wow, slam after slam in that thing.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Thursday, 10 July 2014 03:49 (nine years ago) link
Without even clicking, is it by Logan? I hqve his first volume of crit but boy has his schtick hardened.
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Thursday, 10 July 2014 11:24 (nine years ago) link
Yep, it's a group review by Logan: four hatchet jobs and a kind one at the end.
― heavy on their trademark ballads (Eazy), Thursday, 10 July 2014 13:59 (nine years ago) link
Petrarca - Songs and Sonnets (tr. Nicholas Kilmer). I'd love to read the whole lot, loved so much of the selection. Be great to see a nice, two-volume edition of these.
Logically followed up w/Chretien de Troyes - Erec and Enide
― xyzzzz__, Monday, 14 July 2014 09:27 (nine years ago) link
Collection of Pasolini's poetry: http://bookforum.com/inprint/021_02/13281
http://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/S/bo5512072.html
― xyzzzz__, Monday, 14 July 2014 13:14 (nine years ago) link
just arrived over the weekend all together:
- louise gluck first four books- tracy smith life on mars- brian turner here, bullet (the hurt locker guy)
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 14 July 2014 14:27 (nine years ago) link
xp I have that Kilmer translation too! only Petrarch I've read tbh... anyone familiar with any of the more recent, comprehensive volumes?
― bernard snowy, Wednesday, 16 July 2014 18:35 (nine years ago) link
i have found the david young translations published by f-s-g very readable.
― j., Wednesday, 16 July 2014 19:49 (nine years ago) link
Sounds great - is it the whole lot?
― xyzzzz__, Thursday, 17 July 2014 09:49 (nine years ago) link
yes, 366
― j., Thursday, 17 July 2014 16:35 (nine years ago) link
monolingual edition tho
That's fine. See if I can order that. tx.
― xyzzzz__, Friday, 18 July 2014 09:47 (nine years ago) link
I don't know if I should post here or in the book suggestions thread, but are there any recent books of poetry you all would recommend to someone who mostly likes Anne Carson, Alice Notley, Eileen Myles, Jackie Wang, Fanny Howe, and CAConrad (whose A Beautiful Marsupial Afternoon: New (Soma)tics I'm reading at the moment) among currently-working English-language poets?
― one way street, Wednesday, 30 July 2014 19:37 (nine years ago) link
Err, that should be Susan Howe, but I'm fine with her sister's work as well.
― one way street, Wednesday, 30 July 2014 19:38 (nine years ago) link
on a 'what i'm reading' note--
after the deluge of verbiage in auden, louise gluck is really pretty, spare and refreshing.
complete donald justice, selected gerard manley hopkins & selected wc williams on the way.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Wednesday, 30 July 2014 19:48 (nine years ago) link
tracy smith's 'life on mars' was pretty astonishing and humbling, 'here, bullet' was pretty uninteresting.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Wednesday, 30 July 2014 19:49 (nine years ago) link
Thanks, HOOS (willfully interpreting your 'what I'm reading' as a recommendation, direct or indirect)--will check out Life on Mars.
― one way street, Wednesday, 30 July 2014 19:55 (nine years ago) link
it's terrific, subtle, rhythmic, truly emotive, hits all my buttons
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Thursday, 31 July 2014 02:43 (nine years ago) link
yeah Life on Mars is excellent... need to dig out my copy for a reread; I remember being impressed at first by the craft (the one that begins "They're gassing geese at is a tightly-wound shock-absorber of a poem) and then gradually following her into the more diffuse cosmic-emotional-Bowian climaxes over a couple of weeks.
anyone read her previous volume, Duende?
― dont even make sense right now because of my shoulder medication (bernard snowy), Saturday, 2 August 2014 22:35 (nine years ago) link
i haven't yet--though i did watch this awesome reading/talk she did with patrick rosal, whose book i'm now grabbing, that has some of duende in it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r35xjnHyhqw
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 4 August 2014 04:28 (nine years ago) link
Reading quite a bit by Verlaine, Milosz, Salvatore Quasimodo.
Chretien's Cliges has love as suffering so otm. Something you read as symbolic, i.e. Cupid's arrow becomes powerful by thorough description moving toward argument. Burton Raffel's translation might be the only one worth a pop.
― xyzzzz__, Monday, 4 August 2014 09:16 (nine years ago) link
Been getting into John Clare, specifically his sonnets, which are pleasantly irregular—there's no division into stanzas, the poems rarely execute a "turn", & he has a tendency to carry a rhyme a line or two farther than you expect (a fair number of them begin ABAB BCDC; see also the poem I've posted below, whose octave runs ABAB ACBC). It gives me the sense of a poet who enjoys rhyming for its own sake, who's read enough sonnets to internalize the form, but doesn't feel bound to adhere to it if an alternative presents itself.
Anyway, I've rambled long enough, so... I post this not only as a representative sample, but also because I'm having some trouble parsing the last few lines. Anyone wanna take a shot?
Burthorp OakOld noted oak! I saw thee in a moodOf vague indifference, and yet with meThy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stoodFor years, thou hermit in the lonely seaOf grass that waves around thee! SolitudePaints not a lonelier picture to the view,Burthorp! Than thy one melancholy tree,Age-rent, and shattered to a stump. Yet newLeaves come upon each rift and broken limbWith every spring, and Poesy's visions swimAround it of old days and chivalry,And desolate fancies bid the eyes grow dimWith feelings, that earth's grandeur should decayAnd all its olden memories pass away.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a moodOf vague indifference, and yet with meThy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stoodFor years, thou hermit in the lonely seaOf grass that waves around thee! SolitudePaints not a lonelier picture to the view,Burthorp! Than thy one melancholy tree,Age-rent, and shattered to a stump. Yet newLeaves come upon each rift and broken limbWith every spring, and Poesy's visions swimAround it of old days and chivalry,And desolate fancies bid the eyes grow dimWith feelings, that earth's grandeur should decayAnd all its olden memories pass away.
― dont even make sense right now because of my shoulder medication (bernard snowy), Thursday, 7 August 2014 23:31 (nine years ago) link
Actually, everything from "Poesy's visions swim/Around it" is where I lose the thread (around what??) & even before that, it's not clear whether he's describing the actual sight of new leaves returning to the Burthorp oak or, more likely, using a poetic commonplace to modify his mental picture of the oak...
― dont even make sense right now because of my shoulder medication (bernard snowy), Friday, 8 August 2014 00:57 (nine years ago) link
I'm reading it as the a contemplation of the tree's age calling forth imaginings of the past, which inspires a kind of mourning that things pass away, even as new life comes forth every spring.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Friday, 8 August 2014 15:24 (nine years ago) link
i sure hope i've not just restated you
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Friday, 8 August 2014 15:25 (nine years ago) link
fully immersed in gerard manley hopkins this week
Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contendWith thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why mustDisappointment all I endeavor end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,How wouldst thou worst, I wonder, than thou dostDefeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lustDo in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakesNow, leaved how thick! Laced they are again.With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakesThem; Birds build--but not I build, no, but strain,Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Friday, 8 August 2014 15:30 (nine years ago) link
man
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Friday, 8 August 2014 17:43 (nine years ago) link
xp to Hoos: nah man that was helpful. I think you've pretty much got it; there's just a few infelicitous word choices that leave me scratching my head ("desolate fancies", for example, almost certainly means "mental representations of desolation", but overexposure to Coleridge of late has me imagining a poet whose power of 'fancy' has dried up, leaving him unable to reverse the decay of earth's grandeur—& the invocation of a poetic golden age a few lines earlier would seem to justify this reading...)
― I don't even make sense right now because of my shoulder (bernard snowy), Friday, 8 August 2014 18:16 (nine years ago) link
Is the tree still standing in that poem? The part about "shattered to a stump" makes me think not. That might explain the "desolate fancies".
― o. nate, Saturday, 9 August 2014 01:52 (nine years ago) link
you guys know Gertrude Schnackenberg? I'm reading her.
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 9 August 2014 01:54 (nine years ago) link
Oh wait, I think it's still standing (hence "Leaves come upon each rift and broken limb / With every spring"), but the image of the tree "shattered to a stump" is "not lonelier" than the actual view of it standing in solitude. Perhaps these thoughts are examples of the "desolate fancies" mentioned later.
xp
― o. nate, Saturday, 9 August 2014 01:57 (nine years ago) link
rereading walcott. so good.
depressingly googled around and saw that zillions of new-agers have embraced "love after love" as some anthem to narcissism. i sorta wish he'd never written it, if he's going to be remembered for that instead of lines like
"and all you best dread the day i am healed / of being a human. All you fate in my hand, / ministers, businessmen, Shabine have you friend, I shall scatter your lives like a handful of sand, / I who have no weapon but poetry and / the lance of palms and the sea's shining shield!"
― everybody loves lana del raymond (s.clover), Saturday, 9 August 2014 19:04 (nine years ago) link
i could live a lifetime with the schooner flight
― everybody loves lana del raymond (s.clover), Saturday, 9 August 2014 19:05 (nine years ago) link
haven't seen an exclamation mark in a poem in forever maybe i read too much modern poetry
― schlump, Saturday, 9 August 2014 20:41 (nine years ago) link
reminds me of Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art."
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 9 August 2014 21:03 (nine years ago) link
Xpo. nate, it hadn't even occurred to me that in reacting to "shattered to a stump," he was describing a potential, rather than actual, modification of the tree—I pictured some deep rift left by a lightning-strike—but now that you say that I think I've got the whole picture!
― I don't even make sense right now because of my shoulder (bernard snowy), Sunday, 10 August 2014 02:05 (nine years ago) link
This might help with the mental picture:http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowthorpe_Oak
― woof, Sunday, 10 August 2014 12:22 (nine years ago) link
oh, thanks! but this sentence (from one of the links in the article) is even more unclear than the poem:
There is sufficient space within the hollow trunk to hold a party and one former tenant of the farm had a roof and a door installed and used the recess as an additional room in which 39 people have stood at one time and 13 have sat down comfortably to tea while successive generations of children born and raised on the farm have played in its branches.
― I don't even make sense right now because of my shoulder (bernard snowy), Sunday, 10 August 2014 16:24 (nine years ago) link
what is the referent of "it" in "poesy's visions swim around it "
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Sunday, 10 August 2014 18:13 (nine years ago) link
Burthorp!
― dow, Sunday, 10 August 2014 21:17 (nine years ago) link
I think it has to be "tree" but I wanted to advance a claim for " poesy "
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Sunday, 10 August 2014 21:59 (nine years ago) link
It's a just claim. Poesy's visions do swim around poesy, in a meltiness, a soft decline stirred by the poet, who goes from "vague indifference," to identifying with the tree's decline and vulnerability--pathos as reproach for vague indifference, which seems a lesser state---but from all this decay and grey he makes something new, a poem.
― dow, Sunday, 10 August 2014 22:55 (nine years ago) link
But I prefer several poems on this thread.
― dow, Sunday, 10 August 2014 22:57 (nine years ago) link
I don't like it much at all tbh.
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Monday, 11 August 2014 19:20 (nine years ago) link
296
Your thin shoulders are for turning red under whips, turning red under whips, and flaming in the raw cold.
Your child's fingers are for lifting flatirons, for lifting flatirons, and for knotting cords.
Your tender soles are for walking on broken glass, walking on broken glass, across bloody sand.
And I'm for burning like a black candle lit for you, for burning like a black candle that dare not pray.
(1934)
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Monday, 11 August 2014 19:34 (nine years ago) link
I'll post a better Clare poem when I get home tonight; I mostly put that one up cuz it happened to be irritating me at the time...
― ODB's missing grammy (bernard snowy), Monday, 11 August 2014 23:41 (nine years ago) link
K, here's one that better shows off his fine descriptive powers (albeit with a rather tacked-on conclusion) :
AN IDLE HOUR. SAUNTERING at ease, I often love to lean O’er old bridge walls, and mark the flood below,Whose ripples, through the weeds of oily green, Like happy travelers chatter as they go;And view the sunshine dancing on the arch, Time keeping to the merry waves beneath.While on the banks some drooping blossoms parch, Thirsting for water in the day’s hot breath,Right glad of mud-drops splashed upon their leaves, By cattle plunging from the steepy brink; 10Each water-flower more than its share receives, And revels to its very cups in drink:—So in the world, some strive, and fare but ill,While others riot, and have plenty still.
― ODB's missing grammy (bernard snowy), Monday, 11 August 2014 23:49 (nine years ago) link
Charles Wright's Negative Blue just arrived, collecting Chickamauga, Black Zodiac, and Appalachia.
I was excited for it because I remembered loving Chickamauga when I first read it a few years ago, but it's leaving me pretty cold now. Seems ponderous and samey.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Saturday, 16 August 2014 18:13 (nine years ago) link
Rereading "The Fortunate Traveler" disappointed me. Chunks of the poem are didactic or crumble into mere rhetoric. But
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 16 August 2014 18:26 (nine years ago) link
Wright's recent books (Sestets, Littlefoot) are my favorites of his. Less jive, clearer thoughts.
― the one where, as balls alludes (Eazy), Saturday, 16 August 2014 20:19 (nine years ago) link