January 31st Poetic Ticker Clicking
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with the Oxford Professor of Poetry comparing the work of the Poet Laureate to Mills & Boon.
to encourage Chinese to stage their own anti-government protests, Li [Dunyong] said. He said that Zhu [Yufu] denied the charges and denied posting the poem to any public online forum. He said he only shared it with friends.
as extinct, he [Adonis] says: "What is civilisation? It's the creation of something new, like a painting. A people that no longer creates becomes a consumer of the products of others. That's what I mean by the Arabs being finished--not as a people, but as a creative presence."
from his seemingly effortless stage presence to his ability, at 77-years-old, to look hipper than every bohemian skirted girl and bearded nerd-hipster hybrid in the audience--suggests that this is a man who is, innately, an artist in every sense. Including a keen eye for the aesthetic, "There's lint all over my black jacket," he told us, irritably brushing off his well-fit buttonless peacoat, "It's making me very unhappy."
two decades, Boland plays increasingly original and confident variations on traditional forms, myths, and themes. Again, she is often at her best when subtly reworking Yeats. In the witty and erotic "Song" (1975), she uses a rough-hewn Yeatsian ballad to overturn Yeats' typical formula of a doomed male pursuing an unattainable female ideal. Here the woman pursues--and succeeds:
and a lovely doorstop (all 1090 pages of it)--and it really belongs on the corner of every writer's desk for inspiration. Here is an Australian anthology of unprecedented scope and density, the wonder being that this range of verse has issued from so young and, until recently, so sparsely populated a nation. Actually, it reaches back to the First Fleet. Even those not drawn to poetry will find, and quite likely enjoy, familiar warhorses, while there will be surprises for all but exhaustive scholars.
here at the back of the class, and grant that The Complete Poems is an almost fanatically painstaking and altogether admirable piece of work. The publishers, though betraying a hint of desperation in their efforts to make the volume seem attractive to the common poetry reader--is there such a creature?--are right when they urge that "Archie Burnett's commentary establishes [Larkin] as a more complex and more literary poet than many readers have suspected." That it does, and much else besides.
said Wolfgang Kubin, the German Sinologist, in a public lecture on Chinese modern poetry on Nov 24. He then contradicted himself in a carefully phrased way: "It is, however, still living. It lives at the edge of society unnoticed by the majority. Its readers are the few people who really appreciate good literature."
as a geopolitical columnist and author of books on criminal matters, but his first three books were poetry collections.
poetry collection by Jonathan Galassi. Read more about Mr. Galassi and "Left-handed."
hide behind a mask of anonymity and expose our lowest, our most intimate concerns before an audience that may include the entire world.
is a compilation of 11 poems taken from [Vikram] Seth's translations of the 8th-century Chinese poet Du Fu. The language has a remarkably direct, almost naive fullness of rhythm and rhyme ("From Changan walls white-headed crows took flight/And cawed upon the Western Gate at night").
I used to write short plays for schools. In 1994, I was asked by a publisher if I could come up with something based on a folk story. I unearthed this tale about a girl who goes for a walk in a forest and meets a tiger who threatens to eat her. Thinking quickly, she says: "I'm the queen of the forest: if you eat me, everyone else will take revenge on you." It's a lesson in how to harness a greater power than your own. I decided to turn the girl into a mouse and add some more predators--and at that point I thought: "This has the makings of a good picture book."
would lay down a pristine spoken-word version of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven . . .
around two-thirds of all books and 80% of fiction. They belong more frequently to book clubs, which are skewed towards female authors writing about female experiences, "the publishing industry has noticed this trend in reading habits", and it's the "midlist male author who writes about males" who is suffering.
the speaker: he does not worship, probably doubts the very existence of Deity, likely is convinced that those who do "worship" are not as intelligent as he is, but . . . he has a slight inkling, a backburner mini-thought that if those silly worshippers are correct, then well, he's got it covered. He has one of those silly Bibles, and if you don't believe it, well, it's right over there. See!
was a poetry nominee for "The Chameleon Couch" and Pulitzer finalist Bruce Smith was chosen for "Devotions." Other poetry finalists were Forrest Gander's "Core Samples from the World"; Aracelis Girmay's "Kingdom Animalia" and Laura Kasischke's "Space, in Chains."
She was very well regarded. Ellen Bryant Voigt started the program, and it's a testimony to her wisdom that she gathered these people, because nobody was a big deal. Heather [McHugh] was thirty-three or thirty-four, [Robert] Hass was thirty-eight, Louise [Glück] was thirty-eight, [Charlie] Simic was probably forty, Toby [Wolff] was thirty-three or thirty-four, Geoffrey [Wolff] was maybe thirty-eight. None of these people had made any money. Frank Conroy made a little money with Stop-Time. Oh my god, and Ray [Carver]. Ray was the first person we knew who made a lot of money. It was astonishing to everyone.
by Brad Ricca
and working in the Washington, D.C., area, and she shares with many of us the experience of preparing one's self for a visit to the dentist. Do you, too, give your teeth an especially thorough brushing before entering that waiting room?
we now know that De rerum natura was the principal Latin influence on the greatest of Roman poets, Virgil, in emulation in his Georgics and refutation in The Aeneid--it's hard to overstate how radically prescient and threatening the philosophy that underlies it is. [Stephen] Greenblatt does a marvellous job of showing how, through the millennia, admirers of Lucretius, from Cicero to Poggio to his first English translator, Lucy Hutchinson, went to great lengths to gloss their enthusiasm for the poem as an aesthetic object with an incredulity towards its philosophical message. Even today, readers of this column may well find what Lucretius thinks "offensive." He's the only ancient poet whose ideas are still radical.
lives in Belfast, a town of poets and artists. In these two brave poems she describes the sudden death of her husband, and his mysterious return.
as the earlier book did, on a grounding in Kant's Critique of Pure Judgement: For Kant, as for Stewart, poems (and works of art in general) cannot be made in good faith with a predetermined outcome. Like persons, they set their own agendas. Like persons, they must be singular. Like persons, they must resist the intentions and goals even of their own makers. At the core of Poetry and the Fate of the Senses was the belief that "the face-to-face encounter we have with an artwork is deeply embedded in the meanings and conventions we bring to face-to-face encounters with persons." Poems are literally stand-ins for individuals in all their complexity, but complexity is only something that can be expressed in the exercise of freedom. This is what "useless" art is for.
"the death of a man still solemnly altered the space and time of a social group that could be extended to include the entire community," noted the historian Philippe Ariès.
work on the Eastenders spin-off E20, and are deliberately scripting overuse of teenspeak in the character Fatboy.
the reader can enjoy "Francesca of Rimini" as a poem in its own right. The personal touches--the infidelities, if you like--are not slips, but planned insurgencies, and part of the poem's tough vitality. And when Byron risks using feminine endings (surely associated in his mind with comedy and irony) there is pleasure for the ear, as well as a little humour ("the long-sighed-for smile of her"). The concluding lines have a sense of dramatic fatality that is hard to resist. Even the harsh "smote" earns its place by contributing to the rich alliterative music.
Maxine Kumin's "Which One" with a Science Times essay by Natalie Angier, "The Creature Connection."
part grave, hushed, reverent--even before such things as a dead leaf falling from a tree--but it rises suddenly into piquancy, laughter and mischief. From the homeless person speaking to his only companion and auditor, his body, to a man's vivid lust for the village head's wife, these poems gather into sublime forms the many strands and sounds of both world and mind.
Me and My Big Sister
less in its content, and more in its connotations.
by Tracy K. Smith
is the one I wrote on the day that the stock market lost so much of its value, I was coming home from the store, and I actually saw this immigrant who was selling--or trying to sell--no one was actually approaching him--these scorpions made of what looked like twisted electrical wire.
but the title tries: It sounds like "book" and "box," and "nix" and "knocks," maybe even "knick-knack." To elegize her brother, Anne Carson has packed a study of night and nothingness in a cardboard container whose lid resembles a door, complete with the cut-out image of a keyhole. Through the keyhole, we glimpse a photograph of Carson's brother, in swimming trunks and goggles, expression unreadable. Swinging the lid upward to reveal the book within, we see that illustration again, on the cover. In Nox, doors lead to other doors, and questions to further questions, creating a confusion that alternately enchants and annoys. Soon enough, we realize Nox isn't a book at all, but a long sheet of paper folded up like an accordion.
The opening cluster of dactyls, reprised more slowly at the end of the poem, provides a rhythm against which the other lines are played off in a series of variations. And the form suits the subject. Tragedy is universal but every lament is unique. [Michael] Donaghy's death in 2004 was that familiar thing, a great loss to poetry, but his spell-binding music and lyric tenderness offer some consolation. As David Wheatley said in a review of Donaghy's Collected Poems, published in 2009, "Poetry this good runs deep . . . . [His] heartbreaking song is more than proof against drowning."
Gus Van Sant, Katherine Dunn as well as Kesey who met Marty [Christensen] circa 1972 at a poetry reading downtown at Fool's Paradise, a dank, dungeonly off-Burnside dive where the Mexican bartender suffered a speech impediment to two languages and where performers including "the world's tallest midget" Bob Dylan look-a-like Corky Hubbard performed songs like "So Sorry I Came on Your Dress" and "Sleep with One Eye Open, Moshe Dayan." One night Kesey came into the tavern with Prankster second-in-command Ken Babbs. They set up an applause-o-meter in the back of the gloomy beer mill as Marty was reading from a portfolio of poems.
literary magazine Origin, edited by Cid Corman, Theodore Enslin, who has died aged 86, was often associated with the Black Mountain school of poetry. Indeed, his long poems, particularly Ranger, share the scale of Charles Olson's, and many of his shorter works can be as perfectly focused and crystalline as Robert Creeley's. While Olson's landmark essay Projective Verse set out the template for poetry with lines based on the human breath, Enslin's avant-garde work most often followed the structures of musical forms.
published and also founded a new genre of Urdu poetry called Azad Ghazal.
essays, poems and short stories. Her debut book, The Cockerels and Other Stories, was published in 1974 and her breakthrough came in 2000 with The Second Man, which was nominated for the Ako literature prize.
short stories in Kale ruzi (Black Rose), a Romani anthology, [Vladimír] Oláh went on to be the first Roma accepted into the Czech Association of Writers. In 2006 he received the Milena Huebschmannova literary prize for his contribution to Romany literature.
were poetry, drawing, and the theater arts.