even better poem somewhere in the margins
of the best you can do right now,
you know how that one goes.
—David Clewell, from “This Book Belongs to Susan Someone,” Blessings in Disguise (Viking Penguin, 1991, The National Poetry Series)
[I've been away from St. Louis for 35 years, but David was a poet I was close to in my last few years there.]
so deliberately what we can only hope means anything.
Especially when we’re at it this late, weighing words
until they somehow seem to matter, until
we look at them again in the next day’s excruciating light
and realize mostly we stayed up all night for not nearly enough.
[…]
And you wherever you are,
with your own frantic pages of notes to get back to,
another night drunk down to the cold bottom of the cup,
imagining an even better poem somewhere in the margins
of the best you can do right now,
you know how that one goes.
—David Clewell, from “This Book Belongs to Susan Someone,” Blessings in Disguise (Viking Penguin, 1991, The National Poetry Series)
[I've been away from St. Louis for 35 years, but David was a poet I was close to in my last few years there.]
Labels:
ars poetica,
business,
david clewell,
light,
marginalia,
margins,
night,
obituary,
poem is
2.23.2020
critical making
All artists are critics by means of their making certain things rather than others, and by making those things in certain ways rather than others.
2.22.2020
not less or more
If Woolf is your source text, your erasure poem can't go wrong: Every word in the text was well tested before you came along with your eraser.
Labels:
erase,
erasure poem,
technique,
test,
text,
virginia woolf
2.20.2020
subject extent
Some poets change subject matter poem to poem; others change subject matter only after exhausting a series of poems related to a single subject.
Labels:
exhaust,
sequence,
series,
subject matter
2.19.2020
genre renegade
I’ve never accepted that Joyce’s works are classed prose and not poetry.
Labels:
fiction,
genre,
james joyce,
poetry,
poetry v. prose,
prose
2.18.2020
2.17.2020
under grandeur, grandeur under
The business of the poet and novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things, and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.
—Thomas Hardy, from 1885 notebook; quoted in The Life of Thomas Hardy, p. 171
—Thomas Hardy, from 1885 notebook; quoted in The Life of Thomas Hardy, p. 171
2.16.2020
little done well
Most poems fail because they accomplish very well so little.
Labels:
accomplish,
ambition,
fail,
subject
2.15.2020
the time it took
He said he’d written the poem only today, which was true, as much as it was true that the poem had been composed over the better part of his life.
Labels:
composition,
life,
time,
today
2.14.2020
2.10.2020
members only
A poet who desperately wanted to join club Avant-Garde.
Labels:
avant garde,
club,
join
2.09.2020
priceless poetry
Poetry stands in resistance to this commercial culture. It is not about acquiring material wealth; instead, it’s about human insight, genuine human connectivity, and promotes mindfulness and awakening. In that way, poetry is priceless.
—Arthur Sze, Tricycle: The Buddhist Review, Interview with Arthur Sze by Kenji C. Liu, Jan 26, 2020.
—Arthur Sze, Tricycle: The Buddhist Review, Interview with Arthur Sze by Kenji C. Liu, Jan 26, 2020.
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arthur sze,
awakening,
commercial,
culture,
human,
insight,
material,
mindfulness,
priceless,
wealth,
what's poetry for
2.04.2020
wait it out
He’d become much more willing to wait for a poem to come.
Labels:
inspiration,
time,
wait
2.03.2020
2.02.2020
red zone
When writing the last 20 lines of a poem, the poet is in the red zone.
[On Super Bowl LIV Sunday]
[On Super Bowl LIV Sunday]
2.01.2020
solo act
The poetry reading turned into a one-person play.
Labels:
drama,
performance,
play,
poetry reading
1.29.2020
waist deep and weilding
The intrepid poet wades into language without fear.
Labels:
aspiration,
fear,
intrepid,
language,
poet is
1.28.2020
music before content
A poet's attunement to the activity of his speech organs can trigger corresponding aural (phonic) 'ideas', in which case a poem's sound structure is tied to the poet's phonic imagination, and the sequence of speech organ movements or sequence of phonic imaginings marks the inception of poetic thinking. That's what poets mean when they say that poetry begins with sound. Schiller, for instance, would often hear "a poem's music in [his] soul first, before having a clear idea of its content" (cited in Ernest Dupré and Marcel Nathan, le langage musical: Étude medico-psychologique, 1911)
—L. P. Yakubinsky, On Language and Poetry (Upper West Side Philosophers, 2018), trans. by Michael Eskin.
—L. P. Yakubinsky, On Language and Poetry (Upper West Side Philosophers, 2018), trans. by Michael Eskin.
1.27.2020
mind made
Imagination is not experience. Imagination is experience manqué.
Labels:
experience,
imagination,
manqué
1.25.2020
1.24.2020
where to begin
Knowing there was so much of the poet to read, I found it hard to start.
Labels:
begin,
collected poems,
length,
oeuvre,
start
1.23.2020
1.22.2020
woven design
A poem as intricately patterned as an oriental rug.
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intricate,
oriental rug,
pattern,
poem is,
rug
1.20.2020
wrong blocks
After Harry Thurston Peck, editor of The Bookman, had reviewed Robinson's first collection, finding the author's "humor is of a grim sort, and the world is not beautiful to him, but a prison house."
[Robinson responded in the letter to Peck.] "I'm sorry to learn that I have painted myself in such lugubrious colors..." [Going on to say:]
“The world is not a prison house, but a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.”
―Edwin Arlington Robinson, quoted in Edward Arlington Robinson: A Poet's Life, by Scott Donaldson.
[Robinson responded in the letter to Peck.] "I'm sorry to learn that I have painted myself in such lugubrious colors..." [Going on to say:]
“The world is not a prison house, but a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.”
―Edwin Arlington Robinson, quoted in Edward Arlington Robinson: A Poet's Life, by Scott Donaldson.
Labels:
blocks,
critic,
e. a. robinson,
editor,
god,
grim,
kindergarten,
letter,
prison house,
review,
world
1.18.2020
1.17.2020
1.15.2020
library of the mind
He closed his eyes and saw in his mind where all his books were, those shelved and those stacked on their sides. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t find the one title he was looking for.
1.14.2020
1.12.2020
drives on
The truck-driver poet looked at each exit ramp as a possible ending before he speeded past.
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ending,
exit,
lives of the poets,
occupation,
truck driver
1.11.2020
wind flow
[Episodes of Eccentrics Among Haikai Poets, 1816, compiled by Takenouchi Gengen’ichi] begins its description of Sutejo this way:
[…] From a very young age, she showed signs of a poetic turn of mind. In the winter of her sixth year, she made:
Yuki no asa ni no ji ni no ji no geta no ata
Morning snow: figure two figure two wooden clogs marks
Because of this, one year she received a poem from someone exalted:
Kayahara no oshi ya suti oku tsuyu no tama
Too good to be left in a weedy field: this drop of dew.
The original word for what’s given as “a poetic turn of mind” is fūryū, literally “wind flow”—an expression that can’t be translated to anyone’s satisfaction. It refers to a liking for things somewhat unworldly or transcendental or the object of that inclination, such as poetry. Among its synonyms is fūga, which carries a greater dose of “elegance” or “refinement.” Another synonym, fūkyō, suggests “poetic dementia.” Any haikai person must be imbued with fūryū, fūga, or fūkyō.
—Hiroaki Sato, On Haiku (New Directions, 2018)
[…] From a very young age, she showed signs of a poetic turn of mind. In the winter of her sixth year, she made:
Yuki no asa ni no ji ni no ji no geta no ata
Morning snow: figure two figure two wooden clogs marks
Because of this, one year she received a poem from someone exalted:
Kayahara no oshi ya suti oku tsuyu no tama
Too good to be left in a weedy field: this drop of dew.
The original word for what’s given as “a poetic turn of mind” is fūryū, literally “wind flow”—an expression that can’t be translated to anyone’s satisfaction. It refers to a liking for things somewhat unworldly or transcendental or the object of that inclination, such as poetry. Among its synonyms is fūga, which carries a greater dose of “elegance” or “refinement.” Another synonym, fūkyō, suggests “poetic dementia.” Any haikai person must be imbued with fūryū, fūga, or fūkyō.
—Hiroaki Sato, On Haiku (New Directions, 2018)
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clogs,
dementia,
elegence,
flow,
haiku,
hiroaki sato,
japanese poetry,
transcendental,
wind
1.10.2020
one among many
Each of us playing a small part in the poetry’s panoply.
Labels:
art of poetry,
panoply,
part
1.09.2020
dog-ear bookmark
The dog-eared page could mark an important passage, a run of words to return to, or it could mean a stopping place, when then where the book was closed, set aside and never opened again.
1.08.2020
with all they have
The worst of the formalist poets are most vehemently opposed to free verse.
Labels:
against,
formalist,
free verse
1.07.2020
dark passage
You knew going in, this was a poem you’d be lucky to elucidate.
Labels:
critic,
critical attention,
difficult poem,
elucidate,
luck
1.05.2020
let there be dancing
When writing finally returned to Greece, in the eighth century B.C., the new Greek writing, its users, and its uses were very different. The writing was no longer an ambiguous syllabary mixed with logograms but an alphabet borrowed from the Phoenician consonantal alphabet and improved by the Greek invention of vowels. In place of lists of sheep, legible only to scribes and read only in palaces, Greek alphabetic writing from the moment of its appearance was a vehicle of poetry and humor, to be read in private homes. For instance, the first preserved example of Greek alphabetic writing, scratched onto an Athenian wine jug of about 740 B.C., is a line of poetry announcing a dancing contest: “Whoever of all dancers performs most nimbly will win this vase as a prize.”
—Jared Diamond, Guns, Germs, and Steel (W. W. Norton & Co., 1999)
—Jared Diamond, Guns, Germs, and Steel (W. W. Norton & Co., 1999)
Labels:
alphabet,
contest,
dance,
greek writing,
uses of language,
vowels,
writing system
1.04.2020
book of spells
The fortune-teller poet thought you wouldn’t notice that her book of spells was a battered unabridged dictionary.
Labels:
dictionary,
fortune-teller,
occupation,
spell,
words
1.03.2020
1.01.2020
12.29.2019
wary of the way forward
When it came to advanced practices in poetry and the arts, he was avant-guarded.
Labels:
advance,
avant garde,
conservative,
guarded,
joke
12.28.2019
white goat with ribbon & bell
Emily Dickinson had an amazing imagination, but so did her nephew, who came home from school one day in tears, having been berated by his teacher—perhaps even whacked—for having told the class about the white goat who lived in the attic. He was attacked for being a dreamer, a liar, someone who made things up. Upon hearing this, Emily was furious, beside herself with fury, and said that the teacher could come to the house and see for herself the white goat in the attic, for indeed it lived there, Emily had seen it, there it was, munching a pile of grass under the beams.
This anecdote is the only thing I remember from reading a five-hundred-plus-page biography of the poet. I am not even vaguely interested in the men, or the women, or any of that other stuff; I’m interested in the goat, whom I love as if it were mine own, and though I don’t have an attic, I have a place in my head where it can live, and go on living, as I feed it daily with mounds of fresh cut grass. Over the years, it has been given a blue ribbon round its neck, from which dangles a silver bell.
—Mary Ruefle, On Imagination (Sarabande Books, Quarternote Chapbook Series #13, 2017)
This anecdote is the only thing I remember from reading a five-hundred-plus-page biography of the poet. I am not even vaguely interested in the men, or the women, or any of that other stuff; I’m interested in the goat, whom I love as if it were mine own, and though I don’t have an attic, I have a place in my head where it can live, and go on living, as I feed it daily with mounds of fresh cut grass. Over the years, it has been given a blue ribbon round its neck, from which dangles a silver bell.
—Mary Ruefle, On Imagination (Sarabande Books, Quarternote Chapbook Series #13, 2017)
Labels:
attic,
emily dickinson,
goat,
imagination,
mary ruefle
12.27.2019
12.26.2019
12.22.2019
12.21.2019
dig site
The critic approached a poem like the site of an archeological dig. Much time, care and cataloging was involved in unearthing its artifacts.
Labels:
archaeology,
critic,
critical method
12.20.2019
against artifice
The poets I most admire need no artifice.
[The language itself being a necessary artifice.]
[The language itself being a necessary artifice.]
12.19.2019
well-stocked inventory
The poem was like entering a store filled floor to ceiling with racks of good words.
Labels:
inventory,
racks,
store,
vocabulary,
words
12.18.2019
winslow homer
The consummate designer of the great compositions based his design upon the same acute observation that delights us in the sketches; the brilliant sketcher, though he does not carry design to its ultimate perfection, is yet always a born designer, so that almost any one of his sketches has the possibility of a great picture in it, and his slightest note is a whole, not a mere fragment.
—Kenneth Cox, What is Painting?: Winslow Homer and Other Essays (W. W. Norton, 1988).
—Kenneth Cox, What is Painting?: Winslow Homer and Other Essays (W. W. Norton, 1988).
Labels:
composition,
design,
fragment,
observation,
painting,
sketch,
whole,
winslow homer
12.14.2019
from another room
Allusions are the like voices half-heard from adjoining rooms.
Labels:
allusion,
half-heard,
room,
voices
12.13.2019
life of lyn lifshin
A curious case. The compulsion to publish so much; everything seemingly. Long ago, as an editor of a litmag, facing the onslaught of those submissions...the overstuffed envelopes would show up even as one had just rejected the last batch. There were some gems therein. But it was also absurd: Was there some warehouse, full of long tables and typewriters, where low-paid workers typed poems in the style of Lyn Lifshin? The sheaves gathered every 30 minutes, wheeled on a cart into the folding department, then on to the envelope lickers, tongues hanging out, in the sealing department. A mail bag full of envelopes left on the loading dock, addressed to dozens of far-flung little magazines.
In another era would she have made her fame as one of the Instapoets?
In another era would she have made her fame as one of the Instapoets?
12.12.2019
sing it, speak it
From a documentary on Fairport Convention, a musician quoted Martin Carthy as saying, “The worst thing you could do to a folk song is not to sing it.”
The worst thing you could do to a poem is not to speak it.
The worst thing you could do to a poem is not to speak it.
Labels:
folk song,
martin carthy,
neglect,
speak,
substitution of terms,
worst
12.10.2019
whatever is of use
Poetry takes bits and pieces from all the arts, humanities and sciences.
Labels:
arts,
humanities,
poetry is,
science,
take
12.09.2019
12.08.2019
describe or explain
The subject was science, and I heard a useful distinction made between ‘describing’ and ‘explaining’. The former is more open to alternative interpretations of what the thing/phenomenon is, showing us what there is to experience. The latter is more closed, trying to say why it is and why it is the way it is.
12.06.2019
dull edge
He’s been describing himself as being cutting-edge for so long, you would think he’d have cut through something by now.
Labels:
avant garde,
cutting edge,
self-promotion
12.05.2019
12.04.2019
no explanation for it
If you want to annoy a poet, explain his poetry.
—Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Bed of Procrustes: Practical and Philosophical Aphorisms (Random House, 2016)
—Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Bed of Procrustes: Practical and Philosophical Aphorisms (Random House, 2016)
12.03.2019
crosscut saw
The right margin is a serrated edge, and this poem is going saw you in half.
Labels:
edge,
emotion,
half,
poetic line,
right margin,
serrated,
stakes
12.02.2019
12.01.2019
happening in there
Psychiatry and psychology take the study of emotions seriously, but poetry is the lab of emotions.
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emotions,
lab,
poetry is,
psychiatry,
psychology,
science,
study
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