A tired face on the meeting room plasma screen announces:from Jody Porter: Morning Star: Well Versed: Simon Duff--The Bridge at UBS
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A tired face on the meeting room plasma screen announces:
It's imperative to keep down the number of students. "Graduate" is really another name for people who think they're entitled to be paid well. We are in an era when we must all pull together to ensure that workers work more and earn less (or as employers call it, "keeping labour costs down") and large numbers of graduates swimming around the economy are an impediment to this. What's more, three years of independent living and discussion have the potential to turn many of these young people into dissenters and trouble-makers.
of other values to the religious believer, looking forward to eternal rewards "over there", it seems more immediately to express an ordinarily glum fit of the "winter blues". For modern readers, averse to preaching, that tone lends an attractive human quality to the poem--and to the poet.
Tomorrow Morning
poetic journals [Yannis] Ritsos composed between late 1948 and mid-1950 while he was a prisoner at two detention camps. Its power comes from the way it blends the diaristic with the poetic--steeped in the small movements of the everyday, but ramped up by the situation in which Ritsos finds himself.
of it together: the "vacant lots that gaped through blocks/of Kensington like stab wounds," the houses "with their punch-drunk faces-toothless, raw/with shattered window panes," "the fumes from factories,/the yeast and hops of Ortlieb's brewery," "electric power plants and sugarhouses/belching their smoke across the Delaware."
(the joke about the seventh line of a poem in the seventh line of a poem, the image of a shipwrecked man returned to his simian origins as he lies on an island "like a gorilla in a zoo") are deployed in shrewd counterpoint to the speakers' voices. These are poems that every smoker and office-goer will want to cut out and paste above their desks.
These long poems by Annie Zaidi declare their subjects in their titles: greens and coffee. But in both poems these substances (and the poetic forms employed to describe them) work a long trail through particular human stories and structures. At first it seems as if the speaker of "Leafy Green Vegetables" is composing an innocent health-homily, the kind that might be used to educate children in the rigours of healthy eating and in the pleasures of language and rhyme.
A Description of the Architectural Impact of My Home, Age 7
On a rainy morning in the worst year
Dreaming in Noir
a parlour-game prelude to a poem published in the TLS two decades later: "Milosz's Return". Here, [Dennis] O'Driscoll shadows the Polish poet--and another source of inspiration for Heaney--through the meadow of his memory. O'Driscoll's tribute to another writer echoes that of Milosz himself for those who went before him along a "well-worn path", and the world's return to its "unhappened" state.
of my favorite poems of his. It is about the death of his wife. She was a Japanese woman named Michiko. See how he creates a wonderful and moving metaphor for the grieving process to which we can all relate:
beginning to receive prizes and reach significant magazines and anthologies, [Dennis] O'Driscoll was also emerging as a pithy reviewer for journals such as the Times Literary Supplement and the London Review of Books. The Gallery Press collected his essays on contemporary Irish, American and European poets, together with various interviews and autobiographical writings, in Troubled Thoughts, Majestic Dreams (2001).
through homely images of food, buildings, traffic, fish and much else, in poems with names like "Papaya" or "In an Old Colonial Building." He spoke of how a city functions, of what is lost as it develops so rapidly. Of the human spirit that wanders, looking for its home, while finding welcome overseas. P.K. was both profoundly local and international; he was as likely to be reading something by a Czech writer as a Chinese poet. He studied in San Diego and traveled widely, liking Berlin especially. There, in the strange tale of East-West division and unification, he found echoes of Hong Kong's own fractured identity and tumultuous political changes.
of a dozen books, published between 1953 and 2006. In spare, often epigrammatic style, his work explored the world around him, from street scenes to intimate portraits of family life, with its attendant pleasures and pain. It also examined what it meant for him to exist in that world--as a man, a husband, a father and a Jew.
was published in 1974 and she would go on to have another nine books published, including an autobiography, My Nine Lives, by The Ginger Press for her 100th birthday. Multiple poems by Mrs. Wyllie have also been published.
This story is followed by what should have been our headliner, the Hellman/Hammett grants to 41 writers across the world "for their commitment to free expression and their courage in the face of persecution." This story in turn is followed by an update on the case of poet Muhammad al-Ajami, a Qatari poet jailed for writing a poem, this happening in a country where freedom of expression is supposedly okay, an ally of the USA. Can't we, in the supposed free world, through the case of Courtni Webb, understand some of how these other countries have slipped into being tyrannical?
in November 2011 after an investigative judge found him guilty of calling for the overthrow of the government of the Gulf sate.
to one aspect of experience beyond the reach of other practitioners, by default [Louise] Gluck's metier became estrangement.
that might otherwise be unanswerable: "the standing stone of time/says to me--/get a life, girlfriend" now that the "empty world tells me/we've heard enough about your sorrow, missy". The artfulness is in the exposure itself, the bare stage, the bereavement not over but the imagination still drawn to the impersonal fact of beauty, "as the full-leaf trees/buck their great green manes/in the strong westerly//and the field shines/in a sudden bright elegy/of sunlight".
are direct and unadorned, because Clifton writes with the authority of one who has not just witnessed but survived those losses. Her insight and honesty give the work its backbone, and as "good times” progress, she begins to sound like a matriarch watching over the whole community.
in one sitting, but even the longer work is associative. He tries to write at least once a week, but it doesn’t always work out. He’ll begin by writing down words he’s been thinking about, or words that seem to have taken on a different meaning than usual.
is undoubtedly the writer's home-turned-museum on the second floor of the HĂ´tel de Rohan-GuĂ©mĂ©nĂ©e, where he lived from 1832 to 1848 with his wife Adèle and their four children. It was in this apartment, in the crimson-draped drawing room, that Hugo solidified his position as the father of French Romanticism. It is also the place where he wrote two collections of poetry, plays such as "Ruy Blas” and "Les Burgraves,” and a portion of Les MisĂ©rables. He started Les Mis in 1845 and worked for 17 years, spending the entire last year at Guernsey making corrections--eight hours a day--to the manuscript.
last year, arguing with kids who had been involved. "Because I wanted to make them more political, more aware. One of the things they will say to people like me is: 'You're so political, man, I don't deal with politics.' And I was saying, 'If you want to make a change, be political. I like that anger you have. In fact, in politics, there isn't enough of that! I tell my story--I remember being in prison, thinking, 'I want to change the world, and now I'm sitting in a cell. What am I doing?' When I got out, the guard said, 'Oh, you'll be back in a few weeks.' And I looked at him and said, 'I'm not saying I won't come back--it's possible--but the next time it'll be political.' And he looked at me and said, 'Mmmm.'"
of poetic voices around him (Dorothea Lasky, Joshua Beckman, Hoa Nguyen, Mary Ruefle, D.A. Powell, David Berman and a gang of others), [Michael] Zapruder set out to put some favorite recent poems to music. The hazards of freighting poetry with "emotional ground” are not lost on Zapruder--it's as though he sets the poems free into unfamiliar pop habitats to find their own way.
last session in verse is all in good fun, and part of one of the UN's merriest end-of-the-year customs.
that there's nothing left to lose is a kind of freedom as well. People are going out to plays. They're still going out and doing things, but, you know, with less money. And--but there's an urgency. There are--poetry readings are very well attended. Literary events are packed. So I think . . .
be refuted by pointing to the meaning of great historical movements: the birth of each of the world's five major religions, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam demolishes his putative claims utterly. Each religion has had its martyrs and their names live in the hearts of the reformed. Thus, the "no” that Sersmith expects is not forthcoming.
by Dana Gioia
and Barton Sutter, a poet who lives in Duluth, knows all about cold and snow. Here's a preview to get us thinking about what's in store for us.
By Philip Booth
Just Like The Movies
of Greek metaphysics, with its remarkable formulation of body and soul. From the East came the winds of mysticism, a sense of self-transformation based on the loss of selfhood, with enlightenment the ultimate goal. Jesus brings East and West together, focusing on his key idea--that of a gradually realizing kingdom, a mystical space beyond time, though it requires time in order to root and grow. As he told someone who asked where this lofty kingdom lay: "The kingdom of God is within you."
tender, direct and almost shy in tone. Like the short lyrics and fragments by Sappho it gains intensity from brevity. Sappho often pairs frank emotional statement with imagery from the natural world: "Love shook my heart,/Like the wind on the mountain/Troubling the oak-trees." (Sappho, tr. A S Kline). "Breathless", too, begins with the human response: "Your heart thumps -".
as a teenager in the 1970s, the core of its action--driving, talking, smoking dope, listening to music--was what my friends and I did every day. It took me years to understand what the book was getting at, which is the bittersweet ephemerality of everything, the idea that to "know time" is to know ourselves as at time's mercy, which makes its frantic movement less exuberant than desperate.
Towering above them all, an immutable rule of law prevails for the striving for freedom, truth and justice will never tire
and her witty poetry was popular at birthdays with family and friends, the obituary said.
published twelve books, including Funerals and Festivals, Mouth on Paper and Firespitter; she also recorded nine records of her poetry set to music.
commitment to poetry. "She was committed to both the writing of poetry and living an observant, reverent life that made writing possible,” Adams said. "She based poems on news photographs: ugliness, beauty, struggle. One can imagine how the tragedy in Connecticut would have sent her to the writing desk. Poetry allowed her to express hope.”
Quality Time (1997), Weather Permitting (1999), Exemplary Damages (2002), Reality Check (2007) and Dear Life published earlier this year, all testify to [Dennnis] O'Driscoll's status as the Irish Philip Larkin, yet O'Driscoll's art was that bit wider, his self- awareness more ironic, his humanity more forgiving.
fisher poet.