Poets’ Roundtable
News and Jabber
The NYTimes book review recently published several meaningful articles about poetry. One I find particularly interesting shows drafts of poems by six contemporary poets as they went from original through revision to final form. The notes are very revealing regarding the process. Read the poets' comments with particular care. They show how the poet things about the art, particularly the struggle between the craft and the art. I like this paragraph:
The Map
By Marie Howe
A poem has its own body — it comes into the world and I feel most often like a midwife. And a poem has an unsayable center around which its body grows. The first draft had one or two or three things going on (too talky) but hadn’t found its organic heart, its unsayable necessity. A friend suggested starting with the statement “the failure of love...” Then the map appeared and in the space between the two (the statement and the experience) the poem appeared.
Here is the link:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/01/books/review/corral-collins-zhang-poetry-works-in-progress.html
Another article, same issue and same issue, is here:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/04/books/review/a-little-book-on-form-robert-hass-american-originality-louise-gluck.html.
Ponder and enjoy.
The Map
By Marie Howe
A poem has its own body — it comes into the world and I feel most often like a midwife. And a poem has an unsayable center around which its body grows. The first draft had one or two or three things going on (too talky) but hadn’t found its organic heart, its unsayable necessity. A friend suggested starting with the statement “the failure of love...” Then the map appeared and in the space between the two (the statement and the experience) the poem appeared.
Here is the link:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/01/books/review/corral-collins-zhang-poetry-works-in-progress.html
Another article, same issue and same issue, is here:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/04/books/review/a-little-book-on-form-robert-hass-american-originality-louise-gluck.html.
Ponder and enjoy.
The Current Assignment
Who did the current assignment? I've done it many times over over the past decades. I guess I'm re-examining the unformulable experiences of love and lovers in an effort to make them formulable. It's interesting to me how to move from intense passion to written craft, a topic referred to so often in the above articles.
The Next Assignment
The next assignment is to write a poem in Skeltonic verse. Here are the rules:
Skeltonic verse
This poetry form is a fun way to introduce rhyme. Some people shy away from rhyme. It conjures up bitter memories of that third grade poetry unit. There comes a time to fight those fears and give it a try again.
The following definition of Skeltonic verse comes via Poetic Bloomings.
“Skeltonic verse is named after the poet John Skelton (1460-1529). It consists of short rhyming lines that just sort of flow on from one rhyme to the next for however long one chooses. Skeltonic verse generally averages less than six words per line. The challenge is to keep short rhymes moving down the page, in an energetic and engaging way.”
“It almost rained today”
It almost rained today
like I almost sneezed last May
my nose in a bouquet
of yellow daffodils
on the window sill;
I stuffed it back in. Still
it almost rained today.
One stray cloud, gray
and rare, too lonely to play
in the rain. It drifted away
down-sky, like down-stream
leaving airy blue between
more airy blue—a dream
for sunbathers and the flood
wounded wrestling with mud.
I’d give a pint of blood
for an ounce of rain
instead I frame
the cloud in my window pane
and continue to complain.
Skeltonic verse
This poetry form is a fun way to introduce rhyme. Some people shy away from rhyme. It conjures up bitter memories of that third grade poetry unit. There comes a time to fight those fears and give it a try again.
The following definition of Skeltonic verse comes via Poetic Bloomings.
“Skeltonic verse is named after the poet John Skelton (1460-1529). It consists of short rhyming lines that just sort of flow on from one rhyme to the next for however long one chooses. Skeltonic verse generally averages less than six words per line. The challenge is to keep short rhymes moving down the page, in an energetic and engaging way.”
“It almost rained today”
It almost rained today
like I almost sneezed last May
my nose in a bouquet
of yellow daffodils
on the window sill;
I stuffed it back in. Still
it almost rained today.
One stray cloud, gray
and rare, too lonely to play
in the rain. It drifted away
down-sky, like down-stream
leaving airy blue between
more airy blue—a dream
for sunbathers and the flood
wounded wrestling with mud.
I’d give a pint of blood
for an ounce of rain
instead I frame
the cloud in my window pane
and continue to complain.
The Next Meeting
The next meeting will be next week, August 17, 2017.
Other Jabber
Who reads your poems? Whom do you read them to? I show mine to nobody, as a rule. I ask readers to occasionally read manuscripts for me but my daily work goes largely unread. I am frustrated by this, have always advocated having a someone who can read all your work. There aren't many I trust that much. I have been writing a lot lately, something every day, much of it pretty interesting, and I cannot imagine asking anybody to read so much. In this reader, one should not look so much for critical reading as much as for just an agreement that time was not wasted, or that it was. And IT SHOULD NEVER BE FAMILY!
Also another poet has released a piece on the Grenfell Tower disaster. This includes a rap video featuring some of the residents. Link is here: https://www.buzzfeed.com/patricksmith/a-poet-who-lived-in-a-tower-next-to-grenfell-has-released-a?utm_term=.mnLGG22Gv#.ny6WWbbWV
And also,
There is a new, apparently good, film made about Emily Dickinson. Check this review from Japan Times (go figure). https://www.japantimes.co.jp/culture/2017/08/09/films/quiet-passion-cynthia-nixon-portrays-poet-emily-dickinson-true-grace/#.WYsjkFGGPcc
And furthermore in my endless search for useful software I find PureText https://stevemiller.net/puretext/. I told you earlier about difficulties with copying and pasting text blocks with different formats and how I worked around it. PureText is a godsend that I now use when putting together my blog posts. Once installed (tiny program), a link rests in your quick launch bar at the bottom of the screen. Highlight text and left-click the PureText icon and paste your now-un-formatted text immediately. It performs the task instantly, replacing the process of highlighting, copying, pasting into Notepad, copying again and pasting again. It's wonderful.
a fishtail too short
ReplyDeleteWhat does it matter?
Or, if one would rather
Hang onto a tatter,
Rend a cloth asunder
In a tear and dither!
Just promise a keepsake
One that will not break
From being torn in a shake
Like a piece of chocolate cake,
Leaving crumbs on a plate.
For charity sake and me
I would rather let my pee
Wet my knickers to the knee
Than hit the bark of a tree
Or wet the pole of my tepee.
Strange that it should take words
Rather than so many turds
To make a point about the equanimity of birds.
It takes pints of blueberries to boil preserves.
What is love to an enchanted nerd?
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ReplyDeleteChantell on backcountry, blacktop highways
ReplyDeleteChantell travels the highway
With cans of white paint spray
While her camera man
Admires her deep tan
And shoots her, whip-drawing
Line from perpetual imaging--
Complex, even things trifling,
A ribbon line of crisscrossing,
Shapes, clearly, engrossing,
Energizing, even, perplexing.
Interested in Chantell? Check her out on Google.
Chantell on backcountry, blacktop highways
ReplyDeleteChantell travels the highway
With cans of white paint spray
While her camera man
Admires her deep tan
And shoots her, whip-drawing
Line from perpetual imaging--
Complex, even things trifling,
A ribbon line of crisscrossing,
Shapes, clearly, engrossing,
Energizing, even, perplexing.
Interested in Chantell? Check her out on Google.
Chantell on backcountry, blacktop highways
ReplyDeleteChantell travels the highway
With cans of white paint spray
While her camera man
Admires her deep tan
And shoots her, whip-drawing
Line from perpetual imaging--
Complex, even things trifling,
A ribbon line of crisscrossing,
Shapes, clearly, engrossing,
Energizing, even, perplexing.
Interested in Chantell? Check her out on Google.
The embodiment of freethinking
ReplyDelete[It is like seeing floating images while in bed after lights out.]
We know intrinsically
That our familiarity
With plain intricacies
Are false inaccuracies?
In which the practicality
Of insufficiency
Renders retroactivity
So pessimistically
Irrelevant to authenticity.
I so much prefer impersonality
For what is called spirituality.
For the latter is intrinsic,
All too familiar,
Downright intricate
Without being accurate,
Or retroactive
And pessimistic--
As opposed to being authentic.