Tuesday, July 29, 2008

July 29th Poetic Ticker Clicking

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Dear Poetry Aficionados,

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American woman poets are featured in the first three articles we link to in News at Eleven, and the last two as well. In fact, you'll find yet more on this theme in our Great Regulars section.

Next month will bring the Beijing Olympics. This event has brought to us many news stories this year about freedom of speech, or the lack there of. When the freedom is lacking, both poets and activists for a better world are put through the ordeal of being persecuted by the feeble-minded puppeteers and puppets of state; captured, prosecuted, and imprisoned in both their insanity and concrete. But isn't it interesting that the meaning behind the Beijing Olympics becomes freedom of speech, although because of its lack instead of its abundance. Instead of a speech feast, there is speech famine.



Yours,
Rus

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News at Eleven: Although composing poems for state occasions

has never been a requirement of the job, Howard Nemerov wrote a poem in 1989 to mark the 200th anniversary of the first meeting of Congress, and Rita Dove composed a poem when the Statue of Freedom was restored to the dome of the Capitol Building in 1993.

So how will Ryan, a self-described "modern hermit," adjust to the post's demands? She expects that 90% of her life will be disrupted. "But I'm ready to be interrupted," she says. "I'm getting tired of myself, tired of inflicting myself on myself. I'm ready to inflict myself on others."

from Time: America's Busiest Poet

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News at Eleven: Grand go the Years,

In the Crescent above them--
Worlds scoop their Arcs--
And Firmaments--row--
Diadems--drop--
And Doges--surrender--
Soundless as Dots,
On a Disc of Snow.

[Thomas Wentworth] Higginson, the radical, was a pious man. [Emily] Dickinson, the dormouse, was a heretic who dared to call the dead suckers, conned of their heaven. Her sweetness of tone makes it easy to miss her bleak audacity. She didn't, it seems, take much of Higginson's advice (which we can only infer from her replies--his half of the correspondence disappeared), except for his suggestion that she delay publishing. But, lost at an anguished crossroads, she needed a Virgil. He had once risked his life to rescue a fugitive slave, and she was, in her way, also a fugitive.

from The New Yorker: Her Own Society: A new reading of Emily Dickinson.

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News at Eleven: [Sharon Olds] laughs. "Well . . . companionship.

And pleasure: musical pleasure, in hearing it--and, to the inner ear, in reading it on the page. And recognition: 'Someone else has felt what I've felt.' And surprise: 'I never thought of that.' Reading poems can give us information about emotional states, or subjects, give us virtual experience which may be very different from our own. Yes! Maybe this is it! I think that the arts are for showing us ourselves--including what's dangerous about us--holding a mirror up to nature."

from The Guardian: Olds' worlds

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News at Eleven: John Ashbery

Planisphere

Mysterious barricades, a headrest (of sorts),

from London Review of Books: John Ashbery: Two Poems

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News at Eleven: Poem: 'Videlicet'

R.F. Langley

Over the reed bed the marsh harriers

from London Review of Books: R.F. Langley: Poem: 'Videlicet'

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News at Eleven: "The first thing is that I am a writer.

I write articles and books. Maybe the government does not like my words and is not satisfied with what I'm saying."

One of Tibet's most famous poets, Woeser, is doing something very unusual. She is a Tibetan woman living in China who is critical of the government, but has somehow managed to avoid public censure. Now she wants a passport, and she is taking legal action against the Beijing government to get it.

from The Irish Times: Tibetan poet undaunted as she takes on the might of China

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News at Eleven: Some of this year's recipients have asked to remain anonymous

because of possible continuing danger to them and their families. Among those are three Iraqi writers and one from Cameroon, China, Uzbekistan, and Vietnam.

Short biographies of those who can be safely publicized follow:

Kamram Mir Hazar (Afghanistan), 32, poet, essayist, journalist and blogger, was picked up outside the Kabul office of Internews Network on July 4, 2007 and held in incommunicado detention for five days under conditions that he likened to Guantanamo. After his release, he was kept under surveillance. He and his wife, Zahra, began living at the Internews offices to ensure their safety. He was taken into custody again in August 2007, and was questioned and released the same day. In fear of further harassment, Mir Hazar fled to India and applied for resettlement through the UN High Commission for Refugees. He now lives in Jessheim, Norway.

[Also mentioned poets Sakit Zahidov (Azerbaijan), Ricardo González Alfonso (Cuba), Saroop Dhruv (India), Nguan Xuan Nghia (Vietnam), and Nguyen Xuan Tu (Vietnam)]

from Media for Freedom: Banned, Censored, Harassed and Jailed

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News at Eleven: [Mick] Imlah is alive to contradictions,

and the poems move back and forth, unwilling to level judgments.

In "Drink v Drugs", the speaker, worse the wear for alcohol and "worked up about some other matter", apprehends a stoned kid who seems to be smashing up a phone box. The youth dares the concerned narrator to ring the police, before doing it himself and saying he's been assaulted by a drunk man.

from Telegraph: Macbeth as Othello, and other players

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News at Eleven: "I also realise now that at last,

after all this time, I am not afraid of speaking as myself. I realise that I hadn't before. But now I know that there is nothing else you can do: you come to a point in your life where you don't worry about how you seem to other people. That is where I am now. That really is a huge relief, getting over yourself. And I am getting over myself at last."

[David] Brooks was born in Canberra in 1953 but spent his very early childhood in Greece and Yugoslavia, where his father was an Australian immigration official.

from Brisbane Times: Poet finds a sensual new voice

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News at Eleven: Georgia Woman of the Year Committee, Inc. announced today

that Natasha Trethewey, Professor of English and Phillis Wheatley Distinguished Chair at Emory University has been confirmed as 2008 Georgia Woman of the Year! Nellie Dunaway Duke, Committee Chair, said that Trethewey was chosen as the 13th honoree by the Committee on their first ballot at their annual meeting, has accepted the nomination and set the date for the annual celebratory reception and dinner for Tuesday, July 29, 2008 at 103 WEST in Atlanta.

from The Weekly: Emory Professor Natasha Trethewey Named Georgia Woman of the Year

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News at Eleven (Back Page): Though [Sarah] Manguso claims not to recall

all of her illness, she does know that after "the fourth or fifth hospitalization, I remember just lying in bed for hours every afternoon. I had too much to think about to do anything else. It must have looked as if I weren't doing anything, but I was very busy." Later, describing receiving infusions of gamma globulin, she writes; "I didn't know it at the time, but I was paying attention."

from January Magazine: The Life Best Lived

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Great Regulars: 80/81

By Jon Herbert Arkham

It's been thirty years

from John Mark Eberhart: Parachute: Lament

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Middle Man
By Jon Herbert Arkham

He knows only one

from John Mark Eberhart: Parachute: No guru . . .

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Albatross
By Jon Herbert Arkham

Perhaps the thing was

from John Mark Eberhart: Parachute: A rime

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By Elizabeth Moore

Recorder replays

from John Mark Eberhart: Parachute: Untitled haiku

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Playing Golf with Alice Cooper

By John Mark Eberhart

"That was a terrible putt," he says to me,

from John Mark Eberhart: Parachute: Welcome to my daydream

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Great Regulars: The speaker's questions are not merely rhetorical,

although they do imply that an answer does exist. He then poses another question: who can keep Time from spoiling beauty? By asking these questions, the speaker hints that he knows how to complete these acts of holding back Time's fleet foot and erasing Time's effect on beauty.

from Linda Sue Grimes: Suite101.com: Shakespeare Sonnet 65

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He then explains that it is not merely modern science that informs and delights the soul, but also myths and fables from the around the world. And he is especially enthralled by world religions, "The deep diving bibles and legends."

Next, he celebrates the fact that India was the first land to find the pathway to God.

from Linda Sue Grimes: Suite101.com: Walt Whitman's 'Passage to India'

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Great Regulars: [Allen] Grossman's grand and bardic style

echoes the High Modernist capital-T Tradition that bred both Yeats and Eliot (about whom Grossman has written). He leavens his work with the hilarity of honky tonk and the Borscht Belt. "The Piano Player Explains Himself" is an ars poetica, in which the piano is an actual Messiah--as poetry is, I think, when it's played right.

from Mary Karr: The Washington Post: Poet's Choice

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Great Regulars: From the Garden

by Anne Sexton

Come, my beloved,

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: From the Garden by Anne Sexton

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The Good Nights
by Joseph Mills

On the good nights

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: The Good Nights by Joseph Mills

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Locked Doors
by Anne Sexton

For the angels who inhabit this town,

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Locked Doors by Anne Sexton

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Moment Vanishing
by Elizabeth Spires

Now, in the quietude of evening, the dove comes.

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Moment Vanishing by Elizabeth Spires

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Musée Des Beaux Arts
by W. H. Auden

About suffering they were never wrong,

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Musée Des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden

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Riding the A
by May Swenson

I ride

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Riding the A by May Swenson

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The Snowy Day
by Elizabeth Spires

The last time I saw you, we met for coffee on a snowy day.

from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: The Snowy Day by Elizabeth Spires

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Great Regulars: I'd guess you've all seen a toddler

hold something over the edge of a high-chair and then let it drop, just for the fun of it. Here's a lovely picture of a small child learning the laws of physics. The poet, Joelle Biele, lives in Maryland.

To Katharine: At Fourteen Months

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 174

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Great Regulars: As Beijing goes into overdrive to prepare

for next month's Olympics, Chinese authorities have intensified a crackdown on people they don't want to see in the capital until the Games are over.

China's thousands of petitioners--people trying to lodge complaints over alleged wrongdoing by officials in their home region--are major targets.

from Luisetta Mudie: Radio Free Asia: Beijing Rounds Up Its Unwanted

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Great Regulars: [Kay Ryan] practices dipstick philosophy,

taking a quick reading of the oil in the motor and slamming the hood. She moves away from her themes as rapidly as she engages them, which may be why some critics have compared her to Emily Dickinson, even though her dramatic imagination is far more detached--less blasphemous and exalted--than her predecessor's.

from Meghan O'Rourke: The Outsider Artist: Assessing Kay Ryan, our new poet laureate

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Great Regulars: [Elizabeth] Bartlett herself denied that

she had been neglected as a poet: rather, she said, she had been neglectful about being published. "It suited me to write without an audience," she said, "so that I could do what I wanted without an editor or publisher."

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Elizabeth Bartlett: Compassionate and innovative poet of the fractured self

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Good though the dialect poems are, The Children is unique, a war poem strengthened by a voice that is identifiable with the writer's own. It requires no persona, no special idiom--simply the courage to face facts (a courage [Rudyard] Kipling never lacked), and find plain words and a rolling, liturgical, rhyme-packed rhythm for its expression.

The Children
1914-1918

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: theblogbooks: Poem of the week: The Children by Rudyard Kipling

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Great Regulars: [by Robert Huff]

After the shot the driven feathers rock

from B.T. Shaw: The Oregonian: Poetry

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Great Regulars: If you've experienced or heard of these places,

or know anyone in them, you know that because the inhabitants have, the residents have dementia or Alzheimers, personal belongings just disappear. And at first it's extremely difficult to accept that, because we're holding on so hard to the individuality of the people we love. But then, things change. So, let me read it:

The Withering of Their State

from Belinda Subraman Presents: Judy Kronenfeld: Professor, Scholar, Author, Poet

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Great Regulars: By Rachel Franklin

The world is a spinning ball of darkness

from The Kansas City Star: Between the Lines: ‘Plea for Goodness,' a poem by Rachel Franklin

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Great Regulars: Ancient Anecdotage

by Kathryn Starbuck

As a former

from The New Yorker: Poetry: Ancient Anecdotage




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Before the Storm
by Louise Glück

Rain tomorrow, but tonight the sky is clear, the stars shine.

from The New Yorker: Poetry: Before the Storm


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Great Regulars: Frutas. Growing up in Miami,

any tropical fruit I ate could only be a bad copy of the real fruit of Cuba. Exile meant having to consume false food and knowing it in advance. With joy, my parents and grandmother would encounter Florida-grown mameyes and caimitos at the market. At home, they would take them out of the American bag and describe the taste that I and my older sister would, in a few seconds, be privileged to experience for the first time.

from PBS: Newshour: Poet Ricardo Pau-Llosa Reflects on Influences, Art
also PBS: Newshour: Poet Profile: Ricardo Pau-Llosa
also PBS: Newshour: Poetry Reading by Ricardo Pau-Llosa

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Great Regulars: [by Jack Nyhan]

The Sea

from Portsmouth Herald News: Poem: The Sea

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Great Regulars: "Swifts"

By Dan Chiasson

from Slate: "Swifts" --By Dan Chiasson

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Poetic Obituaries: A freelance writer and journalist, Mrs. [Hazel] Adcock

wrote for several publications and interviewed many national personalities. She later wrote a popular book, "Prairie Hope," which told the story of early Oklahoma history.

She was active in Falls Church and a member of the Women's Club, the garden club, the great books group and was the founder of The Cherry Hill Writers and Poets Society. She was especially fond of poetry.

from Falls Church News-Press: Falls Church Resident Hazel Adcock Dies

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Poetic Obituaries: Apart from singing, Patrick [Carlo]

was also playing various musical instruments including Harmonium and Pedal Organ. He was also a poet and his poems have appeared in various Konkani Magazines like Raknno, Mithr and Amchi Maai.

The Academy of Music Sciences has honoured Patrick for his selfless service to music.

from Mangalorean.com: The Catholic community of Mangalore . . .

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Poetic Obituaries: [James W. Davis Jr.] was famous for his sense

of humor and his poetry and could usually be found at his second home--Seven Oaks Golf Club. Jim's love for music and performing were evident. He was especially proud of his performance with the Corsairs on the Arthur Godfrey Show.

from Oneida Dispatch: James W. Davis Jr.

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Poetic Obituaries: Kuldeep Kumar Dogra, a resident of Talab Tillo, Jammu,

fainted while reciting a poem at the Parade ground, the venue of the hunger strike. He was rushed to hospital where he was declared dead.

Leela Karan Sharma, convener of the Sangharsh Samiti, said the youth had turned up at the camp on Wednesday afternoon and was "emotionally upset" by National Conference president Omar Abdullah's speech in the parliament on Tuesday.

from DNA India: Amarnath row claims another victim

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Poetic Obituaries: "The public health community has not been very

imaginative in promoting good reporting," he [Michael B. Gregg] told the New York Times in 1990. "Reporting cases ought to be as much of a reflex as carrying a stethoscope, and the names of serious offenders should be made public."

A gentlemanly colleague, he was known informally as the CDC's poet laureate, penning personalized doggerel for retirements and celebrations in the Atlanta offices until he retired in 1989. He was also a jazz drummer.

from The Washington Post: Michael B. Gregg, 78; Journal Editor Led Coverage of Disease Outbreaks

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Poetic Obituaries: Daughter Cathy Lee of Oviedo said Robert Johnson

laughingly referred to his wife as his hobby. She remembers her father enjoyed amateur photography when she was a child and had his own darkroom. He also was a writer, from poetry to technical items, and meticulous in everything he did.

from Orlando Sentinel: Robert A. Johnson stayed on the cutting edge, from military to space race

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Poetic Obituaries: "Our whole family just stood

there watching her incredulously," said her daughter, Lynn Scott Myers of Decatur.

It was all a publicity stunt for Kawai pianos, but in the end, Mrs. [Dorothy] Myers walked away with $1,000 and an entry in the 1965 edition of the Guinness Book of World Records as "the longest continuous female piano player."

from The Atlanta Journal-Constitution: Dorothy Myers, 88, painter, lover of reading, writing, music

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Poetic Obituaries: [Carrie Allen McCray Nickens'] first poetry book,

"Piece of Time," was published in 1993. She came to much wider recognition with her book "Freedom's Child," which told the story of her grandmother, a freed slave, and grandfather, a Confederate general.

from The State: Service is Tuesday for Carrie Allen McCray Nickens

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Poetic Obituaries: Abdalla Nuradion Ahmed a well-known Somali

journalist as well lyricist as well poet has died for heart attack in Somali capital Mogadishu.

Mr. Noradin was recently working as freelance for local Radios and Universal television in Mogadishu

from Mareeg: Popular Somali journalist, composer dies at 75

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Poetic Obituaries: Ursula Prout took a deep interest

in spiritual matters with many of her poems appearing in Spiritual Healer magazine as well as national journals such as People's Friend and Sunday Companion.

Arguably her finest hour came when Yours magazine decided to feature her work every month until she was well into her 90s.

from Hereford Times: Hereford poet Ursula dies

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Poetic Obituaries: [Larry Alvino] described [Paul] Sorenson

as very enthusiastic about cycling and a mentor for younger, less experienced riders.

"He helped others enjoy the sport as much as he did," Alvino said.

Sorenson's other passions included nature and writing poetry, according to an obituary written by his family.

from The Beacon News: Aurora man dies riding bike in Ohio

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Poetic Obituaries: "I, with fast pen slung low

on my hip, would blow in, hang out, then tumble on after defending and encouraging local talent against the likes of the villainous Strikers," [William] Studebaker wrote in the preface to About a Place.

He left the manuscript in the care of his friend and occasional publisher, Rick Ardinger, executive director of the Idaho Humanities Council.

The following is a selection of poems from that unpublished book.

from Boise Weekly: An Idaho Poet

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Poetic Obituaries: Roger [Van Dorpe] had a gift

for writing poetry; his work was published several times, especially in "The Hudsonian."

from Iowa City Press Citizen: Roger Van Dorpe, 95

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Poetic Obituaries: Josephine Vecchio

Nov. 18, 1933--June 16, 2008

Wrote a novel about Italian immigrants, like her maternal grandparents, who settled in Crabtree, Pa.

Penned poems, short stories and a children's book, "Grandma Budinski."

Listen to her dramatic radio performance in Matter of Life & Death.

from The Plain Dealer: Josephine Vecchio: Dancer, actress, author, mother

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Poetic Obituaries: [M Vyasa's] Kambani (collection of stories),

Suli (collection of poems), Snana (mini novel), Kruta (collection of stories), Kshetra (collection of poems), Janapatha (intellectual writing) and many other books have been released. The book, Janapatha had been released during Akhila Bharatha Kannada Sahitya Sammelan in Udupi. He also wrote articles for newspapers.

from Udayavani: Famous Storywriter, M Vyasa no more

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

July 22nd Poetic Ticker Clicking

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Dear Poetry Aficionados,

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Kay Ryan has been announced as the next US Poet Laureate. She is the subject, not only of our headliner, but the second story in News at Eleven as well, plus of three of our Great Regulars: Linda Sue Grimes, Bob Hoover, and PBS Newshour.

There is also a theme that runs through some of the articles this week, that of accessiblity. We see it in relation to Kay Ryan's poetry, and then the Self-Taught Poets of a few centuries back, then from screen actress Joanna Lumley, then war poet Edward Thomas. And that's not the last of that subject this week, but the first six articles in News at Eleven.

Thanks for clicking in.

Yours,
Rus

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News at Eleven: "I thought I might take it upon myself

to prevent all bad poetry from being published during my reign," she [Kay Ryan] says, speaking by phone from her home north of San Francisco, when asked if there is any special project she plans to undertake in her new role.

Then she tries to explain how a poet laureateship could happen to a 62-year-old woman who grew up in the small towns of central California ("the glamour-free zone"), learned to hide behind the role of class clown, got rejected by her college's poetry club, committed to writing poetry as a vocation only after she'd turned 30, refused to have anything to do with creative writing classes and has lived a deliberately quiet life in which she didn't cultivate connections within the literary establishment.

from The Washington Post: Verse of the Turtle
also The Washington Post: A Small Taste of Kay Ryan

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News at Eleven: [Kay] Ryan's metaphor, are deceptive "bows,"

gestures of obeisance that are actually acts of oblivion.

"Chop," then, is a less accessible poem than it looks, and less comforting than it is accessible. Like Robert Frost, Ms. Ryan tends to lay out her metaphors like traps, coaxing the reader into them before springing all their dark implications.

from The New York Sun: Kay Ryan, a Laureate Worth Lauding

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News at Eleven: Because of this bias, much of the work

of the self-taught poets vanished as centuries passed. "We assume that poetry disappears from literary history because it was bad, and did not stand the test of time,"’ said [Julie] Prandi. "But sometimes scholars make mistakes."

More and more people are discovering the work of self-taught poets, said Prandi. While poets such as the Scottish Robert Burns have always been celebrated, people are uncovering works by authors such as Mary Leopor and Friedrich Müller.

from Illinois Wesleyan University News & Events: Reversing the Tide: Professor Gives Due to Self-Taught Poets

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News at Eleven: [Joanna] Lumley praises [Liz] Cowley for

preferring to call herself a writer than a poet: 'Liz would never dream of describing herself as a "poet". She even dislikes the very word "poetry" because she feels there is a divisive ring to it, as if the genre were up there on a rarefied pedestal.'

But her comments have drawn the wrath of many of Britain's leading poets.

from The Guardian: Lumley attacks 'obscure' new poetry

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News at Eleven: The poetry makes the preoccupations of the prose

more lucid by showing just how enigmatic they really are. After reading [Edward] Thomas again in [Edna] Longley's always informative and often intriguing edition, he seems subtler and more cunning as a poet and his often evocative, descriptive prose seems full of potential, poetry waiting to happen. In his poetry, Thomas finally realised what he could do.

July by Edward Thomas (c1905)

from The Guardian: From Adlestrop to Arras--a poet's life

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News at Eleven: The cosmos is appropriated to imagine things

outside our ken; our own desert places, our own lunar distances.

The great Danish physicist Niels Bohr, in conversation with Heisenberg, remarked: "When it comes to atoms, language can be used only as poetry. The poet too is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images." What is not visible is in effect imaginary, and it is not possible to talk about such a thing without metaphor.

from The Guardian: Quantum poetics

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News at Eleven: This is as generous as the author [V.S. Naipaul] gets.

So far as he can see, [Derek] Walcott more or less realized his greatness in that early work, and for the rest of his career, which of course includes the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature (Naipaul got his Nobel in 2001), he looked to fit himself to more cosmopolitan templates. Naipaul's implication is that the vast output that followed was a denouement, in some way even a betrayal, of what was greatest in the poet. Nowhere does he attempt to reckon with Walcott's changing ambitions. It is almost as if Naipaul cannot allow his fellow islander a place by his side on the dais.

from The Washington Post: View From the Summit
also The Washington Post: A Writer's People

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News at Eleven: In reality Elizabeth Barrett Browning died

as a result of a ruptured abscess on her lung, complicated by her longstanding physical frailty. Yet the ultimate cause of death may perhaps not have been a pulmonary haemorrhage, but the excessively large measure of morphine given to her in her final hours to ease her pain. She died, as [Robert] Browning was careful to point out in the letters he wrote to friends and family immediately after the event, not merely peacefully, but in a state of euphoria.

from The Guardian: Portrait of a lady

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News at Eleven: While he [Martin Bidney] often writes

in that meter, he also began to pen in what he calls "hybrids" of rhyme and non-rhyme, and various metrical forms in response to whatever it is that moves him during his day. And that could be a bird, a piece of music, something in the news or a tickle in his nose. It could be a book he's read, a conversation he's had or an interview with a journalist (and yes, he actually wrote a sonnet in response to this journalist's interview).

"I discovered I have a skill for it," he said. "I can write in all these complex meters."

from Press & Sun-Bulletin: The sonnetmeister

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News at Eleven: [Elizabeth Bishop] didn't require any reading

at all except for the two-volume memoir by Nadezhda Mandelstam, the wife of Osip Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope and Hope Abandoned. She said that she wanted us to know that there are people who have died for poetry. I was very interested in that choice, given that Bishop was not a political poet. She encouraged us to read a lot of other things, but that was the only reading she required. She said it was very important to read Keats's letters--that in some ways Keats's letters were even better than his poems, and I remember that I did read Keats's letters that year. [--Mary Jo Salter]

from The Atlantic: The Poet's Poet

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News at Eleven (Back Page): I think it is especially effective

for people who are dealing with illness and perhaps feeling disempowered and overwhelmed from having to go through treatments and a hospital system that would often treat them like a disease rather than a person.

If someone will listen to you and hear what your fears are you can release it and just let go of it. You can discover things you didn’t know before you wrote and read the poem. An insight may come. [--John Fox]

from Flesh & Stone: Heal your body by giving voice to your soul: An interview with John Fox

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Great Regulars: The problem for all such works that attempt to confront 9/11

directly is that, as Spielberg implied, we are still too close. Art, like history, requires a certain blurring of the facts. When blinded by a bright light, you need to half close your eyes to see what is really going on--and, as yet, we can't quite do that with the burning towers.

from Bryan Appleyard: The Sunday Times: Is Man on Wire the most poignant 9/11 film?

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These things do make our lives easier, but only by destroying the very selves that should be protesting at every distraction, demanding peace, quiet and contemplation. The distracters have product to shift, and it's shifting. On the train to Wakefield, with my new 3G iPhone, distracted from distraction by distraction, I saw the future and, to my horror, it worked.

from Bryan Appleyard: The Sunday Times: Stoooopid. . . . why the Google generation isn't as smart as it thinks

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Great Regulars: Gold Dust

By Kathleen Johnson

from John Mark Eberhart: Moonlight . . .

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For Ian McEwan

By Judith Bader Jones

from John Mark Eberhart: "Rooms in my house . . ."

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By Timothy Pettet

A snail on a rock

from John Mark Eberhart: Untitled haiku

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