November 29th Poetic Ticker Clicking
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and human rights activist is among 19 prisoners awaiting execution in Sudan after he was arrested in the country's Blue Nile State early September.
at the University of Kentucky, began her haunting star turn by reciting from the 1739 slave codes in her native South Carolina: "A fine of $100 and six months in prison will be imposed for anyone found teaching a slave to read or write, and death is the penalty for circulating any incendiary literature." Finney then invoked the memory of those who longed to read or write but were forbidden, and were oppressed by the cruelties of slavery. "Tonight these forbidden ones move around the room as they please, they sit at whatever table they want, wear camel-colored field hats and tomato-red kerchiefs . . . Some have just climbed out of the cold, wet Atlantic just to be here. We shiver together. If my name is ever called out, I promised my girl poet self, so too would I call out theirs."
Javier Sicilia called during an appearance over the weekend at the 25th Guadalajara International Book Fair, or FIL, for "a cease-fire" between the government and Mexico's drug cartels on Dec. 24-25 so they can "reflect on what they are doing, what they are doing to the country."
Artur Sebastian Rosman, a doctoral student, recalled a discussion at the Elliott Bay Book Company in Seattle, devoted to [Czeslaw] Milosz. "All, and I mean all, of the Americans there were convinced that Milosz was most likely a postmodern spiritual seeker, probably much like them, possibly fascinated by archetypes, certainly spiritual, and definitely not religious." Had Milosz been there, said Rosman, he might have repeated his claim that his readers don't "take into account a particular, quite fundamental fact: all my intellectual impulses are religious and in that sense my poetry is religious".
(Signal Editions, 2011), Mark Callanan is St. John's Lazarus. He's even in St. John's. The book was written after a near-fatal bout with meningitis, an infection of the lining of the brain. We get a hint of Callanan's technique in the book's opening poem, "Butchering Crab" where even though he's "thinking now/of being halved by forces/bigger than myself," his thinking of his own death doesn't translate unmitigated to the page. He writes "none of this/is quite what I meant to say." But that isn't because he's incapable of saying it.
as a kind of bloodless version of a Caesarian birth, but [Herbert] Leibowitz is terrific at conveying the confusion, uncertainty and doggedness of the life of the artist intent on discoveries. He can also be elegant in characterizing the cross-over between Williams the doctor and Williams the poet, as when, commenting on the splendid untitled poem from "Spring and All" that begins "By the road to the contagious hospital," Leibowitz notes that [William Carlos] Williams was, by this point in his workhorse writing life, listening "to the acoustic properties of words with the same care and skill he devoted to the beating of a patient's heart."
I struggled to convince myself, if I remember to focus on my breath. The interruptions shouldn't matter as much as my focus. I tried to see clearly.
making tea through to breaking apart and messy arguments, 'when the room swayed and sank down on its knees,/the air hurt and purpled like a bruise,/the sun banged the gate in the sky and fled.' Love hurts. [Carol Ann] Duffy's language is sensual; visceral. It smoulders on the page.
the remarkable rhyming in early Bob Dylan songs, and the linguistic delights of Shakespeare.
portrayal of symptoms such as dizziness/faintness, and blunted or heightened sensitivity to touch and pain in characters expressing profound emotions was significantly more common than in works by other authors of the time.
also carries over into totally unrelated tasks, which is why beginning the day with a difficult crossword puzzle or writing a haiku can help people to become better real-world problem solvers.
sensitivities, but the Occupy poem is likely so flushed with partisanship as to be lousy as poetry and stale as politics.
include Straight Out of View, Coming Back to the Body, Naming the Stars, Fourteen Sonnets, and most recently, First Words.
by recalling that at the beginning of his entry into the profession of medicine, he promised to be a good, Christian doctor. He intended to be "good/And wise and brave and helpful to others."
talk about Buddhist ethics, Hindu, Christian or Muslim ethics, because these values are universal. Buddhism does not explain the virtue of values such as honesty and integrity in a way that is different from how Christianity or Islam or any other religious tradition explains them. Therefore, in recent years, I have found it more appropriate to talk about the need to foster what I call secular ethics. I refer to these values as secular ethics because believing in one religion or another or not believing in one at all does not affect our need for them. The basic foundation of humanity is compassion and love.
when she became a professor of English and creative writing at the State University of New York in Binghamton. Most of her published work, including "American Milk," "The Solution" and "Simplicity," came out after she turned 70.
by Samuel Hazo
by Catherine Tufariello, who lives in Indiana. I especially admire the way in which she uses rhyme without it ever taking control of the poetry, the way rhyme can.
appearing for the second time in this column. His unusual poem features the hands of a married couple, which express at night a closeness the couple can no longer manage in the daytime.
in his lifetime, because there has been no tremendous hurry to produce this book (he died in 2001), and because his fame as a prose writer is now so well established, it would be easy to look on this Selected Poems as a collection of pieces written in the margins of more important work. To regard it as we do the poems of Angela Carter, for instance: a surprisingly good bonus. In fact it turns out to be a significant addition to Sebald's main achievement--full of things that are beautiful and fascinating in themselves, and which cast a revealing light on the evolution and content of his prose.
[Joan] Didion writes, yet the infant "could not have been more exactly the baby I wanted." The origin myth goes hand-in-hand with a portrait of parental confusion: Didion is unsparingly specific about the couple's social milieu as Hollywood writers, and the ways in which she and her husband, John Gregory Dunne, were not conventionally prepared to absorb into their lives the child who had been given to them. Drily, she notes that she "had not considered the need for a bassinette" and describes the two of them celebrating with a baby Quintana in mob fixer Sidney Korshak's booth at The Bistro on the day the adoption was made legal.
the sounds of words so seductively strummed across the sentences, it hardly matters that these opening lines are conventional. The sentence ends, however, with a turn that goes beyond the conventional: "As for her inside, he'd have it/Only of wantonness and wit." As a definition of what Raleigh desires in a perfect lover, this is both droll and, I think, lightly self-mocking, since "her inside" is sort of an afterthought as well as a climax. As a description of what the ideal lover should have as inner qualities, "wantonness and wit" is both apt and funny.
mode in which Judy Brown writes. Whether exploring the naturalistic or fantastic edges of the spectrum, she works from tangible facts and detail, finding the extraordinary incident or angle particularly appealing, as in "The Cheese Room", but not dependent on the bizarre--a poet who instinctively sees the possibilities of defamiliarisation wherever she casts her penetrating, colour-loving eye.
(Jonathan Cape, £10) is crammed with lyric shards. Largely short, often familial and occasional poems, each places the reader within Longley's vivid, lucid tone-world, and often at his country home at Carrigskeewaun. A couplet by Longley can embrace more profundity, and pleasure, than another poet's whole volume. Geoffrey Hill's Clavics (Enitharmon, £12) is very different: a highly encoded syllabic "dance" with history and musical form that reads as part of his continuing project to build a newly robust Christian poetics.
These [William CArlos] Williams moments are so pared and familiar as to become best-of-Williams wallpaper, a Williams Post-It--allowing us not to see or hear the American giant. What a relief, then, to settle into Herbert Leibowitz's "Something Urgent I Have to Say to You": The Life and Works of William Carlos Williams, a trek through Williams's long career; his loves and dalliances; his delicate relationship with his era's literati; his work as a school doctor and obstetrician in working class, not-yet-suburban New Jersey.
Phillis Wheatley may be a staple of elementary school curricula across the land, but she hasn't been the subject of a full-length biography until now. This is surprising, given that she's such an iconic figure, but reading Vincent Carretta's fascinating Phillis Wheatley: Biography of a Genius in Bondage, it becomes less surprising, for as Carretta makes clear from the outset, Wheatley is an extremely "challenging and elusive" subject.
by Gary Corseri
"America,"mentioned here in the fourth verse, also uses the poem's title as a refrain, but Ginsberg's approach is Whitmanesque, perhaps biblical. [Alicia] Ostriker ventures further out of the Western world. However, a certain comic strain is common to both poets. Happy Thanksgiving!
By John Kinsella
I used to sleep ' til my electrons would drool
(For Dave)
reminds us both of the fragility of the world we share with them and of the insubstantiality of our own lives: barely there--an "odour", "no more/substantial than the wind we listen for"--they brush us with a fear we recognize and "listen for/through talk-shows and the news/beneath the home/we only half possess".
identified with Cid Corman, Charles Olson, and particularly the Objectivist tradition, was born in Pennsylvania in 1925 and became a resident of Maine in 1960. He was the author of over 60 books of poetry, including Then and Now: Selected Poems 1943-1993 (edited by Mark Nowak in 1999), and the epic, two-volume Ranger (1978 and 1980).
Head of Assamese Department at the University of Delhi, the most glorious phases of her [Indira Raisom Goswami's] life began. While at the university, she wrote most of her greatest works. Several short stories, including Hridoy, Nangoth Sohor, Borofor Rani, used Delhi as the background.
of poetry and was published in hundreds of magazines, like The American Poetry Review and Three Penny Review and after achieving such status, still supported the small press by contributing to local magazines like The Schuylkill Valley Journal and The Fox Chase Review. Several of his poems were read by Garrision Keillor on the Writers Almanac Radio Show.
short stories, poetry and essays and knew many authors including Flannery O'Connor, Walker Percy and Eudora Welty.
was born in 1999 and in recent years she concentrated on writing," said her [Lynn Shapiro's] husband, Erik Friedlander, a cellist with whom she often collaborated. In addition to her prizewinning "Sloan Kettering" poem, others appeared in the publications "Rattle" and "Mudfish.""She gave up dance after her daughter was born in 1999 and in recent years she concentrated on writing," said her husband, Erik Friedlander, a cellist with whom she often collaborated. In addition to her prizewinning "Sloan Kettering" poem, others appeared in the publications "Rattle" and "Mudfish."
the iconic Steve's Sundry, Books and Magazines in Tulsa in 1947, died Tuesday. He was 93.
Elena [Tamargo] lived in exile, where she continued a work begun in Cuba. Yet she never lost a connection with her country of birth; that she always wore on her back, like those little creatures that carry their houses on top of them. Havana was particularly recurrent in her verses.
who had knocked down my wife [Brenda Hillman], "You just knocked down my wife, for Christ's sake!" A couple of students had pushed forward in the excitement and the deputies grabbed them, pulled them to the ground and cudgeled them, raising the clubs above their heads and swinging. The line surged. I got whacked hard in the ribs twice and once across the forearm. Some of the deputies used their truncheons as bars and seemed to be trying to use minimum force to get people to move. [--Robert Hass]
and daughter of a legal pioneer, has won the National Book Award for poetry. The winners were announced Wednesday evening.