Poets’ Roundtable
Welcome
Hopefully we’ll have a full house today
News and Jabber
Our book: To be or not to be?
If we haven’t enough participation then we cannot do much. We can consider a chapbook, length 20-40 pages.
Discussion?
Speaking of “Invictus”
At the this link you can find Odell Beckham’s story. The mercurial receiver for the NY Giants quoted the poem in response to criticism of his on-field performance this year. Noteworthy, as pointed out in the article, is that Timothy McVeigh used the same poem as his final words before being executed for the bombing of the Alfred P Murrah federal building in Oklahoma City. Notwithstanding that, Ed Ahern’s re-write of the poem, read at our evening reading at Bigelow Center, remains a favorite. However, poetry does have a certain power, doesn’t it?
And this article about Billy Collins, former Poet Laureate of the United States, interesting too. Billy Collins story. I like his reminders about simplicity and clarity in poetry:
Speaking of clarity, the language of your poems remains very accessible. It’s not full of line breaks, for example.
I went to graduate school and got a Ph.D. in literature and I had a taste for difficult text. Hart Crane, Wallace Stevens. I don’t know if I’ve outgrown it or lost it, but I kind of banged my head against “Ulysses” and Ezra Pound, and I came out the other end following people like Robert Frost and Philip Larkin and poets who dare to be clear. I think it comes from writing a number of reader courtesies. Having a helpful title. Writing in sentences, not fancy enjambments or crazy line breaks. The line breaks follow the grammar of the sentence and help you through the poem. A lot of students think, “I’m writing poetry so I can break my lines in crazy ways.” You don’t want to say, “the wine dark — line break — sea.” It’s not worth waiting for that word. “The black — wait for it — cat.” Why do we need to wait for it?
The whole interview is worth a gander.
For reasons unexplained I drifted back to August Kleinzahler this morning. He has long been a poet I like to revisit and this morning I was reminded why. Here is a link to his reading of Before Dawn on Bluff Road . The text appears below
Before Dawn on Bluff Road
The crow’s raw hectoring cry
scoops clean an oval divot
of sky, its fading echo
among the oaks and poplars swallowed
first by a jet banking west
then the Erie-Lackawanna
sounding its horn as it comes through the tunnel
through the cliffs to the river
and around the bend of King’s Cove Bluff,
full of timber, Ford chassis, rock salt.
You can hear it in the dark
from beyond what was once the amusement park.
And the wind carries along as well,
from down by the river,
when the tide’s just so,
the drainage just so,
the chemical ghost of old factories,
the rotted piers and warehouses:
lye, pigfat, copra from Lever Bros.,
formaldehyde from the coffee plant,
dyes, unimaginable solvents—
a soup of polymers, oxides,
tailings fifty years old
seeping through the mud, the aroma
almost comforting by now, like food,
wafting into my childhood room
with its fevers and dreams.
My old parents asleep,
only a few yards across the hall,
door open—lest I cry?
I remember
almost nothing of my life.
“Before Dawn on Bluff Road” from Green Sees Things in Waves by August Kleinzahler. © 1998 by August Kleinzahler. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC. www.fsgbooks.com
Source: Sleeping It Off in Rapid City (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2008)
And lastly I urge you to checkout this review from the New York Times about two films being released about poets. I’ll check out anything regarding Pablo Neruda, who is the subject of one of these films. The other, Paterson, I no nothing of.
The Current Assignment
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Write a one-sentence poem. Minimum length 6 lines, preferably 12
The Snow Man
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One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Wallace Stevens, "The Snow Man" from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright © 1954 by Wallace Stevens and renewed 1982 by Holly Stevens. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: Poetry magazine (1921)
Linda Pastan
INTERVIEW
Philip Levine
POETRY
Steven Ford Brown
David Citino
Billy Collins
Robert Collins
Alan Devenish
Gray Jacobik
John Kinsella
David Lehman
Thomas Lux
W.S. Merwin
Fred Muratori
Linda Pastan
Pattiann Rogers
David Shevin
David R. Slavitt
R.T. Smith
Thomas Swiss
FICTION
Gilbert Allen
Kelly Cherry
Rosa Shand
Stephen Sossaman
BOOK REVIEW
David Kennedy
Linda Pastan's books include Heroes in Disguise (Norton, 1991) and An Early Afterlife (Norton, 1995). PM/AM was a finalist for the National Book Award in 1982, and The Imperfect Paradise was a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. Her most recent collection: Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998 was a finalist for the National Book Award.
Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come
this manic animal
whose innocent disruptions
make nonsense
of my old simplicities—
as if I needed him
to prove again that after
all the careful planning,
anything can happen.
The Next Meeting
The next meeting will be on October 20, 2016, same time same place
Other Jabber
A hot tip regarding formatting. I find that I often find things I copy to paste are formatted in a way that doesn’t fit with what I’m writing and that this sometimes screws up the text that follows. To resolve this and other formatting issues it is often good to start from scratch. To do this simply open Notepad or whatever substitute program you use (I use docpad). All formatting is stripped and you are free to re-format any way you want.
I knocked the assignment out early, so here it is.
ReplyDeleteThe Relationship
I cannot think of you
without exasperation
at the jumbled maze
of endearing
and irritating habits
that makes you
such an attractive cactus.
Have since revised this:
DeleteThe Relationship
I cannot think of you
without exasperation
at the jumbled mix
of endearing
and stinging habits
that makes you
such an appealing cactus.
The double entente is prickly. G
ReplyDelete"Use Up / Down Arrow Keys…" If presented here as a one sentence poem, it does not work according to at least one authority because semicolons are not permitted in a "one sentence poem." ACCORDING TO SOME
ReplyDeleteThe Land and People Who Worked Way Below Down East
At one time, Maine’s hardy French-Canadians
Were thought to be as plentiful as the annual
Crop of Aroostook County potatoes and as stupid
As an unemployed Canuck lumberjack, his wife
And two-dozen children in a first floor, cold water
Flat on the river’s edge below Factory Island
Where there was a constant need for hardy men
And women to work in the brick textile mills
For pittance in wages and little enough to feed
A family or cover the rent without having to put
Life and future on credit and a trip to Sainte-Anne’s*
On hold for another year of nickel & diming it.
*For some in the fifties and earlier, Sainte-Anne-de-Beaupré was an annual “holy”
site to visit on a pilgrimage and where miracles were known to occur. g
A Prickly Relationship
ReplyDeleteI cannot think of you
without exasperation
at the jumbled mix
of stinging habits
that make you such
an appealing cactus.
With loving care in this final revision. G
Kleinzahler: Before Dawn on Bluff Road, I remember almost nothing of my life.
ReplyDeleteLast line. Why that?