From anny.ballardini at tin.it Mon May 1 01:20:45 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 07:20:45 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] CPR's Best Poetry Books 2005 References: <417.3c949e.3186bec4@aol.com> Message-ID: <006201c66cde$fff8e900$7ae83652@ANNY> :-) Commenting: _Every one of them is worth owning_ : I think it was Beckett that once went to the market and said he finally bought la commode de Proust (http://www.enchantedlearning.com/languages/french/Disfor.shtml) _praised for the virtues of his vices_ : this one is also quite good, there should be more clemency these days ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Monday, May 01, 2006 3:30 AM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] CPR's Best Poetry Books 2005 Best Criticism: The Undiscovered Country by William Logan (Columbia University Press) Runners-Up: A Poet?s Prose: Selected Essays of Louise Bogan, edited by Mary Kinzie (Swallow Press). Break, Blow, Burn: Camille Paglia Reads Forty-three of the World's Best Poems (Pantheon). The Wounded Surgeon by Adam Kirsch (Norton). William Logan edged the competition with his fecundity: this is his fourth collection of criticism in seven years. Every one of them is worth owning and, collectively, they stand as the most complete analysis of contemporary English-language poets that we are likely to have. Logan is constantly reprimanded for his hard-man style; it's time he was praised for the virtues of his vices. -- This statement reminds me of the old joke: Q: Mr. Logan, why do you keep hitting yourself in the head with poetry books. A: Because it feels so good when I stop. 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She wore a dress based upon the principle of the daffodil: puffed sleeves, inflated bodice, profusion of frills along the shoulder blades and hemline. A dress based upon the principle of girl as flower; everything unfolding, spilling outward and downward: ribbon, stole, corsage, sash. It was the only thing I was ever Elected. A very short king. I wore a bow tie, and felt Like a third-grader. Even the scent of daffodils you left reminds me. It was a spring night. And escorting her down the runway was a losing battle, trying to march down among the full, thick folds of crinoline, into the barrage of her father's flashbulbs, wading the backwash of her mother's perfume: scared, smiling, tiny, down at the end of that long, thin, Audrey Hepburn arm, where I was king. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: From rsillima at yahoo.com Mon May 1 08:25:28 2006 From: rsillima at yahoo.com (Ron Silliman) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 05:25:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: [New-Poetry] Silliman's Blog Message-ID: <20060501122528.41812.qmail@web31811.mail.mud.yahoo.com> http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ RECENT POSTS The next Democratic Debacle Bob Casey in Pennsylvania Saving the internet The Da Vinci Code is to great literature as Indiana Jones is to great cinema The future of online publication What people are actually reading and where they submit their poetry Quality vs. accessibility in online publications A survey of poets their reading and publishing habits online and in print The Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere Rethinking aura in front of the Enola Gay, the Space Shuttle and Sandra Day O???Connor Insider vs. outsider art Andi Olsen???s film Where the Smiling Ends at the American Visionary Art Museum Be Here to Love Me A film about Townes Van Zandt Ten years of poetry at the Washington Post 16 grand pianos, 4 drums, 3 xylophones one gong, assorted alarms and a piercing siren - George Antheil makes everyone jump at Dada in DC A selected poems for Louis Zukofsky The Library of America volume Publishers Weekly on poetry and the web Redell Olsen and Drew Milne The place of English http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ From paul.lake at mail.atu.edu Mon May 1 03:54:10 2006 From: paul.lake at mail.atu.edu (Paul Lake) Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 02:54:10 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander In-Reply-To: <007b01c66bac$0378c070$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: On 4/29/06 11:43 AM, "TheOldMole" wrote: > If it's not self-serving or predatory, what good is it? >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: Jeff Newberry >> To: NewPoetry >> Sent: Saturday, April 29, 2006 11:45 AM >> Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander >> >> I come to consider language by how it uses me. Poetry offers a >> transformative summons. It enacts my own felt need to engage emotional, >> aesthetic, and intellectual experience in forms neither self-serving nor >> predatory. [ . . . ] The great capacity of language is to bring us into >> proximity with one another. We fill with recognitions. In my own encounter >> with poetry, I approach the imagined possibility of an attentive mode of >> being. Shifting my perspective, poetry reconstructs my relationship with the >> world and to the future. I am torn awake. >> >> Forrest Gander, *A Faithful Existence: Reading Memory and Transcendence* >> (Shoemaker & Hoard: 2005) >> >> >> >> >> Jeff Newberry Thanks for piercing Gander?s verbal bubble, Tad. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From opus40-01 at opus40.org Mon May 1 11:26:06 2006 From: opus40-01 at opus40.org (opus40-01 at opus40.org) Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 10:26:06 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Poetry in need of CPR? Message-ID: <20060501152606.BE15A13D02@smapp04.siteprotect.com> An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com Mon May 1 14:05:23 2006 From: DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com (DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 14:05:23 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander Message-ID: <200605011805.k41I5cdn029703@d01av01.pok.ibm.com> Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? (Let's see how many cynical responses this brings.) Richard Paul Lake wrote: > If it's not self-serving or predatory, what good is it? >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: Jeff Newberry >> To: NewPoetry >> Sent: Saturday, April 29, 2006 11:45 AM >> Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander >> >> I come to consider language by how it uses me. Poetry offers a >> transformative summons. It enacts my own felt need to engage emotional, >> aesthetic, and intellectual experience in forms neither self-serving nor >> predatory. [ . . . ] The great capacity of language is to bring us into >> proximity with one another. We fill with recognitions. In my own encounter >> with poetry, I approach the imagined possibility of an attentive mode of >> being. Shifting my perspective, poetry reconstructs my relationship with the >> world and to the future. I am torn awake. >> >> Forrest Gander, *A Faithful Existence: Reading Memory and Transcendence* >> (Shoemaker & Hoard: 2005) >> >> >> >> >> Jeff Newberry Thanks for piercing Gander9s verbal bubble, Tad. From anny.ballardini at tin.it Mon May 1 14:20:33 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 20:20:33 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander References: <200605011805.k41I5cdn029703@d01av01.pok.ibm.com> Message-ID: <006b01c66d4b$efa04270$4dab3852@ANNY> I added it here: http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1289 under New Poetry Mailing List: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=62 From: Sent: Monday, May 01, 2006 8:05 PM > Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? > > (Let's see how many cynical responses this brings.) > > Richard > > Paul Lake wrote: >> If it's not self-serving or predatory, what good is it? >>> ----- Original Message ----- >>> From: Jeff Newberry >>> To: NewPoetry >>> Sent: Saturday, April 29, 2006 11:45 AM >>> Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander >>> >>> I come to consider language by how it uses me. Poetry offers a >>> transformative summons. It enacts my own felt need to engage emotional, >>> aesthetic, and intellectual experience in forms neither self-serving nor >>> predatory. [ . . . ] The great capacity of language is to bring us into >>> proximity with one another. We fill with recognitions. In my own encounter >>> with poetry, I approach the imagined possibility of an attentive mode of >>> being. Shifting my perspective, poetry reconstructs my relationship with the >>> world and to the future. I am torn awake. >>> >>> Forrest Gander, *A Faithful Existence: Reading Memory and Transcendence* >>> (Shoemaker & Hoard: 2005) >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> Jeff Newberry > > Thanks for piercing Gander9s verbal bubble, Tad. > _______________________________________________ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From paul.lake at mail.atu.edu Mon May 1 08:04:46 2006 From: paul.lake at mail.atu.edu (Paul Lake) Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 07:04:46 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander In-Reply-To: <200605011805.k41I5cdn029703@d01av01.pok.ibm.com> Message-ID: On 5/1/06 1:05 PM, "DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com" wrote: > Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? Only if the elevation is a result of gaseousness. From jeff.newberry at gmail.com Mon May 1 15:52:22 2006 From: jeff.newberry at gmail.com (Jeff Newberry) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 15:52:22 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander (Again) Message-ID: <731bb17a0605011252j7b62a827t508fbdc6c83809b@mail.gmail.com> I'm not picking a fight here--curious that I feel the need to add this caveat when I disagree with somebody . . . Anyway, I dont' think of Forrest Gander as a gaseous writer. I've read a good bit of the book of essays that the quotation in question comes from (*A Faithful Existence*)*.* He seems to me a writer imminently connected to the natural world; his poetry stems from his connection with the land. I've just finished reading *Eye Against Eye, *which includes a wonderful sequence of poems written after some landscape photography by Sally Mann. I don't have the book right here in front of me, but I was impressed with it. I'd never read anything by Forrest Gander before; I'd heard of him, but I knew that he published with New Directions that that my aesthetic was somewhat different than his. Frankly, I didn't think that I'd like his work. However, I read him and I did really enjoy it. I've just gotten copies of *Science & Steepleflower* and *Deeds of Utmost Kindess*. So far, I'm not liking them as much as I do Eye Against Eye, but I find the poems fascinating (if not somewhat opaque at places). All of this to say that I didn't think the quotation I posted was any more "gaseous" or elevated than any number of things one could say about poetry. Cheers, Jeff Newberry On 5/1/06, Paul Lake wrote: > > On 5/1/06 1:05 PM, "DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com" < > DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com> > wrote: > > > Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? > > Only if the elevation is a result of gaseousness. > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > -- "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." --Miguel de Unamuno Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I'd never read > anything by Forrest Gander before; I'd heard of him, but I knew that he > published with New Directions that that my aesthetic was somewhat different > than his. Frankly, I didn't think that I'd like his work. > > However, I read him and I did really enjoy it. I've just gotten copies of > Science & Steepleflower and Deeds of Utmost Kindess. So far, I'm not liking > them as much as I do Eye Against Eye, but I find the poems fascinating (if not > somewhat opaque at places). > > All of this to say that I didn't think the quotation I posted was any more > "gaseous" or elevated than any number of things one could say about poetry. > > Cheers, > > Jeff Newberry > > > On 5/1/06, Paul Lake wrote: >> On 5/1/06 1:05 PM, "DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com" < DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com> >> wrote: >> >>> > Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? >> >> Only if the elevation is a result of gaseousness. >> >> _______________________________________________ >> New-Poetry mailing list >> New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu >> http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry >> > > I haven?t read the books by Gander you mentioned. I was only responding to the prose statement of his you posted. Paul -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Mon May 1 16:17:20 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 15:17:20 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander (Again) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: I'm not up on Forrest Gander's work--either in prose or poetry. But I did locate his web site, and note that several essays are online, plus reviews and poems: http://www.brown.edu/Departments/Literary_Arts/people/Forrest/ On 5/1/06 8:10 AM, "Paul Lake" wrote: > On 5/1/06 2:52 PM, "Jeff Newberry" wrote: > >> I'm not picking a fight here--curious that I feel the need to add this caveat >> when I disagree with somebody . . . >> >> Anyway, I dont' think of Forrest Gander as a gaseous writer. I've read a >> good bit of the book of essays that the quotation in question comes from (A >> Faithful Existence). He seems to me a writer imminently connected to the >> natural world; his poetry stems from his connection with the land. I've just >> finished reading Eye Against Eye, which includes a wonderful sequence of >> poems written after some landscape photography by Sally Mann. I don't have >> the book right here in front of me, but I was impressed with it. I'd never >> read anything by Forrest Gander before; I'd heard of him, but I knew that he >> published with New Directions that that my aesthetic was somewhat different >> than his. Frankly, I didn't think that I'd like his work. >> >> However, I read him and I did really enjoy it. I've just gotten copies of >> Science & Steepleflower and Deeds of Utmost Kindess. So far, I'm not liking >> them as much as I do Eye Against Eye, but I find the poems fascinating (if >> not somewhat opaque at places). >> >> All of this to say that I didn't think the quotation I posted was any more >> "gaseous" or elevated than any number of things one could say about poetry. >> >> Cheers, >> >> Jeff Newberry >> ==================================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ==================================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From jeff.newberry at gmail.com Mon May 1 16:24:46 2006 From: jeff.newberry at gmail.com (Jeff Newberry) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 16:24:46 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander (Again) In-Reply-To: References: <731bb17a0605011252j7b62a827t508fbdc6c83809b@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <731bb17a0605011324x981bafdu7cdfffd2fe52164e@mail.gmail.com> Reading the quote again, Paul, I can certainly see your point. It may be that I'm a bit gassy myself, but I like it. Take care, Jeff On 5/1/06, Paul Lake wrote: > > On 5/1/06 2:52 PM, "Jeff Newberry" wrote: > > I'm not picking a fight here--curious that I feel the need to add this > caveat when I disagree with somebody . . . > > Anyway, I dont' think of Forrest Gander as a gaseous writer. I've read a > good bit of the book of essays that the quotation in question comes from ( > *A Faithful Existence*)*.* He seems to me a writer imminently connected > to the natural world; his poetry stems from his connection with the land. > I've just finished reading *Eye Against Eye, *which includes a wonderful > sequence of poems written after some landscape photography by Sally Mann. I > don't have the book right here in front of me, but I was impressed with it. > I'd never read anything by Forrest Gander before; I'd heard of him, but I > knew that he published with New Directions that that my aesthetic was > somewhat different than his. Frankly, I didn't think that I'd like his > work. > > However, I read him and I did really enjoy it. I've just gotten copies of > *Science & Steepleflower* and *Deeds of Utmost Kindess*. So far, I'm not > liking them as much as I do Eye Against Eye, but I find the poems > fascinating (if not somewhat opaque at places). > > All of this to say that I didn't think the quotation I posted was any more > "gaseous" or elevated than any number of things one could say about poetry. > > Cheers, > > Jeff Newberry > > > On 5/1/06, *Paul Lake* wrote: > > On 5/1/06 1:05 PM, "DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com" < > DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com> > wrote: > > > Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? > > Only if the elevation is a result of gaseousness. > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry < > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry> > > > > > I haven't read the books by Gander you mentioned. I was only responding to > the prose statement of his you posted. > > > Paul > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > -- "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." --Miguel de Unamuno Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Mon May 1 16:53:07 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 22:53:07 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] talking of gas Message-ID: <010d01c66d61$4039e870$4dab3852@ANNY> La poesia ? la prima figura dell'impegno: perch? non solamente essa deve e pu? parlare della libert?, dire cio? la prepotente 'sortita' dell'uomo dalle barriere di ogni condizionamento, e il superamento di qualunque 'dato'; ma col suo solo apparire, si d? inizio alla sortita, al processo di liberazione. La poesia, come la libert? ? 'una sola parola' quella che 'salva l'anima' in una suprema proposta qualitativa .". Poetry is the first figure of duty: because not only it must and can speak of freedom, i.e. say of the pressing 'exit' of man out of the barriers of any conditioning, and of the overcoming of any 'given'; but right at its appearance you give way to the coming out, to the process of liberation. Poetry, as freedom, is 'just one word' the one that 'saves your soul' in a supreme qualitative proposal... Andrea Zanzotto -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Poetry is the first figure of duty: because not only it must and can speak of freedom, i.e. say of the pressing 'exit' of man out of the barriers of any conditioning, and of the overcoming of any 'given'; but right at its appearance you give way to the coming out, to the process of liberation. Poetry, as freedom, is 'just one word' the one that 'saves your soul' in a supreme qualitative proposal... Andrea Zanzotto ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 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More real than snow and lilies, they pounce when the door to the dining-room opens. Successful modifications arise when they are most needed. 2. Humble particulars reflect usual fondness for dream language, its cubes and prisms. Undaunted by classical physics, they invent their own contexts, mercurial disorders leading them quickly on from one thing to the next. Dimming the universal, they offer convincing evidence of quotidian spontaneity, eschewing delusionary metaphor. The world and its secrets rise from their window-boxes obscuring both inner and outer strains of thought. 3. Here now, our most devout stipulations: that something must come of it all, that we find uses for everything, but innovative nomenclature brings us not one iota of true satisfaction. More real than shadow, we swarm in the pool, though no lifeguard was present. Lyrical Intensity joins us for dinner, her methods on view for all to behold. Efficacious unsettlings, we do really love them. Isn't that so? Hal Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net halvard at gmail.com http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com From anny.ballardini at tin.it Tue May 2 17:46:40 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 23:46:40 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] "Reconstructive Landscapes" References: <43545CC0-57B3-4BAD-B429-A408A1312730@earthlink.net> Message-ID: <011a01c66e31$e57041b0$d6d63152@ANNY> On the verge of the new day, see tomorrow, I think this is an excellent poem, Anny ----- Original Message ----- From: "Halvard Johnson" To: "New-Poetry New-Poetry" Sent: Tuesday, May 02, 2006 11:39 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] "Reconstructive Landscapes" > > Reconstructive Landscapes > > 1. > Guest aestheticians pell-mell into our newly enfranchised > options, minding their manners. Their full-grown sensibilities > > comprise the grammatical codes of early 21st-century thought > more than is often recognized. Malleable injunctions > > and freshness of topic are their touchstones. So many butterfly > wings, so little time. More real than snow and lilies, > > they pounce when the door to the dining-room opens. > Successful modifications arise when they are most needed. > > 2. > Humble particulars reflect usual fondness for dream language, > its cubes and prisms. Undaunted by classical physics, > > they invent their own contexts, mercurial disorders leading > them quickly on from one thing to the next. > > Dimming the universal, they offer convincing evidence of > quotidian spontaneity, eschewing delusionary metaphor. > > The world and its secrets rise from their window-boxes > obscuring both inner and outer strains of thought. > > 3. > Here now, our most devout stipulations: that something > must come of it all, that we find uses for everything, > > but innovative nomenclature brings us not one iota > of true satisfaction. More real than shadow, > > we swarm in the pool, though no lifeguard was present. > Lyrical Intensity joins us for dinner, her methods > > on view for all to behold. Efficacious unsettlings, > we do really love them. Isn't that so? > > > > Hal > > Halvard Johnson > ================ > halvard at earthlink.net > halvard at gmail.com > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > From DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com Tue May 2 18:16:36 2006 From: DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com (DICK at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com) Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 18:16:36 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Forrest Gander Message-ID: <200605022216.k42MGpJR005007@d01av01.pok.ibm.com> ***** Reply to your note of: Tue, 2 May 2006 12:00:05 -0400 ************** DICK at PKMFGVM4 wrote: >Uncomfortable with elevated language and thoughts, fellas? > >(Let's see how many cynical responses this brings.) Paul Lake wrote: >>Only if the elevation is a result of gaseousness. That's one. Richard From halvard at earthlink.net Wed May 3 08:17:07 2006 From: halvard at earthlink.net (Halvard Johnson) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 08:17:07 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] "Reconstructive Landscapes" In-Reply-To: <011a01c66e31$e57041b0$d6d63152@ANNY> References: <43545CC0-57B3-4BAD-B429-A408A1312730@earthlink.net> <011a01c66e31$e57041b0$d6d63152@ANNY> Message-ID: I'm pleased that you think so, Anny. Good to read on this morning of the new day. Hal CLO ED FOR REN VATION Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 2, 2006, at 5:46 PM, Anny Ballardini wrote: > On the verge of the new day, see tomorrow, I think this is an > excellent poem, > Anny > > ----- Original Message ----- From: "Halvard Johnson" > > To: "New-Poetry New-Poetry" > Sent: Tuesday, May 02, 2006 11:39 PM > Subject: [New-Poetry] "Reconstructive Landscapes" > > >> >> Reconstructive Landscapes >> >> 1. >> Guest aestheticians pell-mell into our newly enfranchised >> options, minding their manners. Their full-grown sensibilities >> >> comprise the grammatical codes of early 21st-century thought >> more than is often recognized. Malleable injunctions >> >> and freshness of topic are their touchstones. So many butterfly >> wings, so little time. More real than snow and lilies, >> >> they pounce when the door to the dining-room opens. >> Successful modifications arise when they are most needed. >> >> 2. >> Humble particulars reflect usual fondness for dream language, >> its cubes and prisms. Undaunted by classical physics, >> >> they invent their own contexts, mercurial disorders leading >> them quickly on from one thing to the next. >> >> Dimming the universal, they offer convincing evidence of >> quotidian spontaneity, eschewing delusionary metaphor. >> >> The world and its secrets rise from their window-boxes >> obscuring both inner and outer strains of thought. >> >> 3. >> Here now, our most devout stipulations: that something >> must come of it all, that we find uses for everything, >> >> but innovative nomenclature brings us not one iota >> of true satisfaction. More real than shadow, >> >> we swarm in the pool, though no lifeguard was present. >> Lyrical Intensity joins us for dinner, her methods >> >> on view for all to behold. Efficacious unsettlings, >> we do really love them. Isn't that so? >> >> >> >> Hal >> >> Halvard Johnson >> ================ >> halvard at earthlink.net >> halvard at gmail.com >> http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard >> http://entropyandme.blogspot.com >> http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com >> >> >> _______________________________________________ >> New-Poetry mailing list >> New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu >> http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry From opus40-01 at opus40.org Wed May 3 12:21:14 2006 From: opus40-01 at opus40.org (opus40-01 at opus40.org) Date: Wed, 03 May 2006 11:21:14 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan and Ashbery Message-ID: <20060503162114.C776613CEA@smapp04.siteprotect.com> An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Are songs like "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" and "Gates of Eden" the same sort of explorations of the vagaries of thought as Ashbery's poems? = _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Wed May 3 12:36:39 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Wed, 03 May 2006 11:36:39 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Dylan and Ashbery In-Reply-To: <20060503162114.C776613CEA@smapp04.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: Dylan's lyrics do frequently have a lot of surrealism in them, and that's one of Ashbery's wellsprings, too. I've always thought Dylan's stuff works best lyrically when he sticks closest to fairly traditional forms and modes--the blues, the ballad tradition, and especially when he employs narrative. However fractured and dreamy the stories he tells, they're often stories in a way never approached or attempted by Ashbery. Nothing in Ashbery quite like "Tangled Up in Blue," "Desolation Row," or "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue." Something like "Gates of Eden," though--yeah, a bit more Ashberyian, possibly. I remember how forcefully struck I was upon first reading Ashbery's journalism and art reviews--there's nothing remotely Ashberyian about them, in terms of style. Personally, I think it's too bad he has seldom applied his formidible skills to more coherent poetic utterance. Yes, I enjoy the vagaries of thought from time to time, but he's only using a small slice of his powers, I often feel. On 5/3/06 11:21 AM, "opus40-01 at opus40.org" wrote: > > Coming from, to some degree, the same place? Are songs like "Just Like Tom > Thumb's Blues" and "Gates of Eden" the same sort of explorations of the > vagaries of thought as Ashbery's poems? > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry ==================================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ==================================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From opus40-01 at opus40.org Wed May 3 13:32:15 2006 From: opus40-01 at opus40.org (opus40-01 at opus40.org) Date: Wed, 03 May 2006 12:32:15 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Dylan and Ashbery Message-ID: <20060503173215.4E17713D02@smapp02.siteprotect.com> An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From halvard at earthlink.net Wed May 3 13:43:12 2006 From: halvard at earthlink.net (Halvard Johnson) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 13:43:12 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Dylan and Ashbery In-Reply-To: <20060503173215.4E17713D02@smapp02.siteprotect.com> References: <20060503173215.4E17713D02@smapp02.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: <71291FA0-C608-4A9D-98DB-57740407B468@earthlink.net> On May 3, 2006, at 1:32 PM, wrote: > But then, for me, when Ashbery is most successful, I find that I > just love the sound of his words. Not to mention the sounds and rhythms of his sentences. Hal "I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.Often when I couldn't pay the grocery bill, Providence intervened and I don't mean my natal city, Providence, which can be counted on for nothing." --S. J. 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I could deal with the texts, though ----- Original Message ----- From: Halvard Johnson To: opus40-01 at opus40.org ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 7:43 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Re: Dylan and Ashbery On May 3, 2006, at 1:32 PM, wrote: But then, for me, when Ashbery is most successful, I find that I just love the sound of his words. Not to mention the sounds and rhythms of his sentences. Hal "I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.Often when I couldn't pay the grocery bill, Providence intervened and I don't mean my natal city, Providence, which can be counted on for nothing." --S. J. Perelman Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I could deal with the texts, though ----- Original Message ----- From: Halvard Johnson To: opus40-01 at opus40.org ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 7:43 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Re: Dylan and Ashbery On May 3, 2006, at 1:32 PM, wrote: But then, for me, when Ashbery is most successful, I find that I just love the sound of his words. Not to mention the sounds and rhythms of his sentences. Hal "I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.Often when I couldn't pay the grocery bill, Providence intervened and I don't mean my natal city, Providence, which can be counted on for nothing." --S. J. 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URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Wed May 3 14:49:02 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Wed, 03 May 2006 13:49:02 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page In-Reply-To: <20060503173215.4E17713D02@smapp02.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: On 5/3/06 12:32 PM, "opus40-01 at opus40.org" wrote: > > > I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that > Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years > hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. ================================ DESOLATION ROW Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1965 They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight >From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy "It takes one to know one," she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough >From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the door knob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them >From Desolation Row ==================================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ==================================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From LauraHeidy at aol.com Wed May 3 14:58:34 2006 From: LauraHeidy at aol.com (LauraHeidy at aol.com) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 14:58:34 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Message-ID: <3ca.211dda4.318a575a@aol.com> In a message dated 5/3/2006 1:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time, grahamd at ripon.edu writes: I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. I dunno. I loved it then, I still love it now. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Bob Dylan - 1974) The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. 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URL: From amyhappens at yahoo.com Wed May 3 17:12:05 2006 From: amyhappens at yahoo.com (amy king) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 14:12:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: [New-Poetry] MiPoesias -- Next Door Living In-Reply-To: <20060428150145.2774.qmail@web81111.mail.mud.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20060503211205.7120.qmail@web81103.mail.mud.yahoo.com> Poetry and prose at the touch of a button - please read the words and hear the poets perform: Hanna Andrews - "F3" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/andrews_hanna.html Mark Yakich - "Patriot Acts," "Patriot Acts," and "Patriot Acts" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/yakich_mark.html Kate Greenstreet - from "Great Women of Science" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/greenstreet_kate.html Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle - "Sleeping Spells" and "Please Address All Mail to my Suitcase" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/cruickshank-hagenbuckle_geoffrey.html Mathias Svalina - "Capability," "Coney Island Hot Dogs," "My Skills," "Comma Place," and "Dear Santa" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/savlina_mathias.html Bob Marcacci - "A Taste of Another Place" and "We Go On in Bejing" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/marcacci_bob.html Jennifer Firestone - from "Flashes" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/firestone_jennifer.html Jen Tynes - "How to Bomb-Proof a Horse" -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Shorts/tynes_jen.html Devendra Banhart - Drawings -- http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/banhart_devendra.html Thanks for stopping by! Amy King & Didi Menendez http://www.mipoesias.com http://www.amyking.org/blog --------------------------------- New Yahoo! Messenger with Voice. Call regular phones from your PC and save big. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Wed May 3 17:45:50 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 17:45:50 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page References: <3ca.211dda4.318a575a@aol.com> Message-ID: <002201c66efa$f2484620$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> I'm doing a unit on Dylan for my American Lit II class - starting Friday, and I'll definitely be including the Jack of Hearts. I'm also teaching this class called "The Short Story," and since the only thing I have to do in it is assign one short story after another, I decided to vary it for the last part of the semester, and do other things that are short and tell a story -- songs, poems, a one-act play and (last up) Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." These are the songs and poems I used: Songs: Stackolee (five different versions, including my poem and the Clash's Wrong 'em Boyo) Maybellene The Boxer Take a Walk on the Wild Side Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts Billy the Kid Poems: Frost - Home Burial Poe - The Raven Kipling - Ballad of East and West traditional - The Wife of Usher's Well Keats - Eve of St. Agnes Next up, the Dylan songs I'm using for American Lit: Girl From The North Country Masters Of War A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Times They Are A-Changin', Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Chimes Of Freedom Motorpsycho Nightmare Ballad In Plain D It Ain't Me Babe Subterranean Homesick Blues Mr. Tambourine Man Gates Of Eden It's All Over Now, Baby Blue Like A Rolling Stone Ballad Of A Thin Man Highway 61 Revisited Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Desolation Row Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Just Like A Woman Positively 4th Street Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest I Pity The Poor Immigrant Wicked Messenger Lay Lady Lay Day Of The Locusts If Dogs Run Free Knockin' On Heaven's Door Forever Young Tangled Up In Blue Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts Hurricane Gotta Serve Somebody Neighborhood Bully Man Of Peace Any suggestions for alterations? ----- Original Message ----- From: LauraHeidy at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 2:58 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page In a message dated 5/3/2006 1:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time, grahamd at ripon.edu writes: I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. I dunno. I loved it then, I still love it now. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Bob Dylan - 1974) The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. Lo Terminal Chaosity http://lauraheidy.blogspot.com/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Wed May 3 17:52:13 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 23:52:13 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page References: <3ca.211dda4.318a575a@aol.com> <002201c66efa$f2484620$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: <018c01c66efb$d6c83710$c8c93a52@ANNY> How could one? and thanks for Knocking on the Heaven's Door, Al Maginnes, I think you will have to stand me for a while longer From: TheOldMole Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 11:45 PM I'm doing a unit on Dylan for my American Lit II class - starting Friday, and I'll definitely be including the Jack of Hearts. I'm also teaching this class called "The Short Story," and since the only thing I have to do in it is assign one short story after another, I decided to vary it for the last part of the semester, and do other things that are short and tell a story -- songs, poems, a one-act play and (last up) Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." These are the songs and poems I used: Songs: Stackolee (five different versions, including my poem and the Clash's Wrong 'em Boyo) Maybellene The Boxer Take a Walk on the Wild Side Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts Billy the Kid Poems: Frost - Home Burial Poe - The Raven Kipling - Ballad of East and West traditional - The Wife of Usher's Well Keats - Eve of St. Agnes Next up, the Dylan songs I'm using for American Lit: Girl From The North Country Masters Of War A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Times They Are A-Changin', Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Chimes Of Freedom Motorpsycho Nightmare Ballad In Plain D It Ain't Me Babe Subterranean Homesick Blues Mr. Tambourine Man Gates Of Eden It's All Over Now, Baby Blue Like A Rolling Stone Ballad Of A Thin Man Highway 61 Revisited Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Desolation Row Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Just Like A Woman Positively 4th Street Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest I Pity The Poor Immigrant Wicked Messenger Lay Lady Lay Day Of The Locusts If Dogs Run Free Knockin' On Heaven's Door Forever Young Tangled Up In Blue Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts Hurricane Gotta Serve Somebody Neighborhood Bully Man Of Peace Any suggestions for alterations? ----- Original Message ----- From: LauraHeidy at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 2:58 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page In a message dated 5/3/2006 1:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time, grahamd at ripon.edu writes: I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. I dunno. I loved it then, I still love it now. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Bob Dylan - 1974) The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. Lo Terminal Chaosity http://lauraheidy.blogspot.com/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: From tad at opus40.org Wed May 3 18:33:28 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 18:33:28 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page References: <3ca.211dda4.318a575a@aol.com><002201c66efa$f2484620$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> <010301c66f00$f870c120$2ab831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Message-ID: <00bc01c66f01$9991afb0$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Bob -- no, unlike the contemporary graphic novels, from "Maus" to "Batman: The Dark Knight," this is told entirely in graphic images, no text. It's an extraordinary piece of work. You can find it here. http://www.opus40.org/NP/godsman.html It'll take forever to download. ----- Original Message ----- From: Bob Grumman To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 6:28 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." I never heard of this--is it a comic book? "Graphic novels" are what serious comic books are called by some now, I believe. --Bob G. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Wed May 3 19:28:07 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 19:28:07 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page References: <3ca.211dda4.318a575a@aol.com><002201c66efa$f2484620$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress><010301c66f00$f870c120$2ab831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> <00bc01c66f01$9991afb0$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: <011b01c66f09$3c7fb8f0$2ab831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Thanks, Mole, I'm looking forward to this. Milton Gross (is it?) did the same kind of thing, but later than the twenties, I think--a comic masterpiece, I think. --Bob ----- Original Message ----- From: TheOldMole To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 6:33 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Bob -- no, unlike the contemporary graphic novels, from "Maus" to "Batman: The Dark Knight," this is told entirely in graphic images, no text. It's an extraordinary piece of work. You can find it here. http://www.opus40.org/NP/godsman.html It'll take forever to download. ----- Original Message ----- From: Bob Grumman To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 6:28 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." I never heard of this--is it a comic book? "Graphic novels" are what serious comic books are called by some now, I believe. --Bob G. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Wed May 3 19:42:11 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 01:42:11 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page References: <3ca.211dda4.318a575a@aol.com><002201c66efa$f2484620$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress><010301c66f00$f870c120$2ab831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> <00bc01c66f01$9991afb0$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: <002801c66f0b$335b6970$3bed3652@ANNY> Wonderful ----- Original Message ----- From: TheOldMole To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 12:33 AM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Bob -- no, unlike the contemporary graphic novels, from "Maus" to "Batman: The Dark Knight," this is told entirely in graphic images, no text. It's an extraordinary piece of work. You can find it here. http://www.opus40.org/NP/godsman.html It'll take forever to download. ----- Original Message ----- From: Bob Grumman To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 6:28 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." I never heard of this--is it a comic book? "Graphic novels" are what serious comic books are called by some now, I believe. --Bob G. _______________________________________________ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 4 07:57:32 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 13:57:32 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM Message-ID: <003501c66f71$ed23ece0$fb8d3052@ANNY> Here is a question by Tim Peterson on Ward from my blog, I found this link for Rockwell Kent: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/kentkent.htm and for his gallery: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/rkent2.htm ----- Original Message ----- From: Tim Peterson To: anny.ballardini at tin.it Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 10:32 AM Subject: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM This is beautiful. I wonder if Ward was an influence on illustrator Rockwell Kent? -- Posted by Tim Peterson to NarcissusWorks at 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 4 08:00:48 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 14:00:48 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM References: <003501c66f71$ed23ece0$fb8d3052@ANNY> Message-ID: <004401c66f72$620f1bb0$fb8d3052@ANNY> Better, here is Moby Dick with Rockwell Kent's etchings: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/mdimg1.htm From: Anny Ballardini Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 1:57 PM Here is a question by Tim Peterson on Ward from my blog, I found this link for Rockwell Kent: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/kentkent.htm and for his gallery: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/rkent2.htm ----- Original Message ----- From: Tim Peterson To: anny.ballardini at tin.it Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 10:32 AM Subject: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM This is beautiful. 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Hal "We are in the age of nerves. The muscle hangs, Like a memory, in museums . . ." --Vicente Huidobro Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Thu May 4 11:38:59 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 10:38:59 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Max Garland Message-ID: <7D0E20E7-F28E-4EE0-AF71-26DE63FEC191@ripon.edu> On Tuesday night I heard Max Garland read from his new collection--a long awaited new book, from my perspective. I recommend it, and him as a reader, highly. Day So Bright Was-lost-but-now-I?m-found is the shade of orange in the oaks today. Was-frost but-now-I?m-wind is how they move. It makes you want to plant an acorn or something. Carve a gourd. Trace the veins of a leaf out to the far reaches of space. Fork some timothy. Fescue? It?s a day so bright you can?t help but wish you were downright Amish, like let?s build a barn, quick and high, haymaker swings of the hammers like blue birdcalls over the stubbled fields. Let there be pies, and brush-thick beards, and bonnets over the politics. Let the world blink like a stranded grain. The day be sufficient. The feed corn rise to the brim of the crib. The coal of sunset. Let the heart be held still by the work of the day retracing its route through the muscles and the night come down like hair undone in the star-like static of the cold. --Max Garland. Hunger Wide as Heaven Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2006. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Thu May 4 12:04:33 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 12:04:33 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM References: <003501c66f71$ed23ece0$fb8d3052@ANNY> Message-ID: <001801c66f94$6f81ac50$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> I believe they were contemporaries -- Ward also illustrated children's books. Ward and Kent are two of my favorites -- I'm a big fan of illustration. Their closest heir today is probably Barry Moser. ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: New Poetry Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 7:57 AM Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM Here is a question by Tim Peterson on Ward from my blog, I found this link for Rockwell Kent: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/kentkent.htm and for his gallery: http://organizations.plattsburgh.edu/museum/rkent2.htm ----- Original Message ----- From: Tim Peterson To: anny.ballardini at tin.it Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 10:32 AM Subject: [NarcissusWorks] 5/04/2006 10:32:55 AM This is beautiful. 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 4 12:18:20 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 18:18:20 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Max Garland References: <7D0E20E7-F28E-4EE0-AF71-26DE63FEC191@ripon.edu> Message-ID: <004c01c66f96$5c515750$89d93052@ANNY> An excellent poem ----- Original Message ----- From: David Graham To: NewPoetry & Views Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 5:38 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Max Garland On Tuesday night I heard Max Garland read from his new collection--a long awaited new book, from my perspective. I recommend it, and him as a reader, highly. Day So Bright Was-lost-but-now-I?m-found is the shade of orange in the oaks today. Was-frost but-now-I?m-wind is how they move. It makes you want to plant an acorn or something. Carve a gourd. Trace the veins of a leaf out to the far reaches of space. Fork some timothy. Fescue? It?s a day so bright you can?t help but wish you were downright Amish, like let?s build a barn, quick and high, haymaker swings of the hammers like blue birdcalls over the stubbled fields. Let there be pies, and brush-thick beards, and bonnets over the politics. Let the world blink like a stranded grain. The day be sufficient. The feed corn rise to the brim of the crib. The coal of sunset. Let the heart be held still by the work of the day retracing its route through the muscles and the night come down like hair undone in the star-like static of the cold. --Max Garland. Hunger Wide as Heaven Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2006. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Thu May 4 12:34:57 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 12:34:57 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] talking of gas Message-ID: <267.97f6a7a.318b8731@aol.com> In a message dated 5/2/2006 4:45:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time, anny.ballardini at tin.it writes: La poesia ? la prima figura dell'impegno: perch? non solamente essa deve e pu? parlare della libert?, dire cio? la prepotente 'sortita' dell'uomo dalle barriere di ogni condizionamento, e il superamento di qualunque 'dato'; ma col suo solo apparire, si d? inizio alla sortita, al processo di liberazione. La poesia, come la libert? ? 'una sola parola' quella che 'salva l'anima' in una suprema proposta qualitativa ?". Poetry is the first figure of duty: because not only it must and can speak of freedom, i.e. say of the pressing 'exit' of man out of the barriers of any conditioning, and of the overcoming of any 'given'; but right at its appearance you give way to the coming out, to the process of liberation. Poetry, as freedom, is 'just one word' the one that 'saves your soul' in a supreme qualitative proposal... Andrea Zanzotto This fits in with your Why Poetry Exists section of your website? Jim F -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From cervantes.james at gmail.com Thu May 4 12:40:28 2006 From: cervantes.james at gmail.com (James Cervantes) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 09:40:28 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] "Ode to Academics" Message-ID: <648208b60605040940h6dbb004med5061b9d61f090@mail.gmail.com> Ode to Academics Wasted time, wasted space, wasted life. Waste is what is both refused and dumped, repudiated and thrown away. Think about the ways in which waste is "managed", how and where refused things and ideas are placed away. How much do we really know about nineteenth-century Britain and America? Do the cultures of the age still conjure up the same old vague impressions about gentlemanly conservatism, moral hypocrisy, oppressive domesticity, sexual repression, oversea expansion, fin-de-si?cle ennui? Consciousness of the body was heightened when it was constantly brought into new stimulating environments and put under scrutiny from various perspectives. Texts were produced not just to record the experiences but to participate in these changes of perceptions. Freedom is far from free. Network and hardware access bears often ignored costs. 'Free and open' at times means 'closed and expensive'. Freedom can be conceptualised to fit innumerable agendas. There is no solace in the liberty of being employed but poor, surveilled and uninsured. The central hacker ethos indicates that 'information wants to be free'. Free Culture and Free Software mark the tension between proprietary and open source domains. The flood of civic, participatory technologies such as the blog contributes to a larger number of voices being heard. Online, commons-based peer production creates novel, economic realities that no venture capitalist can kill. These alternative economies are not fads but real facts. The freedom to remix, to mash up, to reconceptualise, recontextualise, hybridise, breathes in free cultural formations. Citizens worldwide are armchair passengers on the nightly news train or watch reality TV shows such as 'Big Brother'. Benjamin Franklin reminds us that 'they that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.' Bertolt Brecht associated a blue sky with freedom. Increasingly, companies give away things for free. Enticing 'free gifts' must be paid back in the long run to the Googles and Ebays. We buy into the hierarchies of sharing and exchange. Can we live with the cruel lie that to preserve freedom, one must strike pre-emptively? Possible topics may include, but are not limited to, lounge music, tiki culture, burlesque, roadside attractions, "Oriental" kitsch, cowboys and Indians, and/or space-age futurism,with consideration of the racial/gendered/queer elements which mark the mid-century American fascination with the Other. No conference on the documentary tradition would be complete without a panel about the Direct Cinema movement. Contributions on the representation of the Asian male body in Japanese, Korean and British cinemas and on the representation of the male body in Spanish and British cinemas have been already commissioned. How is visual autofiction influenced by the media in which it takes shape? Does autofiction as new genre call for renewed usage of visual media? Does autofiction in visual arts specifically entail the breakdown of different media. What is the relation between visualization and performance in these types of artworks? What is the artistic status of autofiction in various media? TRUE NORTH: A line from any point on the earth's surface to the north pole. All lines of longitude are true north lines. True north is usually represented by a star. To express direction as a unit of angular measure, there must be a starting point or zero measure and a point of reference. As a theatre scholar, what are your baselines? How do you determine them? The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. The evolution of 'evolutions' has taken us from the Bible to Mao, from eugenics to rock music. Never before has fashion played such a pivotal role in the cultural, social, and private lives of so many. Yet the spaces and places which allow all this to take place remain obscured functioning simply as backdrops when in fact they are pivotal to the creation of meaning and the very notion and function of display. Attention has been paid to the surface/flesh/fabric of fashion and architecture, and little to the depth/interior/insides of these places and spaces. Difficulty both privileges and excludes. We revel in it and we strive to master it. At crucial times, we even resist it. Explore the value and the duplicity of difficulty as the word is received and interpreted, explore the dynamic between the complex and the simplified, and consider the labor of knowledge production alongside the wonder of the virtuoso performance. Is the most "difficult" the most revered? Does difficulty create or confine one's sense of belonging? ? Is there a use-value to this concept? Is there pleasure in it? -- Jim ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Homepages: http://home.earthlink.net/~jvcervantes/ http://www.poetserv.net/jvchome/index.html Salt River Review: http://www.poetserv.org From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 4 13:21:40 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 19:21:40 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] talking of gas References: <267.97f6a7a.318b8731@aol.com> Message-ID: <007301c66f9f$35060cf0$89d93052@ANNY> I put it on, the baroque it is it is heaving down the entire section, be careful when you open the page From: JforJames at aol.com Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 6:34 PM In a message dated 5/2/2006 4:45:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time, anny.ballardini at tin.it writes: La poesia ? la prima figura dell'impegno: perch? non solamente essa deve e pu? parlare della libert?, dire cio? la prepotente 'sortita' dell'uomo dalle barriere di ogni condizionamento, e il superamento di qualunque 'dato'; ma col suo solo apparire, si d? inizio alla sortita, al processo di liberazione. La poesia, come la libert? ? 'una sola parola' quella che 'salva l'anima' in una suprema proposta qualitativa ?". Poetry is the first figure of duty: because not only it must and can speak of freedom, i.e. say of the pressing 'exit' of man out of the barriers of any conditioning, and of the overcoming of any 'given'; but right at its appearance you give way to the coming out, to the process of liberation. Poetry, as freedom, is 'just one word' the one that 'saves your soul' in a supreme qualitative proposal... Andrea Zanzotto This fits in with your Why Poetry Exists section of your website? Jim F ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From cervantes.james at gmail.com Thu May 4 13:25:10 2006 From: cervantes.james at gmail.com (James Cervantes) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 10:25:10 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: talking of gas In-Reply-To: <007301c66f9f$35060cf0$89d93052@ANNY> References: <267.97f6a7a.318b8731@aol.com> <007301c66f9f$35060cf0$89d93052@ANNY> Message-ID: <648208b60605041025r6fba73b7gdd0fb525d2deef11@mail.gmail.com> On 5/4/06, Anny Ballardini wrote: > I put it on, the baroque it is it is heaving down the entire section, be > careful when you open the page > These days, everything turns into something like this: I put it on the baroque it is it is heaving down the entire section be careful when you open the page -- Jim ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Homepages: http://home.earthlink.net/~jvcervantes/ http://www.poetserv.net/jvchome/index.html Salt River Review: http://www.poetserv.org From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 4 13:45:22 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 19:45:22 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] "Ode to Academics" References: <648208b60605040940h6dbb004med5061b9d61f090@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <008401c66fa2$84823a30$89d93052@ANNY> I wanted to read this long Ode later, but since you were so nice to break up my lines, I dedicated a couple of minutes to your work. If I agree with all what you say, on the other hand I feel that this is what we want. Would I like to go back to an en/closed matriarchal or patriarchal system? Would I like to go back to the little shop that sells me copies of Dante's Divine Comedy over and over again? Don't I like to be so _constipated_ by things to read, to look at, to watch on the other hand, wouldn't I like to build that farm and live like the Amish don't I dream it every night when I go to sleep and forget about it in the morning when I get up that I have to rush out out and out into the eternal out From: "James Cervantes" Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 6:40 PM > Ode to Academics > > > Wasted time, wasted space, wasted life. > Waste is what is both refused and dumped, > repudiated and thrown away. > Think about the ways in which waste is "managed", > how and where refused things and ideas are placed away. > > How much do we really know about nineteenth-century > Britain and America? Do the cultures of the age > still conjure up the same old vague impressions > about gentlemanly conservatism, moral hypocrisy, > oppressive domesticity, sexual repression, oversea > expansion, fin-de-si?cle ennui? > > Consciousness of the body was heightened > when it was constantly brought into new > stimulating environments and put under scrutiny > from various perspectives. Texts were produced > not just to record the experiences but to participate > in these changes of perceptions. > > Freedom is far from free. Network and hardware > access bears often ignored costs. 'Free and open' > at times means 'closed and expensive'. Freedom > can be conceptualised to fit innumerable agendas. > There is no solace in the liberty of being employed > but poor, surveilled and uninsured. > > The central hacker ethos indicates that 'information > wants to be free'. Free Culture and Free Software > mark the tension between proprietary and open source > domains. The flood of civic, participatory technologies > such as the blog contributes to a larger number > of voices being heard. Online, commons-based > peer production creates novel, economic realities > that no venture capitalist can kill. > > These alternative economies are not fads but real facts. > The freedom to remix, to mash up, to reconceptualise, > recontextualise, hybridise, breathes in free cultural formations. > Citizens worldwide are armchair passengers on the nightly > news train or watch reality TV shows such as 'Big Brother'. > Benjamin Franklin reminds us that 'they that can give up essential liberty > to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.' > Bertolt Brecht associated a blue sky with freedom. > > Increasingly, companies give away things for free. > Enticing 'free gifts' must be paid back in the long run > to the Googles and Ebays. We buy into the hierarchies > of sharing and exchange. Can we live with the cruel lie > that to preserve freedom, one must strike pre-emptively? > > Possible topics may include, but are not limited to, lounge music, > tiki culture, burlesque, roadside attractions, "Oriental" kitsch, > cowboys and Indians, and/or space-age futurism,with consideration > of the racial/gendered/queer elements which mark the mid-century > American fascination with the Other. No conference > on the documentary tradition would be complete > without a panel about the Direct Cinema movement. > Contributions on the representation of the Asian male > body in Japanese, Korean and British cinemas > and on the representation of the male body in Spanish > and British cinemas have been already commissioned. > > How is visual autofiction influenced by the media in which it takes shape? > Does autofiction as new genre call for renewed usage of visual media? > Does autofiction in visual arts specifically entail the breakdown > of different media. What is the relation between visualization > and performance in these types of artworks? What is the artistic > status of autofiction in various media? TRUE NORTH: A line > > from any point on the earth's surface to the north pole. > All lines of longitude are true north lines. True north > is usually represented by a star. To express direction > as a unit of angular measure, there must be a starting point > or zero measure and a point of reference. As a theatre scholar, > what are your baselines? How do you determine them? > > The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; > and that which is done is that which shall be done: > and there is no new thing under the sun. > > The evolution of 'evolutions' has taken us from the Bible > to Mao, from eugenics to rock music. Never before > has fashion played such a pivotal role in the cultural, > social, and private lives of so many. Yet the spaces and places > which allow all this to take place remain obscured > functioning simply as backdrops when in fact they > are pivotal to the creation of meaning and the very notion > and function of display. Attention has been paid to the > surface/flesh/fabric of fashion and architecture, and little > to the depth/interior/insides of these places and spaces. > > Difficulty both privileges and excludes. We revel in it > and we strive to master it. At crucial times, we even resist it. > Explore the value and the duplicity of difficulty as the word > is received and interpreted, explore the dynamic > between the complex and the simplified, and consider > the labor of knowledge production alongside the wonder > of the virtuoso performance. Is the most "difficult" > the most revered? Does difficulty create or confine > one's sense of belonging? ? Is there a use-value > to this concept? Is there pleasure in it? > > > > -- Jim > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > Homepages: http://home.earthlink.net/~jvcervantes/ > http://www.poetserv.net/jvchome/index.html > Salt River Review: http://www.poetserv.org From cervantes.james at gmail.com Thu May 4 13:53:11 2006 From: cervantes.james at gmail.com (James Cervantes) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 10:53:11 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: "Ode to Academics" In-Reply-To: <008401c66fa2$84823a30$89d93052@ANNY> References: <648208b60605040940h6dbb004med5061b9d61f090@mail.gmail.com> <008401c66fa2$84823a30$89d93052@ANNY> Message-ID: <648208b60605041053u2d0d43f1jaef9e9fcfdfeb844@mail.gmail.com> Anny, I don't know what, exactly, I would subscribe to in the Ode, which is an example of plunderverse culled from calls-for-papers that came to my inbox earlier this week. And "message" you get from the whole montage is probably as valid as any. - Jim On 5/4/06, Anny Ballardini wrote: > I wanted to read this long Ode later, but since you were so nice to break up > my lines, I dedicated a couple of minutes to your work. If I agree with all > what you say, on the other hand I feel that this is what we want. Would I > like to go back to an en/closed matriarchal or patriarchal system? Would I > like to go back to the little shop that sells me copies of Dante's Divine > Comedy over and over again? Don't I like to be so _constipated_ by things to > read, to look at, to watch > > on the other hand, > wouldn't I like to build that farm and live like the Amish > don't I dream it every night when I go to sleep > and forget about it in the morning when I get up that I have to rush out > out and out > into the eternal out > > > From: "James Cervantes" > Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 6:40 PM > > > > Ode to Academics > > > > > > Wasted time, wasted space, wasted life. > > Waste is what is both refused and dumped, > > repudiated and thrown away. > > Think about the ways in which waste is "managed", > > how and where refused things and ideas are placed away. > > > > How much do we really know about nineteenth-century > > Britain and America? Do the cultures of the age > > still conjure up the same old vague impressions > > about gentlemanly conservatism, moral hypocrisy, > > oppressive domesticity, sexual repression, oversea > > expansion, fin-de-si?cle ennui? > > > > Consciousness of the body was heightened > > when it was constantly brought into new > > stimulating environments and put under scrutiny > > from various perspectives. Texts were produced > > not just to record the experiences but to participate > > in these changes of perceptions. > > > > Freedom is far from free. Network and hardware > > access bears often ignored costs. 'Free and open' > > at times means 'closed and expensive'. Freedom > > can be conceptualised to fit innumerable agendas. > > There is no solace in the liberty of being employed > > but poor, surveilled and uninsured. > > > > The central hacker ethos indicates that 'information > > wants to be free'. Free Culture and Free Software > > mark the tension between proprietary and open source > > domains. The flood of civic, participatory technologies > > such as the blog contributes to a larger number > > of voices being heard. Online, commons-based > > peer production creates novel, economic realities > > that no venture capitalist can kill. > > > > These alternative economies are not fads but real facts. > > The freedom to remix, to mash up, to reconceptualise, > > recontextualise, hybridise, breathes in free cultural formations. > > Citizens worldwide are armchair passengers on the nightly > > news train or watch reality TV shows such as 'Big Brother'. > > Benjamin Franklin reminds us that 'they that can give up essential liberty > > to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.' > > Bertolt Brecht associated a blue sky with freedom. > > > > Increasingly, companies give away things for free. > > Enticing 'free gifts' must be paid back in the long run > > to the Googles and Ebays. We buy into the hierarchies > > of sharing and exchange. Can we live with the cruel lie > > that to preserve freedom, one must strike pre-emptively? > > > > Possible topics may include, but are not limited to, lounge music, > > tiki culture, burlesque, roadside attractions, "Oriental" kitsch, > > cowboys and Indians, and/or space-age futurism,with consideration > > of the racial/gendered/queer elements which mark the mid-century > > American fascination with the Other. No conference > > on the documentary tradition would be complete > > without a panel about the Direct Cinema movement. > > Contributions on the representation of the Asian male > > body in Japanese, Korean and British cinemas > > and on the representation of the male body in Spanish > > and British cinemas have been already commissioned. > > > > How is visual autofiction influenced by the media in which it takes shape? > > Does autofiction as new genre call for renewed usage of visual media? > > Does autofiction in visual arts specifically entail the breakdown > > of different media. What is the relation between visualization > > and performance in these types of artworks? What is the artistic > > status of autofiction in various media? TRUE NORTH: A line > > > > from any point on the earth's surface to the north pole. > > All lines of longitude are true north lines. True north > > is usually represented by a star. To express direction > > as a unit of angular measure, there must be a starting point > > or zero measure and a point of reference. As a theatre scholar, > > what are your baselines? How do you determine them? > > > > The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; > > and that which is done is that which shall be done: > > and there is no new thing under the sun. > > > > The evolution of 'evolutions' has taken us from the Bible > > to Mao, from eugenics to rock music. Never before > > has fashion played such a pivotal role in the cultural, > > social, and private lives of so many. Yet the spaces and places > > which allow all this to take place remain obscured > > functioning simply as backdrops when in fact they > > are pivotal to the creation of meaning and the very notion > > and function of display. Attention has been paid to the > > surface/flesh/fabric of fashion and architecture, and little > > to the depth/interior/insides of these places and spaces. > > > > Difficulty both privileges and excludes. We revel in it > > and we strive to master it. At crucial times, we even resist it. > > Explore the value and the duplicity of difficulty as the word > > is received and interpreted, explore the dynamic > > between the complex and the simplified, and consider > > the labor of knowledge production alongside the wonder > > of the virtuoso performance. Is the most "difficult" > > the most revered? Does difficulty create or confine > > one's sense of belonging? ? Is there a use-value > > to this concept? Is there pleasure in it? > > > > > > > > -- Jim > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > > Homepages: http://home.earthlink.net/~jvcervantes/ > > http://www.poetserv.net/jvchome/index.html > > Salt River Review: http://www.poetserv.org > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Homepages: http://home.earthlink.net/~jvcervantes/ http://www.poetserv.net/jvchome/index.html Salt River Review: http://www.poetserv.org From cstroffo at earthlink.net Thu May 4 14:43:46 2006 From: cstroffo at earthlink.net (Chris Stroffolino ) Date: Thu, 04 May 2006 11:43:46 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan & Ashbery Message-ID: <200605041816.k44IGGww055540@pimout1-ext.prodigy.net> Hey, thanks for bringing this up. it's been the subject of a good deal of late night conversations over the years in these parts. I think for many people during college (even today) Dylan (especially that 1965 era) seems to put the "low art" vs "high art" thing into a perspective that few others do. First, of course, that narrative he developed about seeming to move from more 'finger pointing' songs to so called 'inner directed, self-probing' (forgive my use of journalistic shorthand), but also (and I think where the Ashbery connection came in) that phase signified by lines like "you discover you'll just be one more person crying" as opposed to earlier lines like "I saw a new born baby with wild wolves all around it," as he seemed to move from a more. say, Rousseau-like attitude toward self and society to ALMOST identifying with what his earlier songs would have called the corruption of society---. So, songs like "Highway 61" and "Tombstone Blues," seem to present God as source of pitiless social power and try to undo the binary between, say, "business" and "pleasure" (as Ashbery or David Byrne for that matter) did in ways that offer an alternative to such ideologies as "what does it profit a man if he gain the world but loses his soul" that, as a lower-class first generation college student was pretty mind-blowing. Sure, there's way more to both Ashbery and Dylan than that, but I know such things played a role in my initial attraction to both. And yes, this wasn't just a surface similarity about 'surrealistic' techniques in both of them, but rather more a sense that they both somehow offered, uh, equipment for living---it's only people's games you got to dodge, etc.... Chris ---------- From: "TheOldMole" To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views" Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Date: Wed, May 3, 2006, 2:45 PM I'm doing a unit on Dylan for my American Lit II class - starting Friday, and I'll definitely be including the Jack of Hearts. I'm also teaching this class called "The Short Story," and since the only thing I have to do in it is assign one short story after another, I decided to vary it for the last part of the semester, and do other things that are short and tell a story -- songs, poems, a one-act play and (last up) Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." These are the songs and poems I used: Songs: Stackolee (five different versions, including my poem and the Clash's Wrong 'em Boyo) Maybellene The Boxer Take a Walk on the Wild Side Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts Billy the Kid Poems: Frost - Home Burial Poe - The Raven Kipling - Ballad of East and West traditional - The Wife of Usher's Well Keats - Eve of St. Agnes Next up, the Dylan songs I'm using for American Lit: Girl From The North Country Masters Of War A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Times They Are A-Changin', Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Chimes Of Freedom Motorpsycho Nightmare Ballad In Plain D It Ain't Me Babe Subterranean Homesick Blues Mr. Tambourine Man Gates Of Eden It's All Over Now, Baby Blue Like A Rolling Stone Ballad Of A Thin Man Highway 61 Revisited Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Desolation Row Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Just Like A Woman Positively 4th Street Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest I Pity The Poor Immigrant Wicked Messenger Lay Lady Lay Day Of The Locusts If Dogs Run Free Knockin' On Heaven's Door Forever Young Tangled Up In Blue Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts Hurricane Gotta Serve Somebody Neighborhood Bully Man Of Peace Any suggestions for alterations? ----- Original Message ----- From: LauraHeidy at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 2:58 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page In a message dated 5/3/2006 1:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time, grahamd at ripon.edu writes: I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. I dunno. I loved it then, I still love it now. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Bob Dylan - 1974) The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. 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Other people, sometimes influenced by substances other than the written word, will insist that Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd recorded the most poetic lines they ever heard. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Thu May 4 15:09:47 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 15:09:47 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] poetry goes pop References: <30b.3c2f575.318b9fde@aol.com> Message-ID: <001001c66fae$4fa40620$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Poetry and songs do different things. In my poetry-song assignments for my short story class, one of the things my students found -- not original along the lines of Coleridge or Croce, but a good job by students - was that what songs do, though powerful, is simpler. Essentially on one point, and the point is often fatalism. Stackolee comes up against the devil -- against an inexorable fate. And, they kept seeing, so do all the other characters. The Jack of Hearts is the devil, the fate that Big Jim can't escape. Pat Garrett is the devil, Billy the Kid's inexorable fate. All the Warhol characters in "Take a Walk on the Wild Side" are on a collision course with inexorable fate. But when we got to something like "The Raven," the bird may have been "bird or devil," but he was a lot more, too. His message was inexorable but not simple. We couldn't apprehend it with the same simplicity of focus. And a poem is more than "the most poetic lines." That being said, my first and most powerful influence, the writer who first made me aware of what words can do, was Leadbelly. ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 2:20 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] poetry goes pop Poetry goes pop By Eric Lochridge http://www.rapidcityjournal.com/articles/2006/05/04/entertainment/news/news02.txt Because it?s National Poetry Month, April seems like a good time to think about the sometimes-fuzzy line between pop lyrics and poetry. Every so often, you?ll hear someone insist that lyrics are poetry. I know I?ve done it. Often, that someone has been listening to Dave Matthews Band or Coldplay, and he or she will then try to convince you that Dave Matthews? ?Crash? is on par with the best poetry America has produced. Other people, sometimes influenced by substances other than the written word, will insist that Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd recorded the most poetic lines they ever heard. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Thu May 4 15:11:02 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 15:11:02 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan & Ashbery References: <200605041816.k44IGGww055540@pimout1-ext.prodigy.net> Message-ID: <003001c66fae$7c2fae10$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan & AshberyChris - I really like this. Good analysis. Tad ----- Original Message ----- From: Chris Stroffolino To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 2:43 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan & Ashbery Hey, thanks for bringing this up. it's been the subject of a good deal of late night conversations over the years in these parts. I think for many people during college (even today) Dylan (especially that 1965 era) seems to put the "low art" vs "high art" thing into a perspective that few others do. First, of course, that narrative he developed about seeming to move from more 'finger pointing' songs to so called 'inner directed, self-probing' (forgive my use of journalistic shorthand), but also (and I think where the Ashbery connection came in) that phase signified by lines like "you discover you'll just be one more person crying" as opposed to earlier lines like "I saw a new born baby with wild wolves all around it," as he seemed to move from a more. say, Rousseau-like attitude toward self and society to ALMOST identifying with what his earlier songs would have called the corruption of society---. So, songs like "Highway 61" and "Tombstone Blues," seem to present God as source of pitiless social power and try to undo the binary between, say, "business" and "pleasure" (as Ashbery or David Byrne for that matter) did in ways that offer an alternative to such ideologies as "what does it profit a man if he gain the world but loses his soul" that, as a lower-class first generation college student was pretty mind-blowing. Sure, there's way more to both Ashbery and Dylan than that, but I know such things played a role in my initial attraction to both. And yes, this wasn't just a surface similarity about 'surrealistic' techniques in both of them, but rather more a sense that they both somehow offered, uh, equipment for living---it's only people's games you got to dodge, etc.... Chris ---------- From: "TheOldMole" To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views" Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Date: Wed, May 3, 2006, 2:45 PM I'm doing a unit on Dylan for my American Lit II class - starting Friday, and I'll definitely be including the Jack of Hearts. I'm also teaching this class called "The Short Story," and since the only thing I have to do in it is assign one short story after another, I decided to vary it for the last part of the semester, and do other things that are short and tell a story -- songs, poems, a one-act play and (last up) Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." These are the songs and poems I used: Songs: Stackolee (five different versions, including my poem and the Clash's Wrong 'em Boyo) Maybellene The Boxer Take a Walk on the Wild Side Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts Billy the Kid Poems: Frost - Home Burial Poe - The Raven Kipling - Ballad of East and West traditional - The Wife of Usher's Well Keats - Eve of St. Agnes Next up, the Dylan songs I'm using for American Lit: Girl From The North Country Masters Of War A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Times They Are A-Changin', Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Chimes Of Freedom Motorpsycho Nightmare Ballad In Plain D It Ain't Me Babe Subterranean Homesick Blues Mr. Tambourine Man Gates Of Eden It's All Over Now, Baby Blue Like A Rolling Stone Ballad Of A Thin Man Highway 61 Revisited Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Desolation Row Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Just Like A Woman Positively 4th Street Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest I Pity The Poor Immigrant Wicked Messenger Lay Lady Lay Day Of The Locusts If Dogs Run Free Knockin' On Heaven's Door Forever Young Tangled Up In Blue Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts Hurricane Gotta Serve Somebody Neighborhood Bully Man Of Peace Any suggestions for alterations? ----- Original Message ----- From: LauraHeidy at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 2:58 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page In a message dated 5/3/2006 1:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time, grahamd at ripon.edu writes: I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. I dunno. I loved it then, I still love it now. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Bob Dylan - 1974) The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. 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URL: From cstroffo at earthlink.net Fri May 5 15:36:49 2006 From: cstroffo at earthlink.net (Chris Stroffolino ) Date: Fri, 05 May 2006 12:36:49 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] Dylan & Ashbery Message-ID: <200605051909.k45J8bWY048148@pimout3-ext.prodigy.net> thanks tad....i'm glad it made some sense... ---------- From: "TheOldMole" To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views" Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan & Ashbery Date: Thu, May 4, 2006, 12:11 PM Chris - I really like this. Good analysis. Tad ----- Original Message ----- From: Chris Stroffolino To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Thursday, May 04, 2006 2:43 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan & Ashbery Hey, thanks for bringing this up. it's been the subject of a good deal of late night conversations over the years in these parts. I think for many people during college (even today) Dylan (especially that 1965 era) seems to put the "low art" vs "high art" thing into a perspective that few others do. First, of course, that narrative he developed about seeming to move from more 'finger pointing' songs to so called 'inner directed, self-probing' (forgive my use of journalistic shorthand), but also (and I think where the Ashbery connection came in) that phase signified by lines like "you discover you'll just be one more person crying" as opposed to earlier lines like "I saw a new born baby with wild wolves all around it," as he seemed to move from a more. say, Rousseau-like attitude toward self and society to ALMOST identifying with what his earlier songs would have called the corruption of society---. So, songs like "Highway 61" and "Tombstone Blues," seem to present God as source of pitiless social power and try to undo the binary between, say, "business" and "pleasure" (as Ashbery or David Byrne for that matter) did in ways that offer an alternative to such ideologies as "what does it profit a man if he gain the world but loses his soul" that, as a lower-class first generation college student was pretty mind-blowing. Sure, there's way more to both Ashbery and Dylan than that, but I know such things played a role in my initial attraction to both. And yes, this wasn't just a surface similarity about 'surrealistic' techniques in both of them, but rather more a sense that they both somehow offered, uh, equipment for living---it's only people's games you got to dodge, etc.... Chris ---------- From: "TheOldMole" To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views" Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page Date: Wed, May 3, 2006, 2:45 PM I'm doing a unit on Dylan for my American Lit II class - starting Friday, and I'll definitely be including the Jack of Hearts. I'm also teaching this class called "The Short Story," and since the only thing I have to do in it is assign one short story after another, I decided to vary it for the last part of the semester, and do other things that are short and tell a story -- songs, poems, a one-act play and (last up) Lynd Ward's wonderful graphic novel from the 1920s, "God's Man." These are the songs and poems I used: Songs: Stackolee (five different versions, including my poem and the Clash's Wrong 'em Boyo) Maybellene The Boxer Take a Walk on the Wild Side Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts Billy the Kid Poems: Frost - Home Burial Poe - The Raven Kipling - Ballad of East and West traditional - The Wife of Usher's Well Keats - Eve of St. Agnes Next up, the Dylan songs I'm using for American Lit: Girl From The North Country Masters Of War A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Times They Are A-Changin', Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Chimes Of Freedom Motorpsycho Nightmare Ballad In Plain D It Ain't Me Babe Subterranean Homesick Blues Mr. Tambourine Man Gates Of Eden It's All Over Now, Baby Blue Like A Rolling Stone Ballad Of A Thin Man Highway 61 Revisited Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Desolation Row Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Just Like A Woman Positively 4th Street Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest I Pity The Poor Immigrant Wicked Messenger Lay Lady Lay Day Of The Locusts If Dogs Run Free Knockin' On Heaven's Door Forever Young Tangled Up In Blue Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts Hurricane Gotta Serve Somebody Neighborhood Bully Man Of Peace Any suggestions for alterations? ----- Original Message ----- From: LauraHeidy at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 03, 2006 2:58 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Dylan on the page In a message dated 5/3/2006 1:50:18 PM Central Daylight Time, grahamd at ripon.edu writes: I tend to agree with Dave. I remember thinking, back in the 60s and 70s, that Dylan's surrealistic stuff would be awfully embarrassing to read 25 years hence, and now I'm finding out that I was wrong. It does hold up. I dunno. I loved it then, I still love it now. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts (Bob Dylan - 1974) The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. 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URL: From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Fri May 5 16:00:04 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 16:00:04 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <002101c6703f$406d8e10$89e83652@ANNY> Message-ID: <007001c6707e$81b4ae50$2db831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Fri May 5 16:27:36 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 22:27:36 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <002101c6703f$406d8e10$89e83652@ANNY> <007001c6707e$81b4ae50$2db831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Message-ID: <00f301c67082$58e26810$d82bb750@ANNY> Even if blogs might be a little restrictive, I am thinking for example of David Graham I know that Hal has so many blogs and pages and activities and much more Tad Richards: also with an exhaustive site Jeff Newberry_ Muse of Fire Bill Knott Jfor James: Amy King, besides her collaboration with MiPoesias Laura Heidy also Kent Johnson opened up a blog some time ago don't know if RS Gwynn has one or Jim Cervantes Michael Snider has several also Micheal Peverett with a new one that hosts several other writers Gabriel Gudding Chris Lott just scrolling down messages in reverse. ----- Original Message ----- From: Bob Grumman To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 10:00 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a day.) --Bob G. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From LauraHeidy at aol.com Fri May 5 16:59:23 2006 From: LauraHeidy at aol.com (LauraHeidy at aol.com) Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 16:59:23 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Message-ID: <257.a844d8b.318d16ab@aol.com> _billknott_ (http://billknott.typepad.com/) (Bill Knott) _Silliman's Blog_ (http://www.ronsilliman.blogspot.com/) (http://opusforty.blogspot.com/) RonSilliman _Tad's Opus 40 Blog_ (http://opusforty.blogspot.com/) (Tad Richards) _Mike Snider's Formal Blog at the Sonnetarium_ (http://www.mikesnider.org/formalblog/) Mike Snider _NarcissusWorks_ (http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/) (http://lauraheidy.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_lauraheidy_archive.html) Anny Ballardini _Terminal Chaosity_ (http://lauraheidy.blogspot.com/) Laura Heidy _Muse of Fire_ (http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/) J. Newberry _Graham's Poetry Library_ (http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html) David Graham Don't know if that helps any. Those are the only ones I have for New Poetry. 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I'll also post my final list as I have a few you don't. --Bob ----- Original Message ----- From: LauraHeidy at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 4:59 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites billknott (Bill Knott) Silliman's Blog RonSilliman Tad's Opus 40 Blog (Tad Richards) Mike Snider's Formal Blog at the Sonnetarium Mike Snider NarcissusWorks Anny Ballardini Terminal Chaosity Laura Heidy Muse of Fire J. Newberry Graham's Poetry Library David Graham Don't know if that helps any. Those are the only ones I have for New Poetry. Lo ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Fri May 5 19:29:40 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 19:29:40 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: <00a401c6709b$c858ea70$2db831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Good--thanks. --Bob ----- Original Message ----- From: opus40-01 at opus40.org To: 'NewPoetry at smapp02.chicago.hostway.net : Contemporary Poetry News &Views' Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 6:29 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I have one -- http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ -- although I only keep it up sporadically. On Fri May 5 16:00 , 'Bob Grumman' sent: I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a day.) --Bob G. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Reprinted with permission. (buy now) Small Fundamental Essay What many people fail to understand about the art and science of mechanics is that you may know perfectly what happens under the hood of your car when you turn on the ignition, and you may comprehend to a nicety how the combination of pump and pressure tank and heating coils produces hot water when you turn the tap, and yet the wonder never ceases. That this can be -and is-is what bestirs the mind and heart. Ours is a faith that never starts a war nor rips a living child from its warm womb, a faith that needs no ghastly hierophant hung dead upon a cross to speak for us. It is faith in the miracle of the possible, faith in the peaceful knowledge of what is true. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From hruggier at localnet.com Sat May 6 11:11:08 2006 From: hruggier at localnet.com (Helen Ruggieri) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 11:11:08 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: <001a01c6711f$4e5e5e10$6500a8c0@Helen> Is this discrimination against the blogless? ----- Original Message ----- From: opus40-01 at opus40.org To: 'NewPoetry at smapp02.chicago.hostway.net : Contemporary Poetry News &Views' Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 6:29 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I have one -- http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ -- although I only keep it up sporadically. On Fri May 5 16:00 , 'Bob Grumman' sent: I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a day.) --Bob G. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. 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URL: From tony at starve.org Sat May 6 13:22:45 2006 From: tony at starve.org (Tony Trigilio) Date: Sat, 06 May 2006 12:22:45 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Message-ID: <445CDB65.1040707@starve.org> Bob-- Mine is at: http://shimmykat.blogspot.com. (Her favorite TV show is Mary Tyler Moore. Sometimes she's stalked by Guy Debord. Her best friend is The Mayakovsky Tree in the backyard.) Tony > I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on > the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to > mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several > by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect > to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may > also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that > discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list > of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could > post? > > I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, > I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two > blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small > Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a > day.) > > --Bob From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Sat May 6 13:51:03 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 13:51:03 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <445CDB65.1040707@starve.org> Message-ID: <00a801c67135$a4e4eef0$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Thanks . . . I guess, Tony. --Bob G. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Tony Trigilio" To: Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 1:22 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites > Bob-- > > Mine is at: http://shimmykat.blogspot.com. > > (Her favorite TV show is Mary Tyler Moore. Sometimes she's stalked by > Guy Debord. Her best friend is The Mayakovsky Tree in the backyard.) > > Tony > > > >> I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on >> the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to >> mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several >> by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect >> to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may >> also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that >> discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list >> of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could >> post? >> >> I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, >> I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two >> blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small >> Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a >> day.) >> >> --Bob > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > From tad at opus40.org Sat May 6 14:00:08 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 14:00:08 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com><001a01c6711f$4e5e5e10$6500a8c0@Helen> <008001c67125$1dd49ec0$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Message-ID: <007c01c67136$e9cbad50$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Bob - you might mention http://herecomeseverybody.blogspot.com/ , which has profiled some NewPos. ----- Original Message ----- From: Bob Grumman To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 11:52 AM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Is this discrimination against the blogless? 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Sat May 6 14:01:44 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 20:01:44 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] L'Angolo della Poesia Message-ID: <008001c67137$22ba1c00$c1ac3452@ANNY> Here is Karin Boye, for those who do not know her poetry, it might be interesting to click on her name below, till later, ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: anny.ballardini at tin.it Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 7:55 PM Subject: [NarcissusWorks] L'Angolo della Poesia Today is the day to honor Karin Boye and her beautiful work translated into English by Michael Peverett and into Italian by me through the reading of Daniela Scarlatti within the program dedicated to poetry: L'Angolo della Poesia, kindly hosted by Nives Simonetti's "Il Girasole (The Sunflower)" (and in Italian here), -curated by me (under the expert guidance of Nives), and on The Alto Adige with Fabio Zamboni and Mauro Fattor for our regular space on the main local newspaper. Unluckily I was at an updating course (500 hours during the school-year 2005-2006 on School Review) and could not listen to the program that I think was very refined as usual. My acknowledgment goes to Michael Peverett for having introduced us to Karin Boye. Since I haven't added to the Poets' Corner my translation into Italian, I will paste here below the two poems that appeared today to our Italian audience: Il Premio della Stella Chiesi ad una stella ieri sera una luce distante, dove nessuno vive ? ?La via di chi illumini, strana stella? Brilli tanto luminosa, tanto grande?. Mi guard? con occhio stellare fino a quando il mio cuore si fece muto. ?Illumino una notte eterna. Illumino un vuoto senza vita. La mia luce ? un fiore che appassisce sotto i tardi cieli autunnali. Quella luce ? il mio solo premio. Quella luce ? un premio sufficiente.? (da Terre nascoste, 1924) Karin Boye ? traduzione dallo svedese in inglese di Michael Peverett e in italiano da Anny Ballardini Maturo come un frutto Maturo come un frutto, il mondo nelle mie braccia ? ? maturato durante la notte ? la scorza era una membrana blu delicata che si stendeva ? come una bolla ? e il succo era il flusso della luce solare dolce e fragrante, fluttuante che consuma. Cos? mi tuffo ora come una nuotatrice nel tutto chiaro. Sono stata immersa in una fonte di maturit? e rinata con un potere di maturit?. Santa, per averlo fatto. Leggera come una risata. Mi faccio varco in un mare dorato di miele; che vuole le mie mani affamate. (da Per la Salvezza dell?Albero, 1935) Karin Boye Trad. dallo svedese in inglese di Michael Peverett e in italiano di Anny Ballardini ... -- Posted by Anny Ballardini to NarcissusWorks at 5/06/2006 07:44:00 PM -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Sat May 6 14:09:00 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 20:09:00 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com> <001a01c6711f$4e5e5e10$6500a8c0@Helen> Message-ID: <00aa01c67138$26eb7430$c1ac3452@ANNY> I am privileged enough to feature Helen Ruggieri, besides various New Poetry poets, you can find her under the main index, and also under Poets on Poets on my Poets Corner: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content and there is also this interesting page I opened especially for New Poetry and thanks to the contribution of all with a special acknowledgment to James Finnegan: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=62 I should also say that the page: What is poetry_ was particularly appreciated in the blog-world at a certain moment. Bob if you are patient enough to open up the bio page of the authors you are interested in, their blogs are usually listed. ----- Original Message ----- From: Helen Ruggieri To: opus40-01 at opus40.org ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 5:11 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Is this discrimination against the blogless? ----- Original Message ----- From: opus40-01 at opus40.org To: 'NewPoetry at smapp02.chicago.hostway.net : Contemporary Poetry News &Views' Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 6:29 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I have one -- http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ -- although I only keep it up sporadically. On Fri May 5 16:00 , 'Bob Grumman' sent: I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a day.) --Bob G. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. Download your free copy of ChoiceMail from www.choicemailfree.com. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Sat May 6 14:50:32 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 14:50:32 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com><001a01c6711f$4e5e5e10$6500a8c0@Helen><008001c67125$1dd49ec0$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> <007c01c67136$e9cbad50$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: <00e401c6713d$f5781830$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Thanks, Mole. Probably will use. --Bob ----- Original Message ----- From: TheOldMole To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 2:00 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Bob - you might mention http://herecomeseverybody.blogspot.com/ , which has profiled some NewPos. ----- Original Message ----- From: Bob Grumman To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 11:52 AM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Is this discrimination against the blogless? Well, yes, but I plan to rectify that with columns on the blogless. 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URL: From m.peverett at ukonline.co.uk Sat May 6 16:41:30 2006 From: m.peverett at ukonline.co.uk (m.peverett at ukonline.co.uk) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 21:41:30 +0100 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites In-Reply-To: <00e401c6713d$f5781830$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com><001a01c6711f$4e5e5e10$6500a8c0@Helen><008001c67125$1dd49ec0$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> <007c01c67136$e9cbad50$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> <00e401c6713d$f5781830$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Message-ID: <1146948090.445d09faef4ee@webmail.ukonline.net> Bob Anny mentioned my two - in case of confusion, they are... http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com and the communal blogzine (with Edmund Hardy and others) is http://intercapillaryspace.blogspot.com - which incidentally has covered some UK vispo (Cobbing, Lawrence Upton) and we are certainly interested in doing more on experimental poetries. Michael ---------------------------------------------- This mail sent through http://www.ukonline.net From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Sat May 6 17:32:32 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 17:32:32 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060505222918.8502A13CFF@smapp02.siteprotect.com><001a01c6711f$4e5e5e10$6500a8c0@Helen><008001c67125$1dd49ec0$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc><007c01c67136$e9cbad50$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress><00e401c6713d$f5781830$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> <1146948090.445d09faef4ee@webmail.ukonline.net> Message-ID: <00f601c67154$95f5e6f0$64b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Thanks Michael. Now, each of your blogs will probably be listed twice in my column, the way I do things! --Bob ----- Original Message ----- From: To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views" Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 4:41 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites > Bob > > Anny mentioned my two - in case of confusion, they are... > > http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com > > and the communal blogzine (with Edmund Hardy and others) is > > http://intercapillaryspace.blogspot.com > > - which incidentally has covered some UK vispo (Cobbing, Lawrence Upton) > and we > are certainly interested in doing more on experimental poetries. > > Michael > > > > > ---------------------------------------------- > This mail sent through http://www.ukonline.net > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > From JforJames at aol.com Sat May 6 20:10:38 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 20:10:38 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Message-ID: <2fe.4611bd9.318e94fe@aol.com> Poet, be a Pentecostal pro mundi! _http://ursprache.blogspot.com/_ (http://ursprache.blogspot.com/) Thanks for all those links...it helped me get my roll of 'blogs & sites' going. 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I will be giving up my dialup soon and getting a new address (anything to escape the Russian porn people who have got the current address and send me 20 to 30 emails daily. h ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 2:09 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I am privileged enough to feature Helen Ruggieri, besides various New Poetry poets, you can find her under the main index, and also under Poets on Poets on my Poets Corner: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content and there is also this interesting page I opened especially for New Poetry and thanks to the contribution of all with a special acknowledgment to James Finnegan: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=62 I should also say that the page: What is poetry_ was particularly appreciated in the blog-world at a certain moment. Bob if you are patient enough to open up the bio page of the authors you are interested in, their blogs are usually listed. ----- Original Message ----- From: Helen Ruggieri To: opus40-01 at opus40.org ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 5:11 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Is this discrimination against the blogless? ----- Original Message ----- From: opus40-01 at opus40.org To: 'NewPoetry at smapp02.chicago.hostway.net : Contemporary Poetry News &Views' Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 6:29 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I have one -- http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ -- although I only keep it up sporadically. On Fri May 5 16:00 , 'Bob Grumman' sent: I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a day.) --Bob G. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. 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It would be fascinating to know how much of the total sales are poetry books. It's long been my gut feeling that poetry sells in quantities unknown to any previous era, despite all the poetry's-lost-its-audience articles that appear, and despite the widespread assumption among many mainstream outlets that "nobody" reads it. It's seemed to me for a long time that lots of people read poetry, but that the demographics and heirarchies have changed greatly. We still don't quite know how to get a handle on the current scene, or attempt proper definitions. For decades now, poetry in the U.S. has been fragmented into many competing factions, often unknown or hostile to each other, and instead of a handful of Big Names, we now have literally thousands of good poets. Few of them have truly widespread reputations in the way that a Frost or a Millay once did, but it's very hard to argue that someone like, say, Hayden Carruth, isn't a contender for major poet. He's not in a great many teaching anthologies, has never been famous the way Lowell or Plath were famous, is not subject to front-page New York Times treatment, and yet he's got a truly impressive body of work respected fiercely by other poets. And, I would propose, not well known among many other poets--people who move in different circles. For instance, I have an old friend for whom today's short list of major poets would include Michael Palmer (not on my list), but who will cheerfully admit to having read almost no William Stafford in the past 30 years. And so forth. And the trouble is, there are hundreds of Carruths or Palmers out there, literally hundreds, none of whom have gotten the mainstream traction that Lowell did, and that many of us still seem to think necessary before a poet can be considered distinguished. > http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ > > > Small presses account for half > of all book sales ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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What's up? h ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 2:09 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I am privileged enough to feature Helen Ruggieri, besides various New Poetry poets, you can find her under the main index, and also under Poets on Poets on my Poets Corner: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content and there is also this interesting page I opened especially for New Poetry and thanks to the contribution of all with a special acknowledgment to James Finnegan: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=62 I should also say that the page: What is poetry_ was particularly appreciated in the blog-world at a certain moment. Bob if you are patient enough to open up the bio page of the authors you are interested in, their blogs are usually listed. ----- Original Message ----- From: Helen Ruggieri To: opus40-01 at opus40.org ; NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 5:11 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Is this discrimination against the blogless? ----- Original Message ----- From: opus40-01 at opus40.org To: 'NewPoetry at smapp02.chicago.hostway.net : Contemporary Poetry News &Views' Sent: Friday, May 05, 2006 6:29 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites I have one -- http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ -- although I only keep it up sporadically. On Fri May 5 16:00 , 'Bob Grumman' sent: I'm trying to write a series of columns for Small Press Review on the value for poets of the Internet. In the process, I hope to mention a bunch of poets' blogs. On my list so far are several by New-Poetry participants, but I'd like all of them. I expect to comment (neutrally, at worst) on all of them, though I may also express my usual dismay at the scarcity of blogs that discuss my kind of poetry. Anyway, does anyone have a handy list of the names and addresses of blogs of New-Poetry people he could post? I'll let everyone know what comes of this. Nothing important, I'm sure, but I may entice one or two new visitors to one or two blogs. (I've mentioned my own blog more than once in my Small Press review columns but still only get a dozen of so visitors a day.) --Bob G. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. 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Regular Door Price $7, $20 for FESTIVAL PASS Theater Mania @ 212.352.3101 FEATURING THEATER ARTISTS ACTORS AND DIRECTORS INCLUDING: ann brown + mallory catlett + anthony cerrato + dominic d'andrea + dave henderson + molly hickok + aaron rosenblum + brian snapp + pete simpson + tony torn + kate valk + patricia ybarra + elena zucker and more! THURSDAY MAY 11: A NIGHT OF MICRO-PLAYS! charles bernstein + anselm berrigan + randall david-cook + kelly copper + francesco canguillo + robert elstein + elise geither + nada gordon + may josephs + rachel loden + dana maisel + mary millsap + tom raworth + tom savage + hal sirowitz + anne waldman + catherine wing FRIDAY MAY 12 WHERE THE STONES GATHER by brian kim stefans THE TOOTH FAIRY by charles borkhuis THE SOLUTION by david henderson SATURDAY MAY 13 ZOANTHELLA & ZOANTHINA: TRIBULATIONS OF THE LARVAL ANEMONE PRINCESSES by laynie brown MIRROR PLAY by carla harryman BLUE by julie patton SUNDAY MAY 14 A RETROSPECTIVE with bob holman and bob rosenthal NEO BENSHI by kevin killian and dodie bellamy MONDAY MAY 15 (8PM IN THE PARISH HALL) BONY-HANDED by reed bye THE MAIN CHANCE by corina copp PERFECT CALIFORNIA: A FAMILY AFFAIR by rachel levitsky RADIO ORPHAN: AN EXCERPT by chris stroffolino ECO-STRATO-STATIC by rodrigo toscano COSMIC NAUGHT by genya turovskaya HEAD WILL GET YOU TOGETHERNESS by jacqueline waters ---------------------------------------------------------- People that are really weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history. --J. Danforth Quayle Rachel Loden http://www.thepomegranate.com/loden/ r_loden at sbcglobal.net From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Mon May 8 16:00:02 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Mon, 8 May 2006 16:00:02 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites References: <20060508180241.E03662E8016@smapp00.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: <005b01c672d9$fec8ccc0$6db831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> None here today, either. ----- Original Message ----- From: opus40-01 at opus40.org To: 'NewPoetry at smapp00.chicago.hostway.net : Contemporary Poetry News &Views' Sent: Monday, May 08, 2006 2:02 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] New-Poetry Blog Sites Helen, I haven't gotten them either. You've gotten onto some sort of virus mailing list that has piggybacked onto NewPo. The rest of us will probably have the same thing happening soon. I'd keep deleting, and wait for the shitstorm to pass. On Mon May 8 13:50 , 'Anny Ballardini' sent: Hi Helen, I have no idea, I just got in. Maybe James knows? 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Tue May 9 06:46:51 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 12:46:51 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] a happy poem Message-ID: <007c01c67355$e15ab370$1ea93252@ANNY> Zimmer Imagines Heaven For Merrill Leffler I sit with Joseph Conrad in Monet's garden. We are listening to Yeats chant his poems, A breeze stirs through Thomas Hardy's moustache, John Skelton has gone to the house for beer, Wanda Landowska lightly fingers a harpsichord, Along the spruce tree walk Roberto Clemente and Thurman Munson whistle a baseball back and forth. Mozart chats with Ellington in the roses. Monet smokes and dabs his canvas in the sun, Brueghel and Turner set easels behind the wisteria. The band is warming up in the Big Studio: Bean, Brute, Bird, and Serge on saxes, Kai Bill Harris, Lawrence Brown trombones, Little Jazz, Clifford, Fats, Diz on trumpets, Klook plays drums, Mingus bass, Bud the piano. Later Madam Schuman-Heink will sing Schubert. The monks of Benedictine Abbey will chant. There will be more poems from Emily Dickinson, James Wright, John Clare, Walt Whitman. Shakespeare rehearses players for King Lear. At dusk Alice Toklas brings out platters Of sweetbreads, Salad Livoni?re, And a tureen of Gazpacho of M?laga. After the meal Brahms passes fine cigars. God comes then, radiant with a bottle of cognac, She pour generously into the snifters, I tell Her I have begun to learn what Heaven is about. She wants to hear. It is, I say, being thankful for eternity. Her smile is the best part of the day. Paul Zimmer [1996] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 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Rather like Russell Edson and Lucille Clifton, other poets from that generation whose work has aged well. Have You Met Miss Jones? I have. At the funeral Pulling down her skirt to cover her knees While inadvertently Showing us her cleavage Down to the tip of her nipples, A complete stranger, wobbly on her heels, Negotiating the exit With the assembled mourners Eyeing her rear end with visible interest. Presidential hopefuls Will continue to lie to the people As we sit here bowed. New hatreds will sweep the globe Faster than the weather. Sewer rats will sniff around Lit cash machines While we sigh over the departed. And her beauty will live on, no matter What any one of these black-clad, Grim veterans of every wake, Every prison gate and crucifixion, Sputters about her discourtesy. Miss Jones, you'll be safe With the insomniacs, You'll triumph Where they pour wine from a bottle Wrapped in a white napkin, Eat sausage with pan-fried potatoes, And grow misty-eyed remembering The way you walked past the open coffin, Past the stiff with his nose in the air Taking his long siesta. A cute little number an old man said, But who was she? Miss Jones, the guest book proclaimed. --Charles Simic. Walking the Black Cat. Harcourt, 1996. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From halvard at earthlink.net Tue May 9 11:10:37 2006 From: halvard at earthlink.net (Halvard Johnson) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 11:10:37 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Birthday boy/Simic In-Reply-To: <2560FBB9-97E5-44C1-A7EB-CF613DC372C1@ripon.edu> References: <2560FBB9-97E5-44C1-A7EB-CF613DC372C1@ripon.edu> Message-ID: I enjoy Simic too. But it's too bad he got stuck in that very recognizable style he found fairly early. Hal "Any man who goes to a psychiatrist should have his head examined." --Samuel Goldwyn Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 9, 2006, at 11:08 AM, David Graham wrote: > Charles Simic is 68 years old today. > > I never would have predicted this years ago when he was part of a > large pack of up-and-comers I paid attention to, but somehow his > work has been for me one of the most reliable pleasures in > contemporary poetry. With poets born in the 1930s, I return to his > poems much more often than I do to those of James Tate, Mark > Strand, Frank Bidart, Diane Wakoski, Michael Harper, Marvin Bell, > Margaret Atwood, and others--despite or perhaps because it is so > reliable. He found a very recognizable style fairly early, and > stuck with it. Rather like Russell Edson and Lucille Clifton, > other poets from that generation whose work has aged well. > > > Have You Met Miss Jones? > > I have. At the funeral > Pulling down her skirt to cover her knees > While inadvertently > Showing us her cleavage > Down to the tip of her nipples, > > A complete stranger, wobbly on her heels, > Negotiating the exit > With the assembled mourners > Eyeing her rear end > with visible interest. > > Presidential hopefuls > Will continue to lie to the people > As we sit here bowed. > New hatreds will sweep the globe > Faster than the weather. > Sewer rats will sniff around > Lit cash machines > While we sigh over the departed. > > And her beauty will live on, no matter > What any one of these black-clad, > Grim veterans of every wake, > Every prison gate and crucifixion, > Sputters about her discourtesy. > > Miss Jones, you'll be safe > With the insomniacs, > You'll triumph > Where they pour wine from a bottle > Wrapped in a white napkin, > Eat sausage with pan-fried potatoes, > And grow misty-eyed remembering > > The way you walked past the open coffin, > Past the stiff with his nose in the air > Taking his long siesta. > A cute little number an old man said, > But who was she? > Miss Jones, the guest book proclaimed. > > --Charles Simic. Walking the Black Cat. Harcourt, 1996. > > > ========================================== > David Graham > grahamd at ripon.edu > Home Page: > http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html > Poetry Library: > http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html > ========================================== > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Tue May 9 11:31:47 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 10:31:47 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Birthday boy/Simic In-Reply-To: References: <2560FBB9-97E5-44C1-A7EB-CF613DC372C1@ripon.edu> Message-ID: On May 9, 2006, at 10:10 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote: > I enjoy Simic too. But it's too bad he got stuck in that very > recognizable style he found fairly early. > > Hal Ah, another reliable pleasure! Soon as I typed out my opinion, I just knew you were going to say that! ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Tue May 9 12:03:32 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 11:03:32 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Monk Trane In-Reply-To: References: <2560FBB9-97E5-44C1-A7EB-CF613DC372C1@ripon.edu> Message-ID: <1420A783-0A51-4896-B526-BADD8C5E68A0@ripon.edu> On May 9, 2006, at 10:10 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote: > I enjoy Simic too. But it's too bad he got stuck in that very > recognizable style he found fairly early. > > Hal And a more serious response to this comment, which is indicative of one of those eternal head-scratchers in aesthetics. I very much enjoy Yeats, Rich, Lowell, and others who are restless, stylistically, always setting forth for pastures new, etc. But I definitely want to make a place for the other kind of poet, who hones and practices a signature style over many years. In fact, I often want to celebrate that, since it seems to me that critical response has always paid quite enough attention to novelty and the sturm-und- drangers who advertise their changes loudly. After all, the signature poets would include, just f'rinstance, such figures as Whitman, Dickinson, Frost, and, in our day, Bishop, Wilbur, Levine, Ashbery, Stafford, and Clifton. Not such bad company, I say. There is, of course, no need to choose sides. As every jazz writer seems to have said, Thelonious Monk in 1947 sounds pretty much the same as he does in 1962, while Coltrane changes rapidly from record to record. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From halvard at earthlink.net Tue May 9 12:52:16 2006 From: halvard at earthlink.net (Halvard Johnson) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 12:52:16 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Monk Trane In-Reply-To: <1420A783-0A51-4896-B526-BADD8C5E68A0@ripon.edu> References: <2560FBB9-97E5-44C1-A7EB-CF613DC372C1@ripon.edu> <1420A783-0A51-4896-B526-BADD8C5E68A0@ripon.edu> Message-ID: <016AFBF6-9414-4D1C-BABE-1731DF24D1A9@earthlink.net> Well, as you know, David, I agree. There's plenty of room for both, and both can be enjoyed and valued. Let a thousand flowers bloom, as someone once said. For every Bach, let there be a Beethoven. For every Mendelssohn, a Schoenberg. Etc. (Nothing personal about the quote below; those are currently set to randomize.) Hal "I enjoyed talking to you. My mind needed a rest." --Henny Youngman Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 9, 2006, at 12:03 PM, David Graham wrote: > > On May 9, 2006, at 10:10 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote: > >> I enjoy Simic too. But it's too bad he got stuck in that very >> recognizable style he found fairly early. >> >> Hal > > > > And a more serious response to this comment, which is indicative of > one of those eternal head-scratchers in aesthetics. I very much > enjoy Yeats, Rich, Lowell, and others who are restless, > stylistically, always setting forth for pastures new, etc. But I > definitely want to make a place for the other kind of poet, who > hones and practices a signature style over many years. In fact, I > often want to celebrate that, since it seems to me that critical > response has always paid quite enough attention to novelty and the > sturm-und-drangers who advertise their changes loudly. > > After all, the signature poets would include, just f'rinstance, > such figures as Whitman, Dickinson, Frost, and, in our day, Bishop, > Wilbur, Levine, Ashbery, Stafford, and Clifton. Not such bad > company, I say. > > There is, of course, no need to choose sides. As every jazz writer > seems to have said, Thelonious Monk in 1947 sounds pretty much the > same as he does in 1962, while Coltrane changes rapidly from record > to record. > > ========================================== > David Graham > grahamd at ripon.edu > Home Page: > http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html > Poetry Library: > http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html > ========================================== > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Tue May 9 15:30:30 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 21:30:30 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Birthday boy/Simic References: <2560FBB9-97E5-44C1-A7EB-CF613DC372C1@ripon.edu> Message-ID: <003c01c6739f$09d9c9a0$7eab3252@ANNY> What a happy day! I wanted badly to type in this poem before, while I sent the one by Paul Zimmer, so here it is: Begotten of the Spleen The Virgin Mother walked barefoot Among the land mines. She carried an old man in her arms Like a howling babe. The earth was an old peopl'e home. Judas was the night nurse, Emptying bedpans into the river Jordan, Tying people on a dog chain. The old man had two stumps for legs. St. Peter came pushing a cart Loaded with flying carpets. They were not flying carpets. They were piles of bloody diapers. The Magi stood around Cleaning their nails with bayonets, The old man gave little Mary Magdalene A broke piece of a mirror. She hid in che church outhouse. When she got thirsty she licked the steam off the glass. That leaves Joseph. Poor Joseph, Standing naked in the snow. He only had a rat To load his suitcases on. The rat wouldn't run into its hole. Even when the lights came on-- The floodlights in the guard towers. Charles Simic [1980; 1999] this poem receives my best note* From: David Graham Sent: Tuesday, May 09, 2006 5:08 PM Charles Simic is 68 years old today. I never would have predicted this years ago when he was part of a large pack of up-and-comers I paid attention to, but somehow his work has been for me one of the most reliable pleasures in contemporary poetry. With poets born in the 1930s, I return to his poems much more often than I do to those of James Tate, Mark Strand, Frank Bidart, Diane Wakoski, Michael Harper, Marvin Bell, Margaret Atwood, and others--despite or perhaps because it is so reliable. He found a very recognizable style fairly early, and stuck with it. Rather like Russell Edson and Lucille Clifton, other poets from that generation whose work has aged well. Have You Met Miss Jones? I have. At the funeral Pulling down her skirt to cover her knees While inadvertently Showing us her cleavage Down to the tip of her nipples, A complete stranger, wobbly on her heels, Negotiating the exit With the assembled mourners Eyeing her rear end with visible interest. Presidential hopefuls Will continue to lie to the people As we sit here bowed. New hatreds will sweep the globe Faster than the weather. Sewer rats will sniff around Lit cash machines While we sigh over the departed. And her beauty will live on, no matter What any one of these black-clad, Grim veterans of every wake, Every prison gate and crucifixion, Sputters about her discourtesy. Miss Jones, you'll be safe With the insomniacs, You'll triumph Where they pour wine from a bottle Wrapped in a white napkin, Eat sausage with pan-fried potatoes, And grow misty-eyed remembering The way you walked past the open coffin, Past the stiff with his nose in the air Taking his long siesta. A cute little number an old man said, But who was she? Miss Jones, the guest book proclaimed. --Charles Simic. Walking the Black Cat. Harcourt, 1996. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Tue May 9 19:53:03 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 19:53:03 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Zimmer, et al Message-ID: <21c.c24fa1d.3192855f@aol.com> The Zimmer poems always strike me as thinly disguised alter-ego poems. So I ask this question, from about Crazy Jane on, what poems cast in another's voice, or characterized as 'other', have worked best for you? Robinson is home but no one is answering the phone. Finnegan In a message dated 5/9/2006 6:47:22 AM Eastern Standard Time, anny.ballardini at tin.it writes: Zimmer Imagines Heaven For Merrill Leffler I sit with Joseph Conrad in Monet?s garden. We are listening to Yeats chant his poems, A breeze stirs through Thomas Hardy?s moustache, John Skelton has gone to the house for beer, Wanda Landowska lightly fingers a harpsichord, Along the spruce tree walk Roberto Clemente and Thurman Munson whistle a baseball back and forth. Mozart chats with Ellington in the roses. Monet smokes and dabs his canvas in the sun, Brueghel and Turner set easels behind the wisteria. The band is warming up in the Big Studio: Bean, Brute, Bird, and Serge on saxes, Kai Bill Harris, Lawrence Brown trombones, Little Jazz, Clifford, Fats, Diz on trumpets, Klook plays drums, Mingus bass, Bud the piano. Later Madam Schuman-Heink will sing Schubert. The monks of Benedictine Abbey will chant. There will be more poems from Emily Dickinson, James Wright, John Clare, Walt Whitman. Shakespeare rehearses players for King Lear. At dusk Alice Toklas brings out platters Of sweetbreads, Salad Livoni?re, And a tureen of Gazpacho of M?laga. After the meal Brahms passes fine cigars. God comes then, radiant with a bottle of cognac, She pour generously into the snifters, I tell Her I have begun to learn what Heaven is about. She wants to hear. It is, I say, being thankful for eternity. Her smile is the best part of the day. Paul Zimmer [1996] -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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And that one of his earliest memories was being hurled from the crib by the shockwaves of a bombing? I remember Richard Hugo remarking once that, as a bombadier in WWII, he had dropped bombs on the young Charles Simic in Belgrade. That was when Hitler's bombadiers weren't doing the same thing, of course. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Message-ID: <42b.7b7df6.31929553@aol.com> _http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/articles/2006/04/30/the_legend_of_howl /?page=full_ (http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/articles/2006/04/30/the_legend_of_howl/?page=full) By David Barber | April 30, 2006 POETRY MAKES NOTHING happen, Auden duly informs us, but when mythology takes over, anything goes. Or so it would seem, to judge by a new collection of essays, ''The Poem That Changed America: 'Howl' Fifty Years Later" (FSG), commissioned by Beat hagiographer Jason Shinder to mark the golden anniversary of Allen Ginsberg's epochal barbaric yawp. Ever since ''Howl" first appeared in its instantly talismanic City Lights pocket edition in the fall of 1956, it's been hard to reckon where the poetry ends and the mythology begins. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Tue May 9 21:26:02 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 21:26:02 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Zimmer, et al References: <21c.c24fa1d.3192855f@aol.com> Message-ID: <001701c673d0$b3f33490$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> As an alter ego, rather than something like, say, "The Witch of Coos"? Marilyn Nelson's Abba Jacob poems come to mind. ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Tuesday, May 09, 2006 7:53 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Zimmer, et al The Zimmer poems always strike me as thinly disguised alter-ego poems. So I ask this question, from about Crazy Jane on, what poems cast in another's voice, or characterized as 'other', have worked best for you? Robinson is home but no one is answering the phone. Finnegan In a message dated 5/9/2006 6:47:22 AM Eastern Standard Time, anny.ballardini at tin.it writes: Zimmer Imagines Heaven For Merrill Leffler I sit with Joseph Conrad in Monet?s garden. We are listening to Yeats chant his poems, A breeze stirs through Thomas Hardy?s moustache, John Skelton has gone to the house for beer, Wanda Landowska lightly fingers a harpsichord, Along the spruce tree walk Roberto Clemente and Thurman Munson whistle a baseball back and forth. Mozart chats with Ellington in the roses. Monet smokes and dabs his canvas in the sun, Brueghel and Turner set easels behind the wisteria. The band is warming up in the Big Studio: Bean, Brute, Bird, and Serge on saxes, Kai Bill Harris, Lawrence Brown trombones, Little Jazz, Clifford, Fats, Diz on trumpets, Klook plays drums, Mingus bass, Bud the piano. Later Madam Schuman-Heink will sing Schubert. The monks of Benedictine Abbey will chant. There will be more poems from Emily Dickinson, James Wright, John Clare, Walt Whitman. Shakespeare rehearses players for King Lear. At dusk Alice Toklas brings out platters Of sweetbreads, Salad Livoni?re, And a tureen of Gazpacho of M?laga. After the meal Brahms passes fine cigars. God comes then, radiant with a bottle of cognac, She pour generously into the snifters, I tell Her I have begun to learn what Heaven is about. She wants to hear. It is, I say, being thankful for eternity. Her smile is the best part of the day. Paul Zimmer [1996] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I would have thought that the name Zimmer would be a tip-off: not really a disguise at all! But yes, there's a useful distinction here, between true persona poems and those, like Zimmer's or like Berryman's Henry, that really are stand-ins for the poet. Patricia Smith has a poem, "Skinhead," that's one of the most successful recent persona poems I've seen. And it's most obviously not Smith's alter ego! In contrast, I've never been very convinced by Ai's personae, I confess. They all seem to bleed together, and sound rather like Ai to my ears. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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No matter what the topic, they can't help themselves but to widen the aperture of the piece to include some socio-political comment, generally tilting toward the negative or world-weary. Of course cultures that lived through two world wars in less than a half-century, have certainly been wounded psychically. Style can be kind of scar. Finnegan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From hruggier at localnet.com Wed May 10 11:51:59 2006 From: hruggier at localnet.com (Helen Ruggieri) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 11:51:59 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY Message-ID: <00f401c67449$ac93a670$6500a8c0@Helen> They're baaaack. Does anyone have a way to get rid of these messages without putting new-poetry in the spam list? There are about a dozen messages from new poetry and they each have pictures (could this be related to the Russian teenage virgin messages I've been getting?) Those Russians, busy, busy, busy. The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, but . . . .j And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. Help, computer gurus. I can forward them if you'd like to see one. h -------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. Download your free copy of ChoiceMail from www.choicemailfree.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From halvard at earthlink.net Wed May 10 12:12:40 2006 From: halvard at earthlink.net (Halvard Johnson) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 12:12:40 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY In-Reply-To: <00f401c67449$ac93a670$6500a8c0@Helen> References: <00f401c67449$ac93a670$6500a8c0@Helen> Message-ID: Delete w/o downloading. Hal "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." --Albert Einstein Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 10, 2006, at 11:51 AM, Helen Ruggieri wrote: > They're baaaack. > > Does anyone have a way to get rid of these messages without > putting new-poetry in the spam list? > > There are about a dozen messages from new poetry and they each have > pictures (could this be related to > the Russian teenage virgin messages I've been getting?) Those > Russians, busy, busy, busy. > > The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, > but . . . .j > > And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get > two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. > > Help, computer gurus. > > I can forward them if you'd like to see one. > > h > My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and > corporate anti-spam solutions. Download your free copy of > ChoiceMail from www.choicemailfree.com. > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Wed May 10 12:28:37 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 11:28:37 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY In-Reply-To: References: <00f401c67449$ac93a670$6500a8c0@Helen> Message-ID: My suggestion: check the preference settings on your mail program. If your program is downloading every message to your machine before you can access anything, that probably can be changed. The programs I use have a "leave message on server" toggle. Also, you can, on most if not all programs, set an upper limit on how big messages can be before it'll accept & download them. I still work at home on a dialup, and some of my colleages persist in sending huge files to me that gum up the works. So I just set my home preferences to not accept any message bigger than 200K. Those that look legit I can download later at the office. Or, if they look viral, I can delete at home without downloading. It's amazing how big some MS Word files can be, when people get creative with html, color fonts, etc. Bloatware, as someone called it. . . . On May 10, 2006, at 11:12 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote: > Delete w/o downloading. > > Hal > > > On May 10, 2006, at 11:51 AM, Helen Ruggieri wrote: > >> They're baaaack. >> >> Does anyone have a way to get rid of these messages without >> putting new-poetry in the spam list? >> >> There are about a dozen messages from new poetry and they each >> have pictures (could this be related to >> the Russian teenage virgin messages I've been getting?) Those >> Russians, busy, busy, busy. >> >> The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, >> but . . . .j >> >> And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get >> two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. >> >> Help, computer gurus. >> >> I can forward them if you'd like to see one. >> >> h ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Wed May 10 14:14:45 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 20:14:45 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY References: <00f401c67449$ac93a670$6500a8c0@Helen> Message-ID: <001901c6745d$9e51f670$bbaf3852@ANNY> Hi Helen, try to run this free antivirus: http://housecall60.trendmicro.com/en/start_corp.asp then download if you do not have it: Lavasoft: Ad-Aware SE http://www.lavasoft.de/support/download/ From: David Graham Sent: Wednesday, May 10, 2006 6:28 PM My suggestion: check the preference settings on your mail program. If your program is downloading every message to your machine before you can access anything, that probably can be changed. The programs I use have a "leave message on server" toggle. Also, you can, on most if not all programs, set an upper limit on how big messages can be before it'll accept & download them. I still work at home on a dialup, and some of my colleages persist in sending huge files to me that gum up the works. So I just set my home preferences to not accept any message bigger than 200K. Those that look legit I can download later at the office. Or, if they look viral, I can delete at home without downloading. It's amazing how big some MS Word files can be, when people get creative with html, color fonts, etc. Bloatware, as someone called it. . . . On May 10, 2006, at 11:12 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote: Delete w/o downloading. Hal On May 10, 2006, at 11:51 AM, Helen Ruggieri wrote: They're baaaack. Does anyone have a way to get rid of these messages without putting new-poetry in the spam list? There are about a dozen messages from new poetry and they each have pictures (could this be related to the Russian teenage virgin messages I've been getting?) Those Russians, busy, busy, busy. The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, but . . . .j And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. Help, computer gurus. I can forward them if you'd like to see one. h ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From opus40-01 at opus40.org Wed May 10 14:21:20 2006 From: opus40-01 at opus40.org (opus40-01 at opus40.org) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 13:21:20 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY Message-ID: <20060510182120.B830413CF8@smapp03.siteprotect.com> An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Wed May 10 14:27:22 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 20:27:22 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY References: <20060510182120.B830413CF8@smapp03.siteprotect.com> Message-ID: <003901c6745f$61717b20$bbaf3852@ANNY> You are asking me, Tad? Bah, plenty I think From: opus40-01 at opus40.org Those are great programs, but they won't stop your mailbox from filling up with junk. How many teenage virgins are there in Italy? On Wed May 10 14:14 , 'Anny Ballardini' sent: Hi Helen, try to run this free antivirus: http://housecall60.trendmicro.com/en/start_corp.asp then download if you do not have it: Lavasoft: Ad-Aware SE http://www.lavasoft.de/support/download/ From: David Graham Sent: Wednesday, May 10, 2006 6:28 PM My suggestion: check the preference settings on your mail program. If your program is downloading every message to your machine before you can access anything, that probably can be changed. The programs I use have a "leave message on server" toggle. Also, you can, on most if not all programs, set an upper limit on how big messages can be before it'll accept & download them. I still work at home on a dialup, and some of my colleages persist in sending huge files to me that gum up the works. So I just set my home preferences to not accept any message bigger than 200K. Those that look legit I can download later at the office. Or, if they look viral, I can delete at home without downloading. It's amazing how big some MS Word files can be, when people get creative with html, color fonts, etc. Bloatware, as someone called it. . . . On May 10, 2006, at 11:12 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote: Delete w/o downloading. Hal On May 10, 2006, at 11:51 AM, Helen Ruggieri wrote: They're baaaack. Does anyone have a way to get rid of these messages without putting new-poetry in the spam list? There are about a dozen messages from new poetry and they each have pictures (could this be related to the Russian teenage virgin messages I've been getting?) Those Russians, busy, busy, busy. The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, but . . . .j And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. Help, computer gurus. I can forward them if you'd like to see one. h ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, but . . . .j And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. Help, computer gurus. I can forward them if you'd like to see one. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Wed May 10 21:11:52 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 21:11:52 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Newhour Interview: Lehman's O Book of AmPo Message-ID: <444.7fc12.3193e958@aol.com> inert text, streaming video & audio... _http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/poems/jan-june06/oxford_509.html_ (http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/poems/jan-june06/oxford_509.html) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Garden City, NY, May 10, 2006 --(PR.COM)-- Ira Joe Fisher?s new collection of poetry, SOME HOLY WEIGHT IN THE VILLAGE AIR, published by Athanata Arts, Ltd. will be officially released on July 20, 2006. Fisher, a nationally recognized broadcaster with over forty years experience, known for his work as weather anchor for CBS on The Saturday Early Show, is an accomplished poet who gives voice and depth to small-town American experience in the tradition of Robert Frost. Fisher?s book is the first volume of five to be published by Athanata Arts? NYQ Poetry Series, established to present book-length collections of poets recognized by publication in the The New York Quarterly poetry journal founded by William Packard in 1969. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 11 05:03:26 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 11 May 2006 11:03:26 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY References: <443.47e81.3193bc3d@aol.com> Message-ID: <008601c674d9$c41ce0f0$20ac3452@ANNY> I think Helen is the only one targeted by the spam, as Tad said, we were all spared because of a good firewall. I have Norton Antivirus, automatically updated. It is probably not New Poetry but a spammer that picked up the New Poetry address from her pc, again as Tad said. And as Tad said (am I repeating myself?), Helen will have to wait it all out and keep on cancelling, or seen that she was planning to get a broadband connection and change address, seize the opportunity and do the big step step I took maybe 5 years ago and that I will never regret care, Anny ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 10, 2006 11:59 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] VIRUS MESSAGES FROM NEW POETRY Helen, I'm not getting any strange New-Poetry messages...it must be something that's specifically targeting you/your computer. I don't think it's a good idea to forward them to look at. I'll ask my tech contact if he has any ideas. Anyone else getting attacked by faux NewPoetry emails? Jim Finnegan In a message dated 5/10/2006 11:52:45 AM Eastern Daylight Time, hruggier at localnet.com writes: They're baaaack. Does anyone have a way to get rid of these messages without putting new-poetry in the spam list? There are about a dozen messages from new poetry and they each have pictures (could this be related to the Russian teenage virgin messages I've been getting?) Those Russians, busy, busy, busy. The messages take forever to download and yes, I can delete them, but . . . .j And they recycle, ever day - if I miss a day checking emial I get two sets. It takes 20 min. to download the email. Help, computer gurus. I can forward them if you'd like to see one. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Thu May 11 12:27:39 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Thu, 11 May 2006 12:27:39 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] online magazine watch: Octopus Message-ID: <42f.9c93ca.3194bffb@aol.com> _http://www.octopusmagazine.com/_ (http://www.octopusmagazine.com/) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Fri May 12 00:44:25 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 00:44:25 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Nonsense Message-ID: <000a01c6757e$bf26d4c0$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Wonderful stuff from Kay Ryan in the current Poetry: Now would be a good time to think more about the elements of nonsense when it sails under its own colors. And where better to look for them than in a small nonsense recipe by Edward Lear: To make Gosky Patties Take a Pig, three or four years of age, and tie him by the off-hind leg to a post. Place 5 pounds of currants, 3 of sugar, 2 pecks of peas,18 roast chestnuts, a candle and 6 bushels of turnips, within his reach; if he eats these, constantly provide him with more. Then procure some cream, some slices of Cheshire cheese, four quires of foolscap paper, and a packet of black pins. Work the whole into a paste, and spread it out to dry on a sheet of clean brown water-proof linen. When the paste is perfectly dry, but not before, proceed to beat the Pig violently, with the handle of a large broom. If he squeals, beat him again. Visit the paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days, and ascertain if at the end of that period the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties. If it does not then, it never will; and in that case the Pig may be let loose, and the whole process may be considered as finished. Many of the nonsense elements that animate Gosky Patties animate poetry as well: 1 AN INVENTED GOAL. Nobody, previously, wanted Gosky Patties made, just as no one wants a poem made. There is the occasional requirement of poets laureate to memorialize a bridge, but that hardly counts. In general, one does not "find a need and fill it," as Henry Ford urged inventors to do. There is no need which precedes either nonsense or a poem. The creator is entertaining him or herself. 2 COWBIRD TECHNIQUE. Just as the cowbird lays her eggs in another bird's nest, nonsense is built inside the nest of some traditional form. It isn't just shapeless. Here, in Gosky Patties, Lear takes over the recipe. Sometimes it's a botany or an alphabet. Or, on a smaller scale, a nonsense word may be fitted into the nest of perfectly good sense. Take "Gosky Patties" here, or, in "The Owl and the Pussycat," "runcible spoons." Nonsense's habit of taking up residence in something formal creates a feeling of order and propriety. Similarly, the poet occupies some sort of form. This may be the traditional form the poem takes, a sonnet or a villanelle, or simply a rhyme scheme. Or it may be a type of poem-say an epithalamium. Or it may be something else-perhaps a definition, or a list, or a claim to explain something. (I myself like to write "how-something-works" poems.) These things lend order and propriety. Form gives us confidence that we are not wasting our time on shapeless nonsense. (That's a joke of course; nonsense is always shaped. You can distinguish real nonsense from garbage because nonsense is shaped and tense.) 3 EXACTNESS. The nonsense writer is exact about things that only become important because he is exact about them: "Take a pig, three or four years of age, and tie him by the off-hind leg." There is little slop here. Similarly, the exactness of a poem's distinctions makes us feel that the distinctions matter. We suddenly care, for example, when Marianne Moore describes the shell of the paper nautilus with its "wasp-nest flaws/of white on white." We just feel that something precise is something important. 4 INCONGRUITY. Nonsense revels in working incompatible elements "into a paste." For example, "some cream, some slices of Cheshire cheese, four quires of foolscap paper and a packet of black pins." The poet too feels that things which bear no outward relationship to one another must nonetheless be brought into proximity. Think of Marianne Moore's connection of "mussels" to "injured fans." Or simply think of "injured fans"; that's great enough. 5 A SENSE OF IMMINENCE. Lear's instructions contain the faith that something is about to happen: "ascertain if ... the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties." Things are on the verge of coming together-which is more exciting than things having actually come together, of course. A poem, both for the writer and reader, must have this same buildup, as to a sneeze. Nonsense, like poetry, is a kind of game, with rules or requirements. Neither is pointless play like that endless horsies whinnying and prancing thing girls do, or that strange martial arts sequence by which small boys advance through rooms. Play assumes that there is no end. Games (nonsense and poetry) assume there is-if only for the sake of seeing it thwarted. 6 A HIGHLY PERSONAL IDEA OF CAUSE AND EFFECT. Lear insists that there is a relationship between the pig, the pig's placement, the pig's diet, the beating of the pig, and the paste, which may bring about Gosky Patties, although then again it may not. We must accept all this on faith, for we know nothing about such things. We simply know that there is cause and effect in nonsense, as we know it in a poem-some interior machinery that must strike and tap and rotate in a particular sequence to get something to happen, beknownst only to the author. As readers, we like this. It's nice not to be in charge of cause and effect all the time, as we feel we are in "real life." 7 THE READER IS MADE INTO A CO-CONSPIRATOR. This is in contradiction to the previous point, which is not a problem. We are treated both peremptorily and as equals. It is assumed-wrongly, of course-that the reader shares the knowledge of what Gosky Patties would be if they were to become themselves. There is this sense of shared delicate sensibility between reader and author about this: the reader must use judgment equal to the author's: "Visit the paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days, and ascertain if at the end of that period the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties." You'll know what to do. And so of course with poetry. We have the flattering feeling in reading a poem that we are somehow creating it. We're sending it where it goes. And in a way this is absolutely true, since the poem is only reconstituted by our act of reading and understanding, the letters otherwise quite helpless on the page. One might note, further, that in both the case of Lear's nonsense and in a poem, the thing that is being asked of us, such as knowing when Gosky Patties are about to form, may be pure hokum. We may understand it as hokum, and remain exactly as willing to get on with the show. Perhaps more willing, since who wants more practical outcomes. 8 A PERFECT ABSENCE OF SENTIMENT. The pig's feelings do not concern us. The pig is provided endless (primarily) tasty food (except the candle). The pig is at the same time beaten: "Beat the Pig violently, with the handle of a large broom.... Visit the paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days.'' If the whole doesn't turn into Gosky Patties, "the Pig may be let loose." (We may ask, What might have become of the pig if the Gosky Patties had occurred? But we are given no hint ... except in the terrible word, "Patties.") If we had feelings about the pig, this would not be fun for us. I believe that feelings, attached feelings that is, are also dead weight in a poem. We mustn't be feeling things for the poor tethered pigs in poems; poems are to liberate our feelings rather than to bind them. If a poem sticks you to it, it has failed. Consider the example of the death of Lesbia's sparrow, as described by Catullus, that "has hopped solitarily/down that dark alleyway of no return." Our sentiments are stuck neither to the bird, nor to Lesbia's grief over its death, but, through Catullus's tone of mock gravity, are connected to something truly grave: that implacable force that "swallows up all beautiful things." 9 INDIFFERENCE TO OUTCOME. There is no product, and this is perfectly satisfactory. "If it does not then [turn into Gosky Patties] it never will; and in that case the Pig may be let loose, and the whole process may be considered as finished." There were expectations, it was important to have expectations, but achieving them doesn't matter a black pin. Isn't this the burden of Cavafy's "Ithaca" as much as "Gosky Patties"? Although I hate to bring in the word burden; the burden here is that there is no burden. I love this blessed release from the goal. I love the feeling of deflation, in general, that one enjoys in nonsense. Take this familiar rhyme: Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussycat, Pussycat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under a chair. I love the small thing that results from great circumstances. The Pussycat goes the long way around to do something she could have done in the next room. When any child repeats this nonsense rhyme, she most likely pays no attention to what she's saying, but some interior overworked overdutiful overintentional windup machinery inside her is relaxed, and that is why this rhyme has lasted without anyone ever worrying about it. 10 A WONDERFUL SENSE OF HELPLESSNESS. We can do certain (very exact) things to make Gosky Patties, but we have no control over whether or not they work. This of course is the exact delicate state required of poetry writing. We can urge parts (pins, cheese, etc.) together and then we have to hope that they will do their part, somehow becoming active in an enterprise that is beyond us. 11 THE OBJECT IS DELIGHT. Lear is first delighting himself and then his audience. And I would argue that the poet as well as the nonsense writer is delighted by his work, whatever the apparent extremity he may be describing in a poem. Could Hopkins, for example, have been anything but delighted/released by the phrase "time's eunuch"? Somehow he created an atomic broth (cooked over despair) that twisted these unlikely word partners together into a supremely powerful and economical description of supreme powerlessness and waste. He is, in the moment of calling himself "time's eunuch," released from being "time's eunuch." I wouldn't be at all surprised if he actually laughed. I don't think it would be a rueful laugh, either; it would be joy. 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Paul On 5/11/06 11:44 PM, "TheOldMole" wrote: > Wonderful stuff from Kay Ryan in the current Poetry: > > > Now would be a good time to think more about the elements of nonsense when it > sails under its own colors. And where better to look for them than in a small > nonsense recipe by Edward Lear: > >> To make Gosky Patties >> >> Take a Pig, three or four years of age, and tie him by the off-hind leg to a >> post. Place 5 pounds of currants, 3 of sugar, 2 pecks of peas,18 roast >> chestnuts, a candle and 6 bushels of turnips, within his reach; if he eats >> these, constantly provide him with more. >> >> Then procure some cream, some slices of Cheshire cheese, four quires of >> foolscap paper, and a packet of black pins. Work the whole into a paste, and >> spread it out to dry on a sheet of clean brown water-proof linen. >> >> When the paste is perfectly dry, but not before, proceed to beat the Pig >> violently, with the handle of a large broom. If he squeals, beat him again. >> >> Visit the paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days, and ascertain if >> at the end of that period the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties. >> >> If it does not then, it never will; and in that case the Pig may be let >> loose, and the whole process may be considered as finished. > > > Many of the nonsense elements that animate Gosky Patties animate poetry as > well: > > > 1 AN INVENTED GOAL. Nobody, previously, wanted Gosky Patties made, just as no > one wants a poem made. There is the occasional requirement of poets laureate > to memorialize a bridge, but that hardly counts. In general, one does not > ?find a need and fill it,? as Henry Ford urged inventors to do. There is no > need which precedes either nonsense or a poem. The creator is entertaining him > or herself. > > 2 COWBIRD TECHNIQUE. Just as the cowbird lays her eggs in another bird?s nest, > nonsense is built inside the nest of some traditional form. It isn?t just > shapeless. Here, in Gosky Patties, Lear takes over the recipe. Sometimes it?s > a botany or an alphabet. Or, on a smaller scale, a nonsense word may be fitted > into the nest of perfectly good sense. Take ?Gosky Patties? here, or, in ?The > Owl and the Pussycat,? ?runcible spoons.? Nonsense?s habit of taking up > residence in something formal creates a feeling of order and propriety. > Similarly, the poet occupies some sort of form. This may be the traditional > form the poem takes, a sonnet or a villanelle, or simply a rhyme scheme. Or it > may be a type of poem?say an epithalamium. Or it may be something else?perhaps > a definition, or a list, or a claim to explain something. (I myself like to > write ?how-something-works? poems.) These things lend order and propriety. > Form gives us confidence that we are not wasting our time on shapeless > nonsense. (That?s a joke of course; nonsense is always shaped. You can > distinguish real nonsense from garbage because nonsense is shaped and tense.) > > 3 EXACTNESS. The nonsense writer is exact about things that only become > important because he is exact about them: ?Take a pig, three or four years of > age, and tie him by the off-hind leg.? There is little slop here. Similarly, > the exactness of a poem?s distinctions makes us feel that the distinctions > matter. We suddenly care, for example, when Marianne Moore describes the shell > of the paper nautilus with its ?wasp-nest flaws/of white on white.? We just > feel that something precise is something important. > > 4 INCONGRUITY. Nonsense revels in working incompatible elements ?into a > paste.? For example, ?some cream, some slices of Cheshire cheese, four quires > of foolscap paper and a packet of black pins.? The poet too feels that things > which bear no outward relationship to one another must nonetheless be brought > into proximity. Think of Marianne Moore?s connection of ?mussels? to ?injured > fans.? Or simply think of ?injured fans?; that?s great enough. > > 5 A SENSE OF IMMINENCE. Lear?s instructions contain the faith that something > is about to happen: ?ascertain if ... the whole is about to turn into Gosky > Patties.? Things are on the verge of coming together?which is more exciting > than things having actually come together, of course. A poem, both for the > writer and reader, must have this same buildup, as to a sneeze. Nonsense, like > poetry, is a kind of game, with rules or requirements. Neither is pointless > play like that endless horsies whinnying and prancing thing girls do, or that > strange martial arts sequence by which small boys advance through rooms. Play > assumes that there is no end. Games (nonsense and poetry) assume there is?if > only for the sake of seeing it thwarted. > > 6 A HIGHLY PERSONAL IDEA OF CAUSE AND EFFECT. Lear insists that there is a > relationship between the pig, the pig?s placement, the pig?s diet, the beating > of the pig, and the paste, which may bring about Gosky Patties, although then > again it may not. We must accept all this on faith, for we know nothing about > such things. We simply know that there is cause and effect in nonsense, as we > know it in a poem?some interior machinery that must strike and tap and rotate > in a particular sequence to get something to happen, beknownst only to the > author. As readers, we like this. It?s nice not to be in charge of cause and > effect all the time, as we feel we are in ?real life.? > > 7 THE READER IS MADE INTO A CO-CONSPIRATOR. This is in contradiction to the > previous point, which is not a problem. We are treated both peremptorily and > as equals. It is assumed?wrongly, of course?that the reader shares the > knowledge of what Gosky Patties would be if they were to become themselves. > There is this sense of shared delicate sensibility between reader and author > about this: the reader must use judgment equal to the author?s: ?Visit the > paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days, and ascertain if at the end > of that period the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties.? You?ll know > what to do. > > And so of course with poetry. We have the flattering feeling in reading a poem > that we are somehow creating it. We?re sending it where it goes. And in a way > this is absolutely true, since the poem is only reconstituted by our act of > reading and understanding, the letters otherwise quite helpless on the page. > One might note, further, that in both the case of Lear?s nonsense and in a > poem, the thing that is being asked of us, such as knowing when Gosky Patties > are about to form, may be pure hokum. We may understand it as hokum, and > remain exactly as willing to get on with the show. Perhaps more willing, since > who wants more practical outcomes. > > 8 A PERFECT ABSENCE OF SENTIMENT. The pig?s feelings do not concern us. The > pig is provided endless (primarily) tasty food (except the candle). The pig is > at the same time beaten: ?Beat the Pig violently, with the handle of a large > broom.... Visit the paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days.?? If the > whole doesn?t turn into Gosky Patties, ?the Pig may be let loose.? (We may > ask, What might have become of the pig if the Gosky Patties had occurred? But > we are given no hint ... except in the terrible word, ?Patties.?) If we had > feelings about the pig, this would not be fun for us. I believe that feelings, > attached feelings that is, are also dead weight in a poem. We mustn?t be > feeling things for the poor tethered pigs in poems; poems are to liberate our > feelings rather than to bind them. If a poem sticks you to it, it has failed. > Consider the example of the death of Lesbia?s sparrow, as described by > Catullus, that ?has hopped solitarily/down that dark alleyway of no return.? > Our sentiments are stuck neither to the bird, nor to Lesbia?s grief over its > death, but, through Catullus?s tone of mock gravity, are connected to > something truly grave: that implacable force that ?swallows up all beautiful > things.? > > 9 INDIFFERENCE TO OUTCOME. There is no product, and this is perfectly > satisfactory. ?If it does not then [turn into Gosky Patties] it never will; > and in that case the Pig may be let loose, and the whole process may be > considered as finished.? There were expectations, it was important to have > expectations, but achieving them doesn?t matter a black pin. Isn?t this the > burden of Cavafy?s ?Ithaca? as much as ?Gosky Patties?? Although I hate to > bring in the word burden; the burden here is that there is no burden. I love > this blessed release from the goal. I love the feeling of deflation, in > general, that one enjoys in nonsense. Take this familiar rhyme: > >> Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? >> I?ve been to London to see the Queen. >> Pussycat, Pussycat, what did you there? >> I frightened a little mouse under a chair. > > > I love the small thing that results from great circumstances. The Pussycat > goes the long way around to do something she could have done in the next room. > When any child repeats this nonsense rhyme, she most likely pays no attention > to what she?s saying, but some interior overworked overdutiful overintentional > windup machinery inside her is relaxed, and that is why this rhyme has lasted > without anyone ever worrying about it. > > 10 A WONDERFUL SENSE OF HELPLESSNESS. We can do certain (very exact) things to > make Gosky Patties, but we have no control over whether or not they work. This > of course is the exact delicate state required of poetry writing. We can urge > parts (pins, cheese, etc.) together and then we have to hope that they will do > their part, somehow becoming active in an enterprise that is beyond us. > > 11 THE OBJECT IS DELIGHT. Lear is first delighting himself and then his > audience. And I would argue that the poet as well as the nonsense writer is > delighted by his work, whatever the apparent extremity he may be describing in > a poem. Could Hopkins, for example, have been anything but delighted/released > by the phrase ?time?s eunuch?? Somehow he created an atomic broth (cooked over > despair) that twisted these unlikely word partners together into a supremely > powerful and economical description of supreme powerlessness and waste. He is, > in the moment of calling himself ?time?s eunuch,? released from being ?time?s > eunuch.? I wouldn?t be at all surprised if he actually laughed. I don?t think > it would be a rueful laugh, either; it would be joy. > Tad Richards > www.opus40.org > http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Fri May 12 19:46:37 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 19:46:37 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Nonsense Message-ID: <360.4698c98.3196785d@aol.com> In a message dated 5/12/2006 12:44:42 AM Eastern Standard Time, tad at opus40.org writes: Visit the paste and beat the Pig alternately for some days, and ascertain if at the end of that period the whole is about to turn into Gosky Patties. Your message has been reported to PETA. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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If a poem sticks you to it, it has failed. Can you imagine writing poems if this were true? I can't. This explains some of her affection for Marianne Moore's language games. But would Bishop pass such a test for poetry? Would the better part of the canon survive? One wonders why poetry is so often a part of funerals, births, weddings, graduations... Oh, just run over that damned moose! Finnegan -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Fri May 12 20:35:09 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 20:35:09 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Nonsense Message-ID: <32d.3e3000b.319683bd@aol.com> There is no product, and this is perfectly satisfactory. The form is important...the product is not. Makes sense to me. Finnegan -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Fri May 12 21:23:47 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 20:23:47 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Oxford Book of Ballast Message-ID: <84BC6395-0318-4FAC-995D-1EC4D3932002@ripon.edu> Anyone seen David Lehman's new Oxford book of American poetry? I just brought it home from the library today in my red wheelbarrow-- all 1132 pages of it. This is the mother of all doorstops, friends, and a crime against NewPoetry, I'm sorry to say. 1132 pages of poets of many stripes and proclivities, and yet, pretty much a shut-out for NewPo. No Sam Gwynn to be seen. No Bill Knott. No Tad Richards. No Finnegan, Ruggieri, Newberry, Grumman, Ballardini, Stroffolino, Cervantes. There's a couple Johnsons, but alas, no Halvard. One Snyder, but no Snider. And they erroneously included the wrong Graham. Who is this Lehman guy, anyway? I haven't really done more than scan the table of contents so far, but it looks like it will provoke some fairly predictable sniping beyond its mysterious and unexplained grudge against NewPo. For anyone who knows Lehman's taste, the contents won't offer much surprise, I don't think. The selections up into the second half of the 20th century seem unexceptional and unobjectionable to me, with a few surprising choices scattered here and there (Ruth Herschberger, Jean Garrigue, David Schubert). Nice to see both Weldon Kees and William Bronk included, as they often are not in American poetry surveys. Nice also to see that the editor can include both Jack Spicer and Robert Bly, who probably haven't appeared side by side in a great many prior anthologies. Nor have Dana Gioia and Charles Bernstein, perhaps. When Lehman moves into more recent decades, of course, his choices will begin to strike more folks as controversial. But here, too, he does offer a clear alternative to the previous Oxford, including (for example) both Lyn Hejinian and Sharon Olds, Tom Disch and Rae Armantrout. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From opus40-01 at opus40.org Fri May 12 21:25:20 2006 From: opus40-01 at opus40.org (opus40-01 at opus40.org) Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 20:25:20 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Nonsense Message-ID: <20060513012520.21A9C2E8003@smapp00.siteprotect.com> An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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From: opus40-01 at opus40.org Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 3:25 AM I agree completely with Ryan on this one. There may a demand for for poetry, or fiction, as a general business, but there's no specific demand for your poem, or your novel -- if it's any good. There may be a demand for a fictionalizaion of Bill Clinton with lots of sex, or for the return of Hannibal Lecter, but nobody is sitting around saying "What we need is a really good poem about an albino spider -- who can we get to write it?" On Fri May 12 20:13 , JforJames at aol.com sent: 1 AN INVENTED GOAL. Nobody, previously, wanted Gosky Patties made, just as no one wants a poem made. There is the occasional requirement of poets laureate to memorialize a bridge, but that hardly counts. In general, one does not ?find a need and fill it,? as Henry Ford urged inventors to do. There is no need which precedes either nonsense or a poem. The creator is entertaining him or herself. This is perhaps why so much of K Ryan's poetry strikes me as slight. She has so little ambition at the outset of the endeavor. Men may not die each day for the lack (pace Williams) but there should be some import attached to the project of making poems in this world. Finnegan -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Sat May 13 09:39:14 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 09:39:14 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Nonsense Message-ID: <37f.29e421e.31973b82@aol.com> In a message dated 5/12/2006 11:32:48 PM Eastern Standard Time, Rsgwynn1 at cs.com writes: This is perhaps why so much of K Ryan's poetry strikes me as slight. She has so little ambition at the outset of the endeavor. Men may not die each day for the lack (pace Williams) but there should be some import attached to the project of making poems in this world. Finnegan I don't think it's necessary to die for every poem. Some poems may be written to please for just a moment, and I see no wrong in this. Better to make someone think for one minute than to shut you out for a lifetime. I'm sure you're right...and, don't get me wrong, I like the bauble and gew-gew and minor poem as much as anyone else. But her claim seems to be that poetry sholdn't be more than this. I was in D.C. yesterday and came across the statue of Alexander Pushkin, across from the Geo Washingtonn U library. I can't imagine him saying, "There is no need which precedes either nonsense or a poem. The creator is entertaining him or herself." Gee, golly. No wonder contemporary poets are so uncomfortable with the calling themselves 'poets'. There is so little at stake in being one. It would be as if Stevens wrote only his art deco ditties and avoided his philosophical undertakings through poetry. Poetry presupposes it own purpuse, as I've said before. I wouldn't have spent my time on an art that refused to be a force for change, wasn't a way of broadening the imagination and challenging the intellect, or wasn't a window into the human psyche, etc. I think if one starts with largest aspirations for one's poetry, one will produce the kinds of poems that I cherish because they exist. Poems that have made their own way in the world against successive tides of ignorance. The small and casual poems are part of process and shouldn't be devalued. Some of them are treasures in and of themselves. But if one isn't driven to do more in one's art than entertain oneself, then the poetry will likely be nonsense. Finnegan -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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It seemed it had been lost somewhere down there round the beginning of the XXth century. ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 3:39 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Nonsense In a message dated 5/12/2006 11:32:48 PM Eastern Standard Time, Rsgwynn1 at cs.com writes: This is perhaps why so much of K Ryan's poetry strikes me as slight. She has so little ambition at the outset of the endeavor. Men may not die each day for the lack (pace Williams) but there should be some import attached to the project of making poems in this world. Finnegan I don't think it's necessary to die for every poem. Some poems may be written to please for just a moment, and I see no wrong in this. Better to make someone think for one minute than to shut you out for a lifetime. I'm sure you're right...and, don't get me wrong, I like the bauble and gew-gew and minor poem as much as anyone else. But her claim seems to be that poetry sholdn't be more than this. I was in D.C. yesterday and came across the statue of Alexander Pushkin, across from the Geo Washingtonn U library. I can't imagine him saying, "There is no need which precedes either nonsense or a poem. The creator is entertaining him or herself." Gee, golly. No wonder contemporary poets are so uncomfortable with the calling themselves 'poets'. There is so little at stake in being one. It would be as if Stevens wrote only his art deco ditties and avoided his philosophical undertakings through poetry. Poetry presupposes it own purpuse, as I've said before. I wouldn't have spent my time on an art that refused to be a force for change, wasn't a way of broadening the imagination and challenging the intellect, or wasn't a window into the human psyche, etc. I think if one starts with largest aspirations for one's poetry, one will produce the kinds of poems that I cherish because they exist. Poems that have made their own way in the world against successive tides of ignorance. The small and casual poems are part of process and shouldn't be devalued. Some of them are treasures in and of themselves. But if one isn't driven to do more in one's art than entertain oneself, then the poetry will likely be nonsense. Finnegan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Mike S From hruggier at localnet.com Sat May 13 11:09:51 2006 From: hruggier at localnet.com (Helen Ruggieri) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 11:09:51 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] AMBITION Message-ID: <00f301c6769f$48d7d5e0$330c9942@Helen> I picked up on that word in ref. to K. Ryan - and I was thinking about how I was "taught" to write poetry and ambition was not on the list. We were to think small and in the small find the large (never the extra large). But maybe we all see "ambition" as something else - like I wanna be famous and so I hustle. Any comments on ambition? h -------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. Download your free copy of ChoiceMail from www.choicemailfree.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Sat May 13 11:47:36 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 17:47:36 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] AMBITION References: <00f301c6769f$48d7d5e0$330c9942@Helen> Message-ID: <00b501c676a4$8f071d00$70ec3652@ANNY> The usual petite bourgeoisie education for well-educated girls, if to it you add a good slice of Christian religion, where sacrifice is the only way to be, then you end up writing and giving your poems to your enemy to sign them. Something similar. I tried to get rid of all this. I was so shy I could become violet in the middle of the street when I crossed it. Because I think I have a great inner ambition, naturally given, and besides this, I was forced to reason out my Christianity because all those Christians were "Muslims"* in terms of sacrifice, and after the millionth time the same recidivous behavior was performed under my eyes, I forced myself, and still do, to try to limit my giving, or better, try to direct it to those who deserve it. *Muslim used with the meaning given by the Church in the Middle Ages From: Helen Ruggieri Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 5:09 PM I picked up on that word in ref. to K. Ryan - and I was thinking about how I was "taught" to write poetry and ambition was not on the list. We were to think small and in the small find the large (never the extra large). But maybe we all see "ambition" as something else - like I wanna be famous and so I hustle. Any comments on ambition? h -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Sat May 13 11:51:18 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 11:51:18 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Nonsense References: <000a01c6757e$bf26d4c0$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> <5112DCA2-87E0-4E35-8B46-7380595CF648@mac.com> Message-ID: <003a01c676a5$1426b400$74b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> I'm not sure where this discussion has been or is going but am putting in my two cents, anyway: the only proper function of art is to provide us with beauty. Beauty does not change the world, it "just" makes it worth living in. --Bob G. From AlMaginnes at aol.com Sat May 13 12:44:10 2006 From: AlMaginnes at aol.com (AlMaginnes at aol.com) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 12:44:10 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] AMBITION Message-ID: <411.19d7c14.319766da@aol.com> I think we have to differentiate between the desire some have to "be poets" and the desire to write poems. I applaud the ambition of those who want to write poems. Those who simply want to "be poets" won't matter for long anyway. In a message dated 5/13/2006 11:48:02 AM Eastern Daylight Time, anny.ballardini at tin.it writes: I picked up on that word in ref. to K. Ryan - and I was thinking about how I was "taught" to write poetry and ambition was not on the list. We were to think small and in the small find the large (never the extra large). But maybe we all see "ambition" as something else - like I wanna be famous and so I hustle. Any comments on ambition? h -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net Sat May 13 12:54:39 2006 From: bobgrumman at nut-n-but.net (Bob Grumman) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 12:54:39 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] AMBITION References: <00f301c6769f$48d7d5e0$330c9942@Helen> Message-ID: <006701c676ad$edc2e370$74b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> I picked up on that word in ref. to K. Ryan - and I was thinking about how I was "taught" to write poetry and ambition was not on the list. We were to think small and in the small find the large (never the extra large). But maybe we all see "ambition" as something else - like I wanna be famous and so I hustle. Any comments on ambition? h I started to answer, then got too tangled up in my thinking to continue. Too many ambitions fighting each other. I'll think it over further, though. --Bob G. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Sat May 13 16:34:15 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 16:34:15 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] AMBITION References: <00f301c6769f$48d7d5e0$330c9942@Helen> Message-ID: <001101c676cc$9ab83fd0$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> This lacks something as a poem, but it doesn't lack much as a performance piece, and it says some interesting things about poetry and ambition. Like Lilly Like Wilson Printable Version Like Lilly Like Wilson By Taylor Mali www.taylormali.com I'm writing the poem that will change the world, and it's Lilly Wilson at my office door. Lilly Wilson, the recovering like addict, the worst I've ever seen. So, like, bad the whole eighth grade started calling her Like Lilly Like Wilson Like. OUntil I declared my classroom a Like-Free Zone, and she could not speak for days. But when she finally did, it was to say, Mr. Mali, this is . . . so hard. Now I have to think before I . . . say anything. Imagine that, Lilly. It's for your own good. Even if you don't like . . . it. I'm writing the poem that will change the world, and it's Lilly Wilson at my office door. Lilly is writing a research paper for me about how homosexuals shouldn't be allowed to adopt children. I'm writing the poem that will change the world, and it's Like Lilly Like Wilson at my office door. She's having trouble finding sources, which is to say, ones that back her up. They all argue in favor of what I thought I was against. And it took four years of college, three years of graduate school, and every incidental teaching experience I have ever had to let out only, Well, that's a real interesting problem, Lilly. But what do you propose to do about it? That's what I want to know. And the eighth-grade mind is a beautiful thing; Like a new-born baby's face, you can often see it change before your very eyes. I can't believe I'm saying this, Mr. Mali, but I think I'd like to switch sides. And I want to tell her to do more than just believe it, but to enjoy it! That changing your mind is one of the best ways of finding out whether or not you still have one. Or even that minds are like parachutes, that it doesn't matter what you pack them with so long as they open at the right time. O God, Lilly, I want to say you make me feel like a teacher, and who could ask to feel more than that? I want to say all this but manage only, Lilly, I am like so impressed with you! So I finally taught somebody something, namely, how to change her mind. And learned in the process that if I ever change the world it's going to be one eighth grader at a time. ----- Original Message ----- From: Helen Ruggieri To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 11:09 AM Subject: [New-Poetry] AMBITION I picked up on that word in ref. to K. Ryan - and I was thinking about how I was "taught" to write poetry and ambition was not on the list. We were to think small and in the small find the large (never the extra large). But maybe we all see "ambition" as something else - like I wanna be famous and so I hustle. Any comments on ambition? h ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. 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Message-ID: <003601c676d3$7b460040$74af3452@ANNY> The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. W. B. Yeats Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Sat May 13 17:33:56 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 17:33:56 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] ambition? References: <003601c676d3$7b460040$74af3452@ANNY> Message-ID: <001e01c676d4$f0d14a30$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> That's an immense poetic accomplishment, describing a very modest ambition. Did Yeats have immense poetic ambition? We gather that he did -- he had a powerful desire to be a great poet. Does this poem come out of immense poetic ambition -- to write a poem that will change the world? Not so clear that it did. ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: New Poetry Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 5:23 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] ambition? The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. W. B. Yeats Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 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There's also a review by David Barber at PD, whose point I am not quite sure I understand. http://www.poems.com/news.htm Barber seems unduly exercised about the book's admittedly silly subtitle, "The Poem That Changed America." I'd grant him that point, certainly. But beyond that, he appears to be uncovering a circumstance that is the opposite of news, and in fact is something repeatedly stressed by its own author from the beginning: the fact that "Howl" is in many respects a traditional poem, with deep roots in Blake, Whitman, the prophetic books of the Old Testament, etc. Nor do I see any incompatibility between that situation and the fact that the poem did overturn a few applecarts on several fronts. It's the leap from describing the poem's traditonal roots to terming it "dolefully retrograde" and "a period piece" that I don't understand. I taught Ginsberg and *Howl* this term to my undergraduates, many of whom were challenged and excited by it, and easily able to see both its firm cultural roots and its importance to current trends in poetry. Others disliked the poem fairly enthusiastically, rather as I imagine many readers in 1956 did. The poem still provokes, on any number of levels. In other words, not really a period piece in any way that I can see. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Sun May 14 11:40:59 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 11:40:59 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] ambition? Message-ID: <403.1ef4672.3198a98b@aol.com> In a message dated 5/13/2006 5:34:18 PM Eastern Standard Time, tad at opus40.org writes: That's an immense poetic accomplishment, describing a very modest ambition. Did Yeats have immense poetic ambition? We gather that he did -- he had a powerful desire to be a great poet. Does this poem come out of immense poetic ambition -- to write a poem that will change the world? Not so clear that it did In another post you brought up Taylor Mali, whoi was several times the individual Nat'l Poetry Slam Champion. He clearly knows a thing or two about ambition in both senses. The first sense is slightly more tawdy sense of just trying to get ahead in one's art/endeavor. Can I make a poem and perform it so well that I can knock out dozens of competitors and succeed in being named Slam Champ for YEAR. But in its more important sense, it has more to do with what one expects from his/her poetry. The ambit or scope of that undertaking. You don't have to avoid the small poem. On the contrary you take on the small and commonplace subject for the particular challenge it is. A telescope and a microscope are the same instruments. Emily Dickinson was clearly as ambitious for her poetry as was voluble and visionary and self-promoting Whitman. I don't think one hand sews fascicles of sheaves that one believes are unimportant. Finnegan -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From GrahamD at ripon.edu Sun May 14 12:11:37 2006 From: GrahamD at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 11:11:37 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Martha Silano Message-ID: <5C202F78-1BE7-4345-981A-3341A3D1B1B9@ripon.edu> Allow me to recommend the newest book on my bookshelf, Martha Silano's *Blue Positive*, newly out from Steel Toe Books. Steel Toe started up in 2003, and has just recently appeared on my radar. From what I've seen, it seems to be doing very good things. Silano's work has grabbed my attention in various anthologies and web sites recently--a really quirky, energetic, word-drunk sort of poet. Her subjects are often domestic, but her style is, to steal Alice Fulton's term, maximalist. A healthy sampling of her poems are available on her web site: http://www.marthasilano.com/poems.html ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Her subjects are often domestic, but her style is, to steal Alice Fulton's term, maximalist. A healthy sampling of her poems are available on her web site: http://www.marthasilano.com/poems.html ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From hruggier at localnet.com Sun May 14 14:46:53 2006 From: hruggier at localnet.com (Helen Ruggieri) Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 14:46:53 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Howling References: <2AE185AD-E845-478A-8ED1-A6FC6C948E36@ripon.edu> Message-ID: <005001c67786$cf2e2a30$6500a8c0@Helen> I liked the Pinsky essay and I agree about teaching "Howl" - the excitement it generates among the 18 year olds reminds me about being 18 and reading Howl for the first time - the dazzlement. So ambitious. ----- Original Message ----- From: David Graham To: NewPoetry & Views Sent: Sunday, May 14, 2006 11:40 AM Subject: [New-Poetry] Howling Wondering if anyone's seen the new book of essays on Ginsberg's *Howl* that's getting a lot of attention recently? Pinsky's essay from it is up now at Poetry Daily, and I think is excellent: http://www.poems.com/essapins.htm Pinsky focuses on a number of things, including the poem's linguistic extravagance and its complete lack of postmodern cool. There's also a review by David Barber at PD, whose point I am not quite sure I understand. http://www.poems.com/news.htm Barber seems unduly exercised about the book's admittedly silly subtitle, "The Poem That Changed America." I'd grant him that point, certainly. But beyond that, he appears to be uncovering a circumstance that is the opposite of news, and in fact is something repeatedly stressed by its own author from the beginning: the fact that "Howl" is in many respects a traditional poem, with deep roots in Blake, Whitman, the prophetic books of the Old Testament, etc. Nor do I see any incompatibility between that situation and the fact that the poem did overturn a few applecarts on several fronts. It's the leap from describing the poem's traditonal roots to terming it "dolefully retrograde" and "a period piece" that I don't understand. I taught Ginsberg and *Howl* this term to my undergraduates, many of whom were challenged and excited by it, and easily able to see both its firm cultural roots and its importance to current trends in poetry. Others disliked the poem fairly enthusiastically, rather as I imagine many readers in 1956 did. The poem still provokes, on any number of levels. In other words, not really a period piece in any way that I can see. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. Download your free copy of ChoiceMail from www.choicemailfree.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Duchamps believed that art required fame as a component of a completed success. An unknown poet does not know everything there is to know about how to succeed in poetry - - according to Duchamps. Richard Dillon From halvard at earthlink.net Sun May 14 17:08:49 2006 From: halvard at earthlink.net (Halvard Johnson) Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 17:08:49 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Ambition In-Reply-To: <2400.71.240.120.66.1147640578.squirrel@pop3a.icubed.com> References: <200605141600.k4EG05Yw031551@wiz.cath.vt.edu> <2400.71.240.120.66.1147640578.squirrel@pop3a.icubed.com> Message-ID: Shun ambitions. Visit the tombs of the unknown unknowns. "I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry." --John Cage Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 14, 2006, at 5:02 PM, elemenope at icubed.com wrote: > Ambition is what takes the writer to the place where the writing is > born. > And keeps them there until the work is completed. > > Duchamps believed that art required fame as a component of a completed > success. An unknown poet does not know everything there is to know > about > how to succeed in poetry - - according to Duchamps. > > Richard Dillon > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry From tad at opus40.org Sun May 14 19:30:21 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 19:30:21 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] ambition? References: <403.1ef4672.3198a98b@aol.com> Message-ID: <001001c677ae$5ee29400$6701a8c0@OldMoleExpress> And the particular Mali poem I brought up here is an ambitious poem about ambition, and how it's not always found on Olympian heights. Mali wants to write a poem that will change the world, ends up by deciding he can better change the world one junior high school student at a time. ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Sunday, May 14, 2006 11:40 AM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] ambition? In a message dated 5/13/2006 5:34:18 PM Eastern Standard Time, tad at opus40.org writes: That's an immense poetic accomplishment, describing a very modest ambition. Did Yeats have immense poetic ambition? We gather that he did -- he had a powerful desire to be a great poet. Does this poem come out of immense poetic ambition -- to write a poem that will change the world? Not so clear that it did In another post you brought up Taylor Mali, whoi was several times the individual Nat'l Poetry Slam Champion. He clearly knows a thing or two about ambition in both senses. The first sense is slightly more tawdy sense of just trying to get ahead in one's art/endeavor. Can I make a poem and perform it so well that I can knock out dozens of competitors and succeed in being named Slam Champ for YEAR. But in its more important sense, it has more to do with what one expects from his/her poetry. The ambit or scope of that undertaking. You don't have to avoid the small poem. On the contrary you take on the small and commonplace subject for the particular challenge it is. A telescope and a microscope are the same instruments. Emily Dickinson was clearly as ambitious for her poetry as was voluble and visionary and self-promoting Whitman. I don't think one hand sews fascicles of sheaves that one believes are unimportant. Finnegan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From rsillima at yahoo.com Mon May 15 09:44:00 2006 From: rsillima at yahoo.com (Ron Silliman) Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 06:44:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: [New-Poetry] Silliman's Blog Message-ID: <20060515134400.75085.qmail@web31807.mail.mud.yahoo.com> http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ RECENT POSTS hydrogen jukebox Ginsberg, Cezanne, and a literary device in Howl The School of Quietude ??? a note The best work of American fiction as viewed by the New York Times The closing of Cody???s a memoir of Berkeley bookstores The poetics of Stephanie Young???s Bay Poetics The role of the typewriter on margins and spacing in contemporary poetry Bay Poetics ??? a new anthology with 110 poets The latest champ from Chester County Small presses account for half of all book sales The Paris Review Interviews online - watching a medium grow up Robert Smithson at Dia:Beacon - Thinking and art What the Poetry Foundation really thinks as viewed from its survey of Poetry in America The next Democratic Debacle Bob Casey in Pennsylvania Saving the internet The Da Vinci Code is to great literature as Indiana Jones is to great cinema The future of online publication What people are actually reading and where they submit their poetry http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ From grahamd at ripon.edu Mon May 15 11:28:57 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 10:28:57 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Stanley Kunitz, R.I.P. Message-ID: By KAREN JEFFREY and ERIC WILLIAMS STAFF WRITERS Stanley Kunitz, former U.S. poet laureate and one of the founding members of the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, died yesterday in his New York City home. Stanley Kunitz Former U.S. poet laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner helped establish the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown. He was 100. Born in Worcester when Theodore Roosevelt was president and in the year that nearly saw San Francisco destroyed by the worst earthquake in U.S. history, it was not the span of Kunitz's life that affected those who knew him. It was the breadth and depth of his intellect, his passion for words, and the magnitude of his generosity toward young artists and writers that served as the hallmark for this remarkable talent and life. ''It is a huge loss for us,'' said Hunter O'Hanian, director of the Fine Arts Work Center, where Kunitz still served on the board of directors. ''Stanley was an amazing individual who leaves behind a huge collection of poetry and works, but more importantly is a man who knew how to be a friend,'' O'Hanion said. ''He believed that artists needed fellowship and he devoted a big part of his life to ensuring young artists and writers had opportunities,'' O'Hanion said. The son of immigrants, Kunitz grew up in Worcester and attended Harvard College, where he earned a bachelor's degree in 1926 and a master's degree in 1927. He worked briefly as a feature reporter for the Worcester Telegram before leaving for New York City where in 1928 he edited the Wilson Library Bulletin and collaborated on four biographical dictionaries of British and American authors. His first book of poetry, ''Intellectual Things,'' was published in 1930 to scarce recognition. Another 14 years was to pass before his second book, ''Passport to War,'' saw publication. Kunitz served in the Army during World War II after his request for conscientious objector status was denied. After the war he took the first in a series of academic jobs, this one at Bennington College in Vermont and in 1958 he received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for a published collection of his works. He continued to teach at universities through the 1980s including Columbia, Yale, Princeton, Rutgers and the University of Washington, where he was the poet-in-residence from 1955 to 1956. ''Stanley's genius expressed itself in generosity, in many ways. He was always quick to see what was interesting and original in a writer's work, and to encourage that,'' said Heidi Schmidt, author and teacher at the Fine Arts Center. ''His vision steered the Fine Arts Work Center, from the very beginning, through hard times and good times, even up through last summer, when, on his 100th birthday, he gave as vital and stirring a reading as I've ever heard,'' she said. Kunitz was described as elfin and humorous in many of his interactions. The death of his wife, painter Elise Asher, two years go was a big blow to Kunitz, said those who knew him. He had nursed her through a few years of ill health before her death. He was such a popular and familiar figure in Provincetown that his death was announced last night on the town's Web site. ''He was always very generous with his affection for Provincetown,'' said Keith Bergman, Provincetown town manager. ''He was a joy to be with.'' Bergman presented Kunitz with a town proclamation last summer, declaring July 29, 2005, Poet Laureate Stanley Kunitz Day, and marking the 100th birthday of the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet. Funeral arrangements are incomplete, but Kunitz is expected to be buried in Provincetown. Karen Jeffrey can be reached at kjeffrey at capecodonline.com. Eric Williams can be reached at ewilliams at capecodonline.com. (Published: May 15, 2006) Copyright ? Cape Cod Times. All rights reserved. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Mon May 15 13:41:43 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 13:41:43 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Paris Review Interviews, download pdf files Message-ID: _http://www.theparisreview.com/literature.php_ (http://www.theparisreview.com/literature.php) The availability of these interviews was mentioned on Ron Silliman's blog. Nice resource. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Mon May 15 15:22:27 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 21:22:27 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Stanley Kunitz, R.I.P. References: Message-ID: <00f401c67854$e73f2920$25d93052@ANNY> "The poem comes in the form of a blessing --- 'like rapture breaking on the mind,' as I tried to phrase it in my youth. Through the years I have found this gift of poetry to be life-sustaining, life-enhancing, and absolutely unpredictable. Does one live, therefore, for the sake of poetry? No, the reverse is true: poetry is for the sake of the life." --- Stanley Kunitz ----- Original Message ----- From: David Graham To: NewPoetry & Views Sent: Monday, May 15, 2006 5:28 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Stanley Kunitz, R.I.P. By KAREN JEFFREY and ERIC WILLIAMS STAFF WRITERS Stanley Kunitz, former U.S. poet laureate and one of the founding members of the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, died yesterday in his New York City home. Stanley Kunitz Former U.S. poet laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner helped establish the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown. He was 100. Born in Worcester when Theodore Roosevelt was president and in the year that nearly saw San Francisco destroyed by the worst earthquake in U.S. history, it was not the span of Kunitz's life that affected those who knew him. It was the breadth and depth of his intellect, his passion for words, and the magnitude of his generosity toward young artists and writers that served as the hallmark for this remarkable talent and life. ''It is a huge loss for us,'' said Hunter O'Hanian, director of the Fine Arts Work Center, where Kunitz still served on the board of directors. ''Stanley was an amazing individual who leaves behind a huge collection of poetry and works, but more importantly is a man who knew how to be a friend,'' O'Hanion said. ''He believed that artists needed fellowship and he devoted a big part of his life to ensuring young artists and writers had opportunities,'' O'Hanion said. The son of immigrants, Kunitz grew up in Worcester and attended Harvard College, where he earned a bachelor's degree in 1926 and a master's degree in 1927. He worked briefly as a feature reporter for the Worcester Telegram before leaving for New York City where in 1928 he edited the Wilson Library Bulletin and collaborated on four biographical dictionaries of British and American authors. His first book of poetry, ''Intellectual Things,'' was published in 1930 to scarce recognition. Another 14 years was to pass before his second book, ''Passport to War,'' saw publication. Kunitz served in the Army during World War II after his request for conscientious objector status was denied. After the war he took the first in a series of academic jobs, this one at Bennington College in Vermont and in 1958 he received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for a published collection of his works. He continued to teach at universities through the 1980s including Columbia, Yale, Princeton, Rutgers and the University of Washington, where he was the poet-in-residence from 1955 to 1956. ''Stanley's genius expressed itself in generosity, in many ways. He was always quick to see what was interesting and original in a writer's work, and to encourage that,'' said Heidi Schmidt, author and teacher at the Fine Arts Center. ''His vision steered the Fine Arts Work Center, from the very beginning, through hard times and good times, even up through last summer, when, on his 100th birthday, he gave as vital and stirring a reading as I've ever heard,'' she said. Kunitz was described as elfin and humorous in many of his interactions. The death of his wife, painter Elise Asher, two years go was a big blow to Kunitz, said those who knew him. He had nursed her through a few years of ill health before her death. He was such a popular and familiar figure in Provincetown that his death was announced last night on the town's Web site. ''He was always very generous with his affection for Provincetown,'' said Keith Bergman, Provincetown town manager. ''He was a joy to be with.'' Bergman presented Kunitz with a town proclamation last summer, declaring July 29, 2005, Poet Laureate Stanley Kunitz Day, and marking the 100th birthday of the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet. Funeral arrangements are incomplete, but Kunitz is expected to be buried in Provincetown. Karen Jeffrey can be reached at kjeffrey at capecodonline.com. Eric Williams can be reached at ewilliams at capecodonline.com. (Published: May 15, 2006) Copyright ? Cape Cod Times. All rights reserved. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Mon May 15 18:48:04 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 18:48:04 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Stanley Kunitz, R.I.P. Message-ID: <224.3e22e8d.319a5f24@aol.com> My brief acquaintance with him came several years ago when I drove him up from New York City to a reading he was doing in Farmington CT. In the couple of hours we spent in the car, with a stop for lunch in Danbury CT at Peruvian restaurant, I felt like I was with dear grandfatherly man who still had a lot of spunk in him. I felt he was a man who cared about poets more than about poems. 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It doesn't have much to do with poetry but it might amuse the curious among you to read about it at http://bobgrumman.com/Shakespeare-and-the-Rigidniks/Index.html --Bob G. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From edmundhardy at hotmail.com Tue May 16 06:35:44 2006 From: edmundhardy at hotmail.com (Edmund Hardy) Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 10:35:44 +0000 Subject: [New-Poetry] Douglas Oliver Blog Symposium In-Reply-To: <200605151600.k4FG04Yw012613@wiz.cath.vt.edu> Message-ID: The proposal: A week-long series of posts on the work of Douglas Oliver by divers contributors. Hopefully: A small online gathering of perspectives and writings. To be hosted at: http://intercapillaryspace.blogspot.com/ The date: Monday 24th July ? Sunday 30th July Contact: Edmund Hardy at this email if you're interested in writing a post or want further information. Douglas Oliver Information: John Hall's review of Whisper 'Louise' at Jacket: http://jacketmagazine.com/29/hall-oliver.html Books in print: Whisper 'Louise' (Reality Street) Arrondissements (Salt) A Salvo for Africa (Bloodaxe) Penniless Politics (Bloodaxe) Selected Poems (Talisman House) From grahamd at ripon.edu Tue May 16 10:29:53 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 09:29:53 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Kunitz interview & reading Message-ID: up at Cortland Review: http://www.cortlandreview.com/features/01/12/index.html >From 2001. ==================================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ==================================================== From grahamd at ripon.edu Tue May 16 10:38:55 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 09:38:55 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Kunitz Speaking of Poetry Message-ID: A very fine poetry blog by someone named Loren Webster has the full text of Kunitz's introduction to *Passing Through*, his selected later poems. Plus a lot of other interesting stuff, on Kunitz et al. http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/category/poets/stanley-kunitz/ The quotation that seems to be showing up most in obits & reminiscences about Kunitz is from the end of his introduction: "Poets are always ready to talk about the difficulties of their art. I want to say something about its rewards and joys. The poem comes in the form of a blessing-"like rapture breaking on the mind," as I tried to phrase it in my youth. Through the years I have found this gift of poetry to be life-sustaining, life-enhancing, and absolutely unpredictable. Does one live, therefore, for the sake of poetry? No, the reverse is true: poetry is for the sake of the life." --Stanley Kunitz, 1995 ==================================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ==================================================== From queenmouse at gmail.com Tue May 16 10:47:31 2006 From: queenmouse at gmail.com (Suzanne Burns) Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 10:47:31 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Stanley Kunitz-- Memorial Service? Message-ID: I have heard rumors that a memorial service is planned in P'town this weekend, but no confirmation yet. Anyone hear anything? I met Kunitz some years ago when a close friend of mine was doing secretarial work for him. He really was a sweet and generous soul. Folks in P'town, and especially at the Fine Arts Work Center, hold him very dear. He will be sorely missed. --Suzanne On 5/15/06, JforJames at aol.com wrote: > > My brief acquaintance with him came several years ago > when I drove him up from New York City to a reading he > was doing in Farmington CT. In the couple of hours we > spent in the car, with a stop for lunch in Danbury CT at > Peruvian restaurant, I felt like I was with dear grandfatherly > man who still had a lot of spunk in him. I felt he was a man > who cared about poets more than about poems. > Finnegan > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > -- "Start with your identity, which is a combination of your assets and what your friends mean when they discuss 'the trouble with you,' polish that, and you have style." --Quentin Crisp -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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As I pondered these provocative definitions, I jotted down some tensions I experience in the process of writing a poem, tensions which discharge a load of experience in a most beneficent and exciting way when the piece of weaving on the loom turns out to be a real poem: 1) The tension between past and present, 2) between idea and image, 3) between music and meaning, 4) between particular and universal, 5) between creator and critic, 6) between silence and words. --May Sarton, ?The School of Babylon,? The Moment of Poetry, Johns Hopkins Press, 1962 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Her funeral was held in Oakland on February 24. =3D=3D=3D Charles Bernstein: Composing Herself: Barbara Guest __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Feature: Gilbert Sorrentino, Edited by Ken Bolton =3D=3D=3D Ken Bolton: Gilbert Sorrentino: an Introduction =3D=3D=3D John O'Brien: Gilbert Sorrentino: Some Various Looks =3D=3D=3D Eric Mottram: The Black Polar Night: The Poetry Of Gilbert Sorr= entino =3D=3D=3D Donald Phelps: Extra Space =3D=3D=3D Gilbert Sorrentino in conversation with Barry Alpert, 1974 =3D=3D=3D Daniel Green: A Strange Commonplace, by Gilbert Sorrentino __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Interviews =3D=3D=3D Bill Berkson in Conversation with Robert Gl=FCck, August 2005 =3D=3D=3D Setting the World on Fire: Charles Bernstein in conversation wi= th=20 Leonard Schwartz, 2004 =3D=3D=3D On the Nature of the Lyric: Tom Clark in conversation with Ryan= Newton =3D=3D=3D My Motto Is: 'Translation Fights Cultural Narcissism' -- Chris = Daniels=20 in conversation with Kent Johnson, on Fernando Pessoa, Brazilian Poetry, = and=20 the Task of the Translator, 2005 __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Feature: James Schuyler, Edited by Pam Brown =3D=3D=3D James Schuyler: Letters from Italy, Winter 1954-55, to Frank O'= Hara (a=20 selection, ed. William Corbett) =3D=3D=3D Simply, Freely, Clearly: David Kennedy reviews "Just the Thing:= Selected=20 Letters of James Schuyler 1951-1991", edited by William Corbett. 470pp.=20 Turtle Point Press, and "James Schuyler: Selected Art Writings", edited b= y=20 Simon Pettet. 310pp. Black Sparrow Press. =3D=3D=3D On editing James Schuyler: Simon Pettet and William Corbett and= Nathan=20 Kernan in conversation with Pam Brown __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Mallarm=E9 revisited =3D=3D=3D Chris Edwards: A Fluke 'A Fluke' is a mistranslation into English of St=E9phane Mallarm=E9's 189= 7 poem=20 'Un coup de d=E9s...' with parallel French text. =3D=3D=3D Rachel Blau DuPlessis: Draft 73: Vertigo a response to Mallarm= =E9's work. =3D=3D=3D David Brooks: Le Panier Fleuri: The Text and Texture of Les=20 D=E9liquescences of Ador=E9 Floupette =3D=3D=3D Christine North: Translations of two poems by Mallarm=E9: 'With= held from=20 nude...' and 'When darkness threatened...' =3D=3D=3D John Tranter: Desmond's Coup=E9 A partly homophonic mistranslation into English of 'Un coup de d=E9s', us= ing a=20 nice, sensible even left margin. =3D=3D=3D John Tranter: a review of Musicopoematographoscope, by Australi= an poet=20 Christopher Brennan, a manuscript parody of 'Un coup de d=E9s' written wi= thin=20 a few months of Mallarm=E9's poem being published in the May 1897 issue o= f the=20 Paris journal Cosmopolis. __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Poland: Poems from Altered State The New Polish Poetry. Edited= by=20 >>>>>>>>>>Rod Mengham, Tadeusz Pi=F3ro and Piotr Szymor. Todmorden, UK: A= rc=20 >>>>>>>>>>Publications, 2003. This selection was chosen by Rod Mengham an= d=20 >>>>>>>>>>John Tranter. =3D=3D=3D Marcin Baran: Hot embitterments =3D=3D=3D Julia Fiedorczuk: November on the Narew =3D=3D=3D Darek Foks: Farewell, Haiku =3D=3D=3D Mariusz Grzebalski: Slaughterhouse / Then =3D=3D=3D Krzysztof Jaworski: I used to be a slender guy =3D=3D=3D Bartlomiej Majzel: Scrumping =3D=3D=3D Maciej Melecki: Summer, getting away from yourself =3D=3D=3D Andrzej Niewiadomski: Retineo =3D=3D=3D Edward Pasewicz: Bird bones =3D=3D=3D Tadeusz Pi=F3ro: Bug hour =3D=3D=3D Marta Podg=F3rnik: Final destination =3D=3D=3D Krzysztof Siwczyk: Metaphors and comparisons =3D=3D=3D Krzysztof Sliwka: Sestina =3D=3D=3D Dariusz Sosnicki: Washroom / Leaves / How to walk downstairs =3D=3D=3D Andrzej Sosnowski: A song for Europe / For children =3D=3D=3D Marcin Swietlicki: Battlefield / So long ago, so distinctly / M= cDonald's =3D=3D=3D Eugeniusz Tkaczyszyn-Dycki: XII Moon rises over the Vistula / D= ernier=20 cri / LII ('We drink...') / LXXX Heat / XC ('We'd just wept... ') =3D=3D=3D Adam Wiedemann: Aesthetics of the word =3D=3D=3D Grzegorz Wr=F3blewski: Tangerines / Argument from Enghave Stati= on / I put=20 off the knife from my hand till tomorrow >>>>>>>>>>Polish Poetry Supplement, 2006: =3D=3D=3D Maciej Melecki: Cases and Variants / Three Colours =3D=3D=3D Tadeusz Pi=F3ro: Some Methods of Crowd Control =3D=3D=3D Andrzej Sosnowski: Closer / On the Hoof / Founding a Colony =3D=3D=3D Agnieszka Wolny-Hamkalo: Event =3D=3D=3D Grzegorz Wr=F3blewski: Eight Poems =3D=3D=3D Adam Zdrodowski: Sestine Mon Amour / Like a Tourist in a Milk B= ar / Poem=20 Written During Office Hours / Telling Fortunes __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>On Flarf =3D=3D=3D Dan Hoy: on Flarf: The Virtual Dependency of the Post-Avant and= the=20 Problematics of Flarf: What Happens when Poets Spend Too Much Time [messi= ng]=20 Around on the Internet =3D=3D=3D The Flarflist Collective: Actual Interview with a Six-Year-Old = on the=20 Topic of Flarf __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Margaret Avison =3D=3D=3D Eight poems: The World Still Needs / End of a Day or I as a Blu= rry Needy / Christmas Approaches, Highway 401 The Hid, Here / A Small Music on a Spring Morning Cycle of Community / The Fixed in a Flux =3D=3D=3D Mary di Michele: Stuffing the World in at Your Eyes: Margaret A= vison and=20 the Poetics of Seeing and Believing; a review of Always Now, The Collecte= d=20 Poems, Three Volumes, by Margaret Avison __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Articles =3D=3D=3D David Brooks: "Petit Testament": A Reading [on the Ern Malley h= oax] =3D=3D=3D Stephen Kirbach: Resisting the power museum with and beyond All= en=20 Ginsberg's 'Wichita Vortex Sutra' =3D=3D=3D Thomas Lisk: William Bronk's Path Among the Forms =3D=3D=3D Michael Palmer: Ground Work: on Robert Duncan =3D=3D=3D John Welch: Getting it Printed: London in the 1970s =3D=3D=3D Barry Wood and Bill Luckin: Catch the Music as it Fades: The Po= etry of=20 Jack Beeching __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Comic Strip =3D=3D=3D John Tranter: Dan Dactyl and the Mad Jungle Doctor: A 95-frame = black and=20 white comic strip that traces the adventures of adventurer Dan Dactyl and= =20 his pals as they search the South American jungles for the mysterious Fre= nch=20 poet Doctor Verlaine. __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Reviews =3D=3D=3D Erik Anderson: Join the Planets, by Reed Bye =3D=3D=3D Jasper Bernes: The Hounds of No by Lara Glenum and A Defense of= Poetry=20 by Gabriel Gudding =3D=3D=3D Michael Cross: Rumored Place by Rob Halpern =3D=3D=3D Elaine Equi Light and Shade: New and Selected Poems, by Tom Cla= rk =3D=3D=3D Luciano Erba: Twelve poems from Remi in barca [Shipping the Oar= s]=20 translated by Peter Robinson =3D=3D=3D Michael Farrell reviews "Hyper Taiwan: Art Design Culture", by = Kurt=20 Brereton =3D=3D=3D Thomas Fink: 60 lv bo(e)mbs, by Paolo Javier =3D=3D=3D John Hall: Whisper 'Louise', A double historical memoir and med= itation,=20 by Douglas Oliver =3D=3D=3D David Koehn reviews: Profane Halo by Gillian Conoley =3D=3D=3D Michael Leddy: More Winnowed Fragments by Simon Pettet =3D=3D=3D David McCooey: Compared to What: Selected Poems 1971-2003 and T= he Ash=20 Range by Laurie Duggan =3D=3D=3D Jill Magi reviews Fantasies in Permeable Structures by Laura El= rick =3D=3D=3D Nicole Mauro: The Kindly Ones, by Susan Hampton =3D=3D=3D Marianne Morris: Embrace, by Andrea Brady =3D=3D=3D Chris Murray: Small Works by Pam Rehm =3D=3D=3D John Olson: What He Ought To Know, New and Selected Poems by Ed= ward=20 Foster =3D=3D=3D Gerald Schwartz: Drunken Sailor by John Montague =3D=3D=3D Erik Sweet: American Music by Chris Martin =3D=3D=3D Erik Sweet: Father of Noise by Anthony McCann =3D=3D=3D Eileen Tabios: The Passion of Phineas Gage & Selected Poems by = Jesse=20 Glass =3D=3D=3D Nathaniel Tarn: Red Sky Caf=E9 by Geoffrey O'Brien =3D=3D=3D Ed Taylor: The Beautifully Worthless, by Ali Liebegott __________________________________________ >>>>>>>>>>Poems =3D=3D=3D Andr=E9s Ajens: Translucinating Forrest Johnson [to American-Sp= anish] =3D=3D=3D Dustin Collis: Two poems: Title Poem / Light Plucked =3D=3D=3D Alfred Corn: Rip at the Half Moon =3D=3D=3D Wystan Curnow: Three poems from Modern Colours =3D=3D=3D Denise Duhamel and Stephen Paul Miller: from 'Hurricanes': 2. 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Jeff Newberry *Poem:* "Hard River," by James Finnegan. Reprinted with permission of the poet. (buy now) *Hard River* I pulled back the jaundiced curtains of the room rented for four weeks in Wichita. I didn't care that the only thing I could see from the window was the highway, because I would watch the highway the way I used to watch the river with a six of beer and nowhere to go after work, just watch the cars and trucks flow on and on, heading home or to work or nowhere in particular, knowing out there somewhere someone was listening to the radio, the same station I was listening to with this man talking, just talking into space, wavelengths over furrows in the wide stretches of farmland, knowing no one cares about what he's saying, still he talks and syllables and seconds and dust settle like silt in the open air, a child asleep across the backseat of a car, tires throbbing over slabs of pavement, no spare in the trunk and two hundred miles from here to wherever is there on the hard river that carries them along and if they're lucky takes them home. 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Jeff Newberry On 5/17/06, JforJames at aol.com wrote: > > In a message dated 5/17/2006 9:54:48 AM Eastern Daylight Time, > jeff.newberry at gmail.com writes: > > Haven't Keillor used your work before, Jim? > > yes, Jeff, same (very) old poem...I'm of course pleased > for a little attention, but it makes me realize how much > I've neglected getting work out into the world in the last 10 years. > Busyness or sloth, fear of rejection or arrogance...I've got a litany > of competing excuses. > Finnegan > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > -- "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." --Miguel de Unamuno Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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As you know my invitation for the Corner is always open for you. ----- Original Message ----- From: JforJames at aol.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Wednesday, May 17, 2006 4:32 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Poems by Others In a message dated 5/17/2006 9:54:48 AM Eastern Daylight Time, jeff.newberry at gmail.com writes: Haven't Keillor used your work before, Jim? yes, Jeff, same (very) old poem...I'm of course pleased for a little attention, but it makes me realize how much I've neglected getting work out into the world in the last 10 years. Busyness or sloth, fear of rejection or arrogance...I've got a litany of competing excuses. Finnegan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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His poems have been translated into seven languages, and his journals and papers are archived in the Berg Collection at the New York Public Library. He is an Associate Professor of English at William Paterson University and a member of the Core Faculty in Bennington College's Graduate Writing Seminars. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Dunham Washington and Los Angeles Street Los Angeles Dear Mr. Dunham; I have a Ford Black Dx 34 Sedan bought from you and have to ask you about some things. At first; It happened today that the cooling system was without water, so that we saw the steam coming out and when we went to the next garage and he opened, boiling water was in. It is astonishing for, the day before the car came to you, we had filled gasoline and the garagist looked at the cooling system. Then, as before said the, car was in your service department, and surely, you should have seen it, if no water should have been in. Yesterday and the day before yesterday the car was not used and stood in our garage which is locked by a reliable lock. And nevertheless: nearly no water was in the cooler. The garagist told as the car is in order and he could not understand how this is possible. As our garage is locked, it is an enigma and the only solution thinkable is, that somebody took out the water, when the car was not in our garage. I ask you to examine kindly this case, which is not without danger. Secondly; As before said, we bought gasoline the 26th of october for the fuel gauge showed only a few above zero. After filling eleven gallons it was full. But when the car came back from the lubrication it showed only one half. And today, though we had driven only about 50 miles, it showed a quarter. III. You gave me keys for all the doors, but they dont shut, for there is no lock!! I hope you know, that my check went already to the Credit Company. Looking forward with much interest to your kind answer, I am yours very truly [Arnold Schoenberg] From the archives of the Schoenberg Center. found at Alex Ross's blog: http://www.therestisnoise.com/ Serving the tristate area. 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To celebrate the issue, which includes a feature on poet Lisa Robertson, we are offering a free copy of Robertson?s THE MEN: A LYRIC BOOK (just published by BookThug in Toronto) to everyone who purchases a two, three, or five-year subscription. (Just note the offer in the comments field if you order online or on an actual note if you pay by check.) Ordering info my be found here: http://humanities.uchicago.edu/orgs/ review/subscribe.shtml And info on THE MEN & BookThug may be found here: http://www.bookthug.ca Besides the feature on Lisa Robertson, the issue includes very provocative essays by Stephen Rodefer, Cal Bedient, Eliot Weinberger, and Tim Yu. It also features some amazing poetry by John Matthias, Rosmarie Waldrop, Rusty Morrison, Genya Turovskaya, Peter Gizzi, and many others. Thank you! Joshua Kotin | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Chicago Review 5801 South Kenwood Avenue Chicago Illinois 60637 http://humanities.uchicago.edu/orgs/review/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | RATES $22 - ONE YEAR $38 - TWO YEARS (may be split between you and a friend) $50 - THREE YEARS $72 - FIVE YEARS Overseas subscriptions add $30/year for postage (Canadian and Mexican orders, please add $10/year) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Thu May 18 16:32:43 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 15:32:43 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Poems by JforJames In-Reply-To: <002e01c679c7$19482890$5f2ab750@ANNY> References: <37e.3040372.319c8e02@aol.com> <002e01c679c7$19482890$5f2ab750@ANNY> Message-ID: Jim Finnegan fans, surf on over to the Ploughshares site, which has 3 poems available: http://www.pshares.org/authors/authordetails.cfm?prmauthorid=484 Others online, Jim? On May 17, 2006, at 10:32 AM, Anny Ballardini wrote: > It is a true pity James, several times I have browsed around to > find your work. > As you know my invitation for the Corner is always open for you. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 18 16:55:15 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 22:55:15 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Poems by JforJames References: <37e.3040372.319c8e02@aol.com><002e01c679c7$19482890$5f2ab750@ANNY> Message-ID: <011701c67abd$5d294070$c9ae3452@ANNY> I was there. On About.com http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/bljfinnegan.htm?nl=1 on my Poets' Corner: http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1114 and in Italian by me: http://www.fieralingue.it/modules/poetsonpoets/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=85 there was another link I put on my blog, of a very good poem by James Finnegan, I can vaguely remember, it was about the merging of a town with the passing of centuries, ----- Original Message ----- From: David Graham To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Thursday, May 18, 2006 10:32 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Poems by JforJames Jim Finnegan fans, surf on over to the Ploughshares site, which has 3 poems available: http://www.pshares.org/authors/authordetails.cfm?prmauthorid=484 Others online, Jim? On May 17, 2006, at 10:32 AM, Anny Ballardini wrote: It is a true pity James, several times I have browsed around to find your work. As you know my invitation for the Corner is always open for you. ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Thu May 18 19:45:13 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 19:45:13 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] DIRE ELEGIES: Message-ID: <3e6.2d9e3df.319e6109@aol.com> Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 13:32:08 -0400 From: Gerald Schwartz Subject: The DIRE ELEGIES There will be a reading of=20 THE DIRE ELEGIES: 59 Poets on Endangered Species of North America Edited by=20 Karla Linn Merrifield w/ Roger M. Weir Foreword by Bill McKibben on Monday, May 22 at 7:30 pm=20 at Writers & Books=20 (701 University Avenue), Rochester, NY A diversity of poetic aesthetics, style=20 and tone. Amid the grim, if poetic, details=20 of wanton greed and waste are shimmering=20 moments of rapture for the wonders of=20 these fragile species yet remaining on=20 our home continent.=20 Gerald Schwartz -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Aside from these bare facts, there is not much more to say about his death. He was the most important novelist of his generation, inventing and reinventing styles and forms with each new book. A comic genius who was also able to write what is perhaps the bleakest novel in American fiction, The Sky Changes (1966)?a novel about divorce in America, and his first?Sorrentino set himself challenges with each new book, generally indifferent to how critics would react. The range of his work and his absolute dedication to inventing and exploring character are unequalled by any of his contemporaries. Although oftentimes facilely grouped with such writers as Donald Barthelme, Thomas Pynchon, Robert Coover, John Barth, and John Hawkes, Sorrentino was, unlike these writers, never embraced by academics and was usually overlooked by the critics. His singular aesthetic and his lifelong tendency to criticize the very authors who could have helped his career placed him outside both the mainstream and the fashionably avant-garde. The author of numerous novels, as well as books of poetry, short stories, and criticism, Sorrentino may be best known for the rollicking, Flann O?Brien-inspired Mulligan Stew (1979), in which characters migrate out of their stories and into the lives of their authors (who are themselves fictions), bringing a cacophony of comic styles and voices to bear on the form of the novel; as well as the PEN/Faulkner nominated Aberration of Starlight (1980), in which a variety of narrative approaches (question and answer, monologue, inventory) are used to tell the story of four people on a harrowing summer vacation during the Depression. Sorrentino?s second novel, Steelwork (1970), introduced a number of motifs that would be revisited in his work to come: a particular concern with the working class inhabitants of a South Brooklyn neighborhood during the ?30s and the quarter-century that followed, as well as a precise, vignette-like structure, presenting characters and situations in short, individually titled chapters. These ?snapshots? are each unified by Sorrentino?s characteristically hilarious and pitiless style, which nonetheless originates from a perspective of total empathy with his characters: the author displays a command and understanding of his material that is almost never found in more traditional works of fiction, and it is here that his love for lists and outrageous slang first comes to the fore. Steelwork is nothing less than a blueprint for a new and better kind of realism, written for adults. As Joel Oppenheimer said on its initial publication, ?At least one live man knows Brooklyn?and our universe.? His concern with the structures of fiction itself was first evidenced in Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things (1971), which moves into Manhattan and brings the author?s eye for hypocrisy and waste to the art scene of the ?50s and ?60s, telling the story of a number of more- or-less sleazy writers and artists working very hard to avoid creating anything of note. As is appropriate to the material, the book takes the form of an exorcism for the worst tendencies of novel- writing: Sorrentino?s frustration (and occasionally rage) regarding the laziness of most fiction?the received ideas that pass for characterization and plot, and the concomitant thinness they bring to the lives of readers?here is channeled into some of the simplest and funniest criticisms of contemporary fiction ever put to paper, and this in a sarcastic and finally harrowing comedy of bohemian life. The narrator often hesitates about how best to proceed with his story, and even imports characters from other novels (Lolita, in this case) to help out with the action, and illustrate just how interchangeable such constructions usually are. It is a novel about ?the way life and art feed off one another?and starve one another too? (Robert Scholes), and one of Sorrentino?s greatest achievements. At home in virtually every mode, from fantasy (Under the Shadow [1991]) to Oulipian experimentation (the Pack of Lies trilogy, Gold Fools [2000]), Sorrentino later replayed the tragedy of The Sky Changes as farce in the absurdist Blue Pastoral (1983), and the pathos of Aberration of Starlight as outright nightmare in Red the Fiend (1995). Over his long career, and in his more recent works, such as Little Casino (2002), Lunar Follies (2005), and A Strange Commonplace (2006), he was a tireless re-inventor of literature, and a champion of all the pleasures?and even pitfalls?that are unique to fiction. The loss of his voice is staggering and irreparable. (back to news) The Center for Book Culture is a nonprofit organization serving readers and writers through the cultivation and development of a literary community. For more information, e-mail: contact at centerforbookculture.org About Us | Library Alliance Program | Funding a Series | Special Sale | NEWS Dalkey Archive Press | R C F | CONTEXT | Author Interviews Employment Opportunities | Text Adoptions | Casebook Studies | Educational Programs | Order Info Home | Contact Us | Mailing List | Search | Links -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Simplicities in Olson???s Projective Verse Mei-mei???s house, a 102-year-old poet and other miscellany More on lists including Playboy???s 25 sexiest novels (a note from Pam Rosenthal) Fetch Rae Armantrout???s new chapbook The uneven history of New Directions and its commitment to Pound-Williams tradition How to stock poetry in a bookstore (a note from Andrew Schelling) Cognitive blends in Howl hydrogen jukebox Ginsberg, Cezanne, and a literary device in Howl The School of Quietude ??? a note The best work of American fiction as viewed by the New York Times The closing of Cody???s a memoir of Berkeley bookstores The poetics of Stephanie Young???s Bay Poetics The role of the typewriter on margins and spacing in contemporary poetry Bay Poetics ??? a new anthology with 110 poets The latest champ from Chester County Small presses account for half of all book sales The Paris Review Interviews online - watching a medium grow up http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ From editor at eratiopostmodernpoetry.com Mon May 22 09:33:02 2006 From: editor at eratiopostmodernpoetry.com (editor at eratiopostmodernpoetry.com) Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 9:33:02 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] eratio postmodern poetry issue seven, spring 2006 Message-ID: <200605221333.k4MDX2n2011630@mail27.atl.registeredsite.com> ` ` eratio postmodern poetry issue seven, spring 2006 ` http://www.eratiopostmodernpoetry.com ` ` Nubia Hassan, Jenna Cardinale, Julie Doxsee, Jane Ormerod, Karyna McGlynn, Matina L. Stamatakis, Michelle La Vigne ` Sung-san Hong, Kenji Siratori, Jack Alun, Devin Wayne Davis, Jeffrey Side, Paul Kavanagh, Kane X. Faucher, Paul Hellier, Scott Wilkerson, Hank Lazer, Eileen Tabios ` Jake Berry, Paul Hardacre, Jack Foley, Jon Cone, Alan May, Jay Twomey, Justin Vicari, Donald Illich ` Nancy Graham, Jessica L. White, Marthe Reed, Anny Ballardini ` Michelle Greenblatt, Sheila E. Murphy, John M. Bennett, Scott Glassman, Adam Fieled, Brian Zimmer, Thomas Lowe Taylor, Pete Lee, Thomas Fink, Thomas Hibbard ` William James Austin, Bill Lavender, Karl Kempton, PR Primeau, Jo Cook, Richard Kostelanetz, Jeff Crouch, Nick Piombino, M?rton Kopp?ny, Kaz Maslanka and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen ` edited by Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino ` eratio appears for spring and fall and is always reading ` eratio postmodern poetry issue seven, spring 2006 ` http://www.eratiopostmodernpoetry.com ` "The noise of them that sing I do hear." ` From JforJames at aol.com Mon May 22 11:06:43 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 11:06:43 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Today's Exhortation Message-ID: <43f.162f616.31a32d83@aol.com> Bertolt Brecht: Art is not a mirror held up to reality, but a hammer with which to shape it. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Maybe Mike Snider or Chris Stroffolino can answer (both of whom I think are musicians). I want to use my home pc to record some original guitar compositions. I've no idea how to do this. I don't know what cables to buy, what program to get, etc. etc. etc. If someone in the know can backchannel me, I'd be much obliged. Thanks, Jeff Newberry -- "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." --Miguel de Unamuno Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From jayd at csi.com Mon May 22 21:18:10 2006 From: jayd at csi.com (Jay Dougherty) Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 21:18:10 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Poetry Circle call for submissions and editors Message-ID: <4u25op$676al6@smtp01.lnh.mail.rcn.net> Poetry Circle continues in its quest to become a premier site for serious contemporary and experimental poetry online. There are few sites like it today, so we encourage you to join and participate. Poetry Circle is seeking both submissions and editorial help. Although anyone may submit to the site, roving editors select pieces from works submitted for inclusion on the Editors' Picks board and for the Selected Work of the week. To read about the editorial concept, see http://www.poetrycircle.com/index.php/topic,14.0.html Cheers. From cstroffo at earthlink.net Tue May 23 02:20:47 2006 From: cstroffo at earthlink.net (Chris Stroffolino) Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 23:20:47 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] Musicians on the List In-Reply-To: <731bb17a0605221134w37e13991xd78cbd5582ffbd40@mail.gmail.com> References: <731bb17a0605221134w37e13991xd78cbd5582ffbd40@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <87AE439F-2EA1-424D-BFCE-EF104403185A@earthlink.net> yes i'm a musician but don't know the computer stuff---i'm sure many others will though... Chris On May 22, 2006, at 11:34 AM, Jeff Newberry wrote: > A query from WAY left field here. > > I don't know who else to ask, so I'll ask you all. Maybe Mike > Snider or Chris Stroffolino can answer (both of whom I think are > musicians). > > I want to use my home pc to record some original guitar > compositions. I've no idea how to do this. I don't know what > cables to buy, what program to get, etc. etc. etc. > > If someone in the know can backchannel me, I'd be much obliged. > > Thanks, > > Jeff Newberry > > -- > "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." > --Miguel de Unamuno > > Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. Norton, 2005 idwendt at comcast.net http://www.ingridwendt.com http://www.ncte.org/profdev/onsite/consultants/wendt -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Ingrid (idwendt at comcast.net) When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you have to think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgement of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Tue May 23 16:54:33 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 22:54:33 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] from the WOM-PO list References: <008601c67ea8$7c718de0$fbab3252@ANNY> <011201c67eaa$47a23270$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> Message-ID: <00b501c67eab$18871090$fbab3252@ANNY> Thank you David, that is also what I thought, a pity not share it with others. What a sensitive voice behind it, touching indeed, From: David Bircumshaw Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 10:48 PM The message is beautiful enough in itself Anny: 'When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, ' that's so touching. thanks Best Dave ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: New Poetry Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 9:35 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] from the WOM-PO list sent by Ingrid Wendt sent by Olga Broumas: I find it very moving, and think you will, too. A few minutes ago I tried sending the audio file with this message to everyone, but it's too big and won't be accepted by the wompo server. If anyone is interested in hearing it, please backchannel. Ingrid (idwendt at comcast.net) When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you have to think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgement of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. 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URL: From david.bircumshaw at ntlworld.com Wed May 24 06:06:30 2006 From: david.bircumshaw at ntlworld.com (David Bircumshaw) Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 11:06:30 +0100 Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Ambition References: <200605141600.k4EG05Yw031551@wiz.cath.vt.edu> <2400.71.240.120.66.1147640578.squirrel@pop3a.icubed.com> Message-ID: <019501c67f19$bbaec1a0$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> this is interesting, Richard, although I'd take a stance against Duchamps, not wanting fame, not wanting to succeed in the 'system', can equally be a component in a writer's psychology. I'd hazard that it depends upon the individual's time and place, on their circumstances: we can see this if we look back - to be known certainly mattered to say Milton or Pope or Byron but definitely did NOT to Hopkins or Emily Dickinson. Each to their own, hey? best Dave ----- Original Message ----- From: To: Sent: Sunday, May 14, 2006 10:02 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Ambition > Ambition is what takes the writer to the place where the writing is born. > And keeps them there until the work is completed. > > Duchamps believed that art required fame as a component of a completed > success. An unknown poet does not know everything there is to know about > how to succeed in poetry - - according to Duchamps. > > Richard Dillon > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry From david.bircumshaw at ntlworld.com Wed May 24 11:00:42 2006 From: david.bircumshaw at ntlworld.com (David Bircumshaw) Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 16:00:42 +0100 Subject: [New-Poetry] from the WOM-PO list References: <008601c67ea8$7c718de0$fbab3252@ANNY><011201c67eaa$47a23270$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> <00b501c67eab$18871090$fbab3252@ANNY> Message-ID: <01ec01c67f42$d5880c70$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> One of the things I always remember about Stanley Kunitz was the Penguin edition of the Poet's Voice, which I bought when I was about 17 for seven and sixpence. it was my introduction to world poetry: to Vallejo, Mallarme, Neruda, Blok, Rilke etc etc. I don't think I can honour his memory more than saying my lifelong gratitude for that. Best dave ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 9:54 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] from the WOM-PO list Thank you David, that is also what I thought, a pity not share it with others. What a sensitive voice behind it, touching indeed, From: David Bircumshaw Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 10:48 PM The message is beautiful enough in itself Anny: 'When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, ' that's so touching. thanks Best Dave ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: New Poetry Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 9:35 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] from the WOM-PO list sent by Ingrid Wendt sent by Olga Broumas: I find it very moving, and think you will, too. A few minutes ago I tried sending the audio file with this message to everyone, but it's too big and won't be accepted by the wompo server. If anyone is interested in hearing it, please backchannel. Ingrid (idwendt at comcast.net) When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you have to think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgement of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. 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URL: From grahamd at ripon.edu Wed May 24 11:08:54 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 10:08:54 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Kunitz In-Reply-To: <01ec01c67f42$d5880c70$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> References: <008601c67ea8$7c718de0$fbab3252@ANNY><011201c67eaa$47a23270$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> <00b501c67eab$18871090$fbab3252@ANNY> <01ec01c67f42$d5880c70$e3c60556@rayuv8pcloxi9v> Message-ID: My introduction to Kunitz was via Theodore Roethke, a connection I don't think I've seen mentioned in any of the Kunitz obits. They were famous friends, and Roethke was a famously jealous type, so it probably says something about Kunitz's character that they remained so. Does anyone recall the story of their meeting? I think it was that Roethke arrived as a stranger at Kunitz's door, and proceeded to recite some of Kunitz's verse by heart. But perhaps it was the reverse? . . . On May 24, 2006, at 10:00 AM, David Bircumshaw wrote: > One of the things I always remember about Stanley Kunitz was the > Penguin edition of the Poet's Voice, which I bought when I was > about 17 for seven and sixpence. it was my introduction to world > poetry: to Vallejo, Mallarme, Neruda, Blok, Rilke etc etc. > > I don't think I can honour his memory more than saying my lifelong > gratitude for that. > > Best > > dave > ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Wed May 24 17:04:05 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 23:04:05 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: "On Beauty in the Face and the Hands of the Reader" Message-ID: <00d101c67f75$977cfd90$39eb3652@ANNY> Please take your time to read this: ----- Original Message ----- From: Joel Weishaus Sent: Wednesday, May 24, 2006 10:40 PM Subject: "On Beauty in the Face and the Hands of the Reader" This beautiful piece by Philomene Long, the author's name itself beautiful, on reading a book: http://emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/onbeauty.html In The 3rd Page, Hammond Guthrie, Editor: http://emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/theFUTURE.html -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Ron From amyhappens at yahoo.com Wed May 24 20:27:02 2006 From: amyhappens at yahoo.com (amy king) Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 17:27:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: [New-Poetry] Summer Starters In-Reply-To: <20060524210858.18580.qmail@web31806.mail.mud.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20060525002702.18316.qmail@web81112.mail.mud.yahoo.com> With MiPOesias: Mairead Byrne - "An Interview With a Wise Old Man" http://www.mipoesias.com/Interviews/byrne_mairead_interviewwithwiseoldman2006.html Anne Gorrick - "Fear of Taxidermy" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/gorrick_anne.html Lars Palm and Adam Fieled - "Isla Perdida," "this is a song (about how i'm a monkey)," and "Virtual Pinball" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/fieled_palm.html Scott Glassman - "Returning from you" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/glassman_scott.html Elena Georgiou - "Urban Aubade #1" and "Elegy for an Immigrant" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/georgiou_elena.html James Grinwis - "Charmland" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/grinwis_james.html Kate Greenstreet - from "Great Women of Science" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/greenstreet_kate.html Thurston Moore - "Boat" and "foreverness" http://www.mipoesias.com/Poetry/moore_thurston.html Cheers! 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SH?? --bumpersticker Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at gmail.com halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org From jeff.newberry at gmail.com Wed May 24 23:02:23 2006 From: jeff.newberry at gmail.com (Jeff Newberry) Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 23:02:23 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] re Olson In-Reply-To: References: <20060524210858.18580.qmail@web31806.mail.mud.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <731bb17a0605242002m3e8e9334t8accd43da889f0c4@mail.gmail.com> Thanks! Jeff On 5/24/06, Halvard Johnson wrote: > > Here tis-- > > http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/jarnot/olson.html > > Hal > > On May 24, 2006, at 5:08 PM, Ron Silliman wrote: > > > I tried to find it online and was unsuccessful. > > > > Ron > > _______________________________________________ > > New-Poetry mailing list > > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > BU?? > SH?? > --bumpersticker > > Halvard Johnson > ================ > halvard at gmail.com > halvard at earthlink.net > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com > http://www.hamiltonstone.org > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > -- "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." --Miguel de Unamuno Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Hal On May 24, 2006, at 11:02 PM, Jeff Newberry wrote: > Thanks! > > Jeff > > > On 5/24/06, Halvard Johnson wrote: > Here tis-- > > http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/jarnot/olson.html > > Hal > > On May 24, 2006, at 5:08 PM, Ron Silliman wrote: > > > I tried to find it online and was unsuccessful. > > > > Ron > > _______________________________________________ > > New-Poetry mailing list > > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > BU?? > SH?? > --bumpersticker > > Halvard Johnson > ================ > halvard at gmail.com > halvard at earthlink.net > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com > http://www.hamiltonstone.org > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > > -- > "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." > --Miguel de Unamuno > > Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry "In Latin America, even atheists are Catholics." --Carlos Fuentes Halvard Johnson ================ halvard at gmail.com halvard at earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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And it looks like not that many people have found it -- counter read\ "268" when I accessed it. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Halvard Johnson" To: ; "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views" Sent: Wednesday, May 24, 2006 10:56 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] re Olson > Here tis-- > > http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/jarnot/olson.html > > Hal > > On May 24, 2006, at 5:08 PM, Ron Silliman wrote: > >> I tried to find it online and was unsuccessful. >> >> Ron >> _______________________________________________ >> New-Poetry mailing list >> New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu >> http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > > > BU?? > SH?? > --bumpersticker > > Halvard Johnson > ================ > halvard at gmail.com > halvard at earthlink.net > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com > http://www.hamiltonstone.org > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > From JforJames at aol.com Thu May 25 16:32:50 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 16:32:50 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] from the WOM-PO list Message-ID: <462.19ad307.31a76e72@aol.com> When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you have to think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgement of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. Norton, 2005 well said, indeed. Finnegan -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Thu May 25 16:57:48 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 16:57:48 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Roethke's take on the value of art Message-ID: <3de.30da87b.31a7744c@aol.com> "Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't." --from *On Poetry and Craft: Selected Prose of Theodore Roethke* When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you have to think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgement of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. Norton, 2005 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 25 17:19:32 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 23:19:32 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku Message-ID: <018001c68040$eaeb9dd0$86ee3652@ANNY> ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: anny.ballardini at tin.it Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 11:21 PM Subject: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku We're Ba-a-a-ck! Hay(na)ku Anthology #2 Submissions Call. Submissions Deadline: September 31, 2006. Send submissions (cutnpasted in body of e-mail) to MeritagePress at aol.com . Be reasonable in the volume of your submissions. Also, please submit just once (rather than sending staggered submissions). Note that we are open to visual poetry (vizpo), but apologize that we must limit it to black-and-white reproductions. If you have any commentary about the form itself, please also feel free to share that as well as we'd like to incorporate other poets' thoughts about the form within the book. The hay(na)ku is a tercet where the first line consists of one word, the second line of two words, and the third line of three words. We are also interested in your variations of this form, such as the sequence, black-and-white vizpo hay(na)ku, the reverse hay(na)ku and any other such variations as the poet may propose. Hay(na)ku in non-English languages are also acceptable, as long as they are submitted with English translations. For examples of hay(na)ku, please check out (1) the links cited by the Hay(na)ku Blog; (2) the Hay(na)ku Poetic Form page; and (3) THE FIRST HAY(NA)KU ANTHOLOGY itself (distributed through SPD well as Amazon.com). Submissions can be previously published. Participants will receive contributors' copies. Expected release date will be in Spring 2007. BIOS OF EDITORS: Jean Vengua is a writer and editor. She lives in Santa Cruz California. Her poetry has been published in various print and online journals and anthologies, including Otoliths, Proliferation, We (print and audio CD), Babaylan, Returning a Borrowed Tongue, Moria, Sidereality, Interlope, X-Stream and Fugacity. As Jean N. V. Gier, her introduction "Variations on a Circle in Blue," appears in Eileen Tabios's book of short stories, Behind the Blue Canvas; other essays appear in Jouvert (N.C.S.U.), Critical Mass: A Journal of Asian American Cultural Cultural Criticism (U.C. Berkeley), and Geopolitics of the Visual: Essays on Philippine Film Cultures (University of Ateneo Press). "Flux & Abilidad: Notes on a Filipino American Poetics," is featured in PinoyPoetics, edited by Nick Carbo. Mark Young has been publishing poetry for almost fifty years. His most recent books are from Series Magritte (Moria), Betabet (BlazeVOX) & episodes (xPress(ed)). He lives in Australia on the Tropic of Capricorn from where he edits the online journal Otoliths & maintains his weblogs, currently gamma ways & mark young's Series Magritte. He also has an author's page at the New Zealand electronic poetry centre. FOR MORE INFORMATION: MeritagePress at aol.com -- Posted by Anny Ballardini to NarcissusWorks at 5/25/2006 11:13:00 PM -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life. Stanley Kunitz 1905-2006 from The Wild Braid, W.W. Norton, 2005 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Thu May 25 17:49:33 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 17:49:33 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku References: <018001c68040$eaeb9dd0$86ee3652@ANNY> Message-ID: <004a01c68045$1c2d2fe0$6601a8c0@OldMoleExpress> fuck this shit and the horse ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: New Poetry Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 5:19 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: anny.ballardini at tin.it Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 11:21 PM Subject: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku We're Ba-a-a-ck! Hay(na)ku Anthology #2 Submissions Call. Submissions Deadline: September 31, 2006. Send submissions (cutnpasted in body of e-mail) to MeritagePress at aol.com . Be reasonable in the volume of your submissions. Also, please submit just once (rather than sending staggered submissions). Note that we are open to visual poetry (vizpo), but apologize that we must limit it to black-and-white reproductions. If you have any commentary about the form itself, please also feel free to share that as well as we'd like to incorporate other poets' thoughts about the form within the book. The hay(na)ku is a tercet where the first line consists of one word, the second line of two words, and the third line of three words. We are also interested in your variations of this form, such as the sequence, black-and-white vizpo hay(na)ku, the reverse hay(na)ku and any other such variations as the poet may propose. Hay(na)ku in non-English languages are also acceptable, as long as they are submitted with English translations. For examples of hay(na)ku, please check out (1) the links cited by the Hay(na)ku Blog; (2) the Hay(na)ku Poetic Form page; and (3) THE FIRST HAY(NA)KU ANTHOLOGY itself (distributed through SPD well as Amazon.com). Submissions can be previously published. Participants will receive contributors' copies. Expected release date will be in Spring 2007. BIOS OF EDITORS: Jean Vengua is a writer and editor. She lives in Santa Cruz California. Her poetry has been published in various print and online journals and anthologies, including Otoliths, Proliferation, We (print and audio CD), Babaylan, Returning a Borrowed Tongue, Moria, Sidereality, Interlope, X-Stream and Fugacity. As Jean N. V. Gier, her introduction "Variations on a Circle in Blue," appears in Eileen Tabios's book of short stories, Behind the Blue Canvas; other essays appear in Jouvert (N.C.S.U.), Critical Mass: A Journal of Asian American Cultural Cultural Criticism (U.C. Berkeley), and Geopolitics of the Visual: Essays on Philippine Film Cultures (University of Ateneo Press). "Flux & Abilidad: Notes on a Filipino American Poetics," is featured in PinoyPoetics, edited by Nick Carbo. Mark Young has been publishing poetry for almost fifty years. His most recent books are from Series Magritte (Moria), Betabet (BlazeVOX) & episodes (xPress(ed)). He lives in Australia on the Tropic of Capricorn from where he edits the online journal Otoliths & maintains his weblogs, currently gamma ways & mark young's Series Magritte. He also has an author's page at the New Zealand electronic poetry centre. FOR MORE INFORMATION: MeritagePress at aol.com -- Posted by Anny Ballardini to NarcissusWorks at 5/25/2006 11:13:00 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Thu May 25 17:52:39 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 23:52:39 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku References: <018001c68040$eaeb9dd0$86ee3652@ANNY> <004a01c68045$1c2d2fe0$6601a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: <01bb01c68045$8ba0d570$86ee3652@ANNY> take this job and shovel it (wasn't this a song?) ----- Original Message ----- From: TheOldMole To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 11:49 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku fuck this shit and the horse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From jeff.newberry at gmail.com Thu May 25 19:01:02 2006 From: jeff.newberry at gmail.com (Jeff Newberry) Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 19:01:02 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku In-Reply-To: <004a01c68045$1c2d2fe0$6601a8c0@OldMoleExpress> References: <018001c68040$eaeb9dd0$86ee3652@ANNY> <004a01c68045$1c2d2fe0$6601a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Message-ID: <731bb17a0605251601k222243a1r6fd69670038cad57@mail.gmail.com> Score 1 for the Mole! Jeff On 5/25/06, TheOldMole wrote: > > ? fuck > this shit > and the horse > > > ----- Original Message ----- > *From:* Anny Ballardini > *To:* New Poetry > *Sent:* Thursday, May 25, 2006 5:19 PM > *Subject:* [New-Poetry] Fw: [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku > > > > ----- Original Message ----- *From:* Anny Ballardini > *To:* anny.ballardini at tin.it > *Sent:* Thursday, May 25, 2006 11:21 PM > *Subject:* [NarcissusWorks] hay(na)ku > > > We're Ba-a-a-ck! Hay(na)ku Anthology #2 Submissions Call > . > Submissions Deadline: September 31, 2006. > > Send submissions (cutnpasted in body of e-mail) to MeritagePress at aol.com . > > Be reasonable in the volume of your submissions. Also, please submit just > once (rather than sending staggered submissions). Note that we are open to > visual poetry (vizpo), but apologize that we must limit it to > black-and-white reproductions. If you have any commentary about the form > itself, please also feel free to share that as well as we'd like to > incorporate other poets' thoughts about the form within the book. > > *The hay(na)ku is a tercet where the first line consists of one word, the > second line of two words, and the third line of three words.* > > We are also interested in your variations of this form, such as the > sequence, black-and-white vizpo hay(na)ku, the reverse hay(na)ku and any > other such variations as the poet may propose. Hay(na)ku in non-English > languages are also acceptable, as long as they are submitted with English > translations. For examples of hay(na)ku, please check out > (1) the links cited by the Hay(na)ku Blog > ; > (2) the Hay(na)ku Poetic Form page; > and > (3) THE FIRST HAY(NA)KU ANTHOLOGY itself (distributed through SPD > well as Amazon.com ). > > Submissions can be previously published. Participants will receive > contributors' copies. Expected release date will be in Spring 2007. > > *BIOS OF EDITORS*: > > *Jean Vengua* is a writer and editor. She lives > in Santa Cruz California. Her poetry has been published in various print and > online journals and anthologies, including *Otoliths, Proliferation, We > (print and audio CD), Babaylan, Returning a Borrowed Tongue, Moria, > Sidereality, Interlope, X-Stream and Fugacity*. As Jean N. V. Gier, her > introduction "*Variations on a Circle in Blue*," appears in Eileen > Tabios's book of short stories, Behind the Blue Canvas; other essays appear > in *Jouvert (N.C.S.U.), Critical Mass: A Journal of Asian American > Cultural Cultural Criticism (U.C. Berkeley), and Geopolitics of the > Visual: Essays on Philippine Film Cultures (University of Ateneo Press). > "Flux & Abilidad: Notes on a Filipino American Poetics*," is featured in > PinoyPoetics, edited by Nick Carbo. > > *Mark Young* has been > publishing poetry for almost fifty years. His most recent books are from > Series Magritte (Moria), Betabet (BlazeVOX) & episodes (xPress(ed)). He > lives in Australia on the Tropic of Capricorn from where he edits the online > journal *Otoliths* & maintains his weblogs, currently *gamma ways & mark > young's Series Ma*gritte. He also has an author's page at the New Zealand > electronic poetry centre. 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A specialist in Russian history, Professor Viereck was an emeritus professor at Mount Holyoke College, where he had taught since 1948. He received the Pulitzer Prize in 1949 for his first collection of poems, "Terror and Decorum" (Scribner, 1948). -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From queenmouse at gmail.com Fri May 26 11:26:26 2006 From: queenmouse at gmail.com (Suzanne Burns) Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 11:26:26 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Peter Viereck, Poet and Conservative Theorist, Dies at 89 In-Reply-To: <370.4a46837.31a85f21@aol.com> References: <370.4a46837.31a85f21@aol.com> Message-ID: Shizer. I interviewed him for the Valley Advocate when I was 23, and he got me totally tanked on Irish whiskey. Later he helped me crash Joseph Brodsky's Nobel party by telling me that if I show up in a short dress, nobody will ask questions. :-) Ah, memories. Rest in Peace Peter. You were one strange duck, and I didn't buy into most of your views, but you were always very interesting. Suzanne -- "Start with your identity, which is a combination of your assets and what your friends mean when they discuss 'the trouble with you,' polish that, and you have style." --Quentin Crisp -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From JforJames at aol.com Fri May 26 21:32:42 2006 From: JforJames at aol.com (JforJames at aol.com) Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 21:32:42 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] Poetics of Space Message-ID: <450.1f14c88.31a9063a@aol.com> this article reminds me of something Frank Lloyd Wright said, "If the roof doesn't leak, the architect hasn't done his job."... The Architect, His Client, Her Husband and a House Named Turbulence New York Times By MICHAEL KIMMELMAN Published: May 21, 2006 The architect Steven Holl says he called it Turbulence House because the wind hollers across the mesa. He also had in mind the apocryphal tale of Heisenberg on his deathbed, asking God: Why relativity? And why turbulence? God, Heisenberg supposedly guessed, would be able to answer only the first. A House Named Turbulence Anyway, the name suits ? too well. Turbulence House, which Holl designed, is like the story about Gaud?, the Catalan architect. A certain Do?a Comes i Abril, a tenant in his Casa Mila, called the great man to say she couldn't fit her Erard piano into the apartment's salon, whose walls undulated like a cave's. Gaud? came over, looked around, scratched his beard. "Take up the violin," he advised. Rising like the shiny tip of an iceberg from the desert scrub, clad in space-age, curved aluminum panels, overlooking a mountain Georgia O'Keeffe loved to paint, Turbulence House, in Abiquiu, N.M., is a small guest cottage. Holl's projects, from M.I.T. to Helsinki to Beijing, are often a little subversive and at the same time humane. The clients in this case are Richard Tuttle, the bricolage artist, who makes the most refined masterpieces out of next to nothing, and his wife, Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, the lyric, collagist poet. The project was, in part, how Berssenbrugge chose to deal with the usual midlife crisis ? a house in lieu of a lover or a sports car. What she wanted was a prefab, eco-friendly, solar-heated building. An Airstream trailer came to mind. She and Tuttle both liked the idea of artists championing innovative architecture. Holl, in his New York office, cooked up a cross between Le Corbusier's Ronchamp Chapel, with its swooping silhouette, and a Henry Moore sculpture with a hole in the middle. A. Zahner Company, the Kansas City metal fabricator, devised wavy panels that fitted together like parts of an airplane wing, for a frame-free exterior. The 1,300-square-foot inside was done in traditional plaster by a local crew: high tech and low. Original budget: $300,000. Final cost: $600,000 and counting. And the result? As in "Rashomon," as with so much architecture, it depends on whom you ask: Holl: "You come up this road, the drive turns, you can barely see on the left these brown vernacular adobe buildings, which are the main house and Mei-mei's and Richard's studios, and there's this weird metal thing straight ahead that doesn't look like a house and that you see right through, like it's a gate, or some inhabited piece of sculpture." Holl likes Kiki Smith's remark that it's "a brooch pinned to the mesa." He describes being the first one to sleep in it, a year ago: "The sun rises on the mesa from underneath you and the place glows with a gentle orange light that softly wakes you up." Tuttle: "The place is uninhabitable half the time. It's too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter. With lasers, they devised a footprint, a slab, on site, then when the panels arrived they didn't fit ? they had to pull them together with straps, like a corset. Not very bright. Any damn fool knows you don't do these two things separately. I respect Steven. He's an artist. It's not his fault if the whole architecture profession is ego gone wild." He adds: "It turns out that the greatest invention, the one that made civilization possible, is caulking." Berssenbrugge: "We wanted prefab, and instead we got a creative architect's iteration of prefab. It's not Green. It's not solar. It was twice over budget and construction was a nightmare and it's still not finished. But it is real architecture, and that's rare, with beauties only an artist can give you. I tell people, was Dr. Farnsworth happy with the house Mies van der Rohe gave her? She didn't have a closet, but she got a work of art." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Some see its way of thinking; most, not yet. Still, one day, just by living, all will find reason enough within themselves to think the single thought forever in its mind. - Joshua Mehigan, Poetry, June, 2006 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Homepages: http://home.earthlink.net/~jvcervantes/ http://www.poetserv.net/jvchome/index.html Salt River Review: http://www.poetserv.org From William_Knott at emerson.edu Sat May 27 11:59:24 2006 From: William_Knott at emerson.edu (William Knott) Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 11:59:24 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] RE: thanks for the sponge References: <200605271600.k4RG03M3003044@wiz.cath.vt.edu> Message-ID: <926B4A8D55661047B1353EC03E69CE2D09529DE4@mail.emerson.edu> Thanks for posting this... this is a very good poem. . . the best new poem I've read in a long time. . . reminds me of Supervielle or Guillevic... From: "James Cervantes" Subject: [New-Poetry] PBO: Joshua Mehigan, "The Sponge" THE SPONGE None of us understands our story better than this nonentity, unconscious slip of nature, nonetheless our common parent dilating at the bottom of the sea. The parent, too, of octopus and pony, of reefs and villages, once it was strange simply for being not a rock itself -- not rock, but a blank sleep on a rock shelf. And, deeply sympathetic to the rock, to sea and sea-dust washing through its skin, it knows, although it doesn't know it knows, that minds and their milieux are all one thing. Some see its way of thinking; most, not yet. Still, one day, just by living, all will find reason enough within themselves to think the single thought forever in its mind. - Joshua Mehigan, Poetry, June, 2006 -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... 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From Rsgwynn1 at cs.com Sat May 27 12:44:56 2006 From: Rsgwynn1 at cs.com (Rsgwynn1 at cs.com) Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 12:44:56 EDT Subject: [New-Poetry] RE: thanks for the sponge Message-ID: <45c.1d6f961.31a9dc08@cs.com> In a message dated 5/27/2006 10:59:51 AM Central Standard Time, William_Knott at emerson.edu writes: > > Thanks for posting this... this is a > very good poem. . . the best new poem > I've read in a long time. . . reminds me of > Supervielle or Guillevic... I agree. Wonderful poem. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Sat May 27 13:08:33 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 19:08:33 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Mole-Bulletin References: <648208b60605270814o665248cbq739d77025f394896@mail.gmail.com> <012201c681a7$c77e9100$27b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Message-ID: <005101c681b0$2f76cd60$1ca93452@ANNY> ah the mole is the mole is the mole ----- Original Message ----- From: "Bob Grumman" To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views" Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2006 6:08 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Mole-Bulletin >I just made the Mole world-famous (or more world-famous than he already is) >by posting his hay(na)ku at my blog. I will comment on it, and the >hay(na)ku form in a later entry, maybe tomorrow. > > --Bob G. > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > From tad at opus40.org Sat May 27 13:50:32 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 13:50:32 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Mole-Bulletin References: <648208b60605270814o665248cbq739d77025f394896@mail.gmail.com> <012201c681a7$c77e9100$27b831d0@youro0kwkw9jwc> Message-ID: <003e01c681bc$41849300$6401a8c0@OldMoleExpress> I don't know if I'll be able to handle the notoriety. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Bob Grumman" To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views" Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2006 12:08 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] Mole-Bulletin >I just made the Mole world-famous (or more world-famous than he already is) >by posting his hay(na)ku at my blog. I will comment on it, and the >hay(na)ku form in a later entry, maybe tomorrow. > > --Bob G. > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > From tad at opus40.org Sat May 27 14:35:41 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 14:35:41 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] RE: thanks for the sponge References: <45c.1d6f961.31a9dc08@cs.com> Message-ID: <005601c681bc$5da02950$6401a8c0@OldMoleExpress> Yup. ----- Original Message ----- From: Rsgwynn1 at cs.com To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2006 12:44 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] RE: thanks for the sponge In a message dated 5/27/2006 10:59:51 AM Central Standard Time, William_Knott at emerson.edu writes: Thanks for posting this... this is a very good poem. . . the best new poem I've read in a long time. . . reminds me of Supervielle or Guillevic... I agree. 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W's defense of his colleague Blair was quite good, I thought, when a smiling-like-a-snake Brit flak presumed the Prime Minister's upcoming forced retirement. No quotes of that. Just mean spirited darts intended to hurt, defame, deflate. That's the contorted, twisted face of the New York Times. But neither the Brit or our press people advanced anything but loaded rhetorical questions intended to pull out the rug rather than to advance the power of public induction or deduction. The NY Times Press has become its own faction with a state-of-mind you have to share with them in order to get a job to ask their phony questions at all. Richard Dillon > ------------------------------ > > Message: 2 > Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 07:49:25 -0400 > From: "Barone, Dennis" > Subject: [New-Poetry] mean spirited bias > To: > Message-ID: > <954A5413620E074797298540927621C5060EF86E at sjcexchange.SJC.EDU> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" > > > I read the obituary for Peter Viereck in the Times and then saw it posted > on this site. I came across the Viereck obit while looking for Gilbert > Sorrentino's. I wanted to see what the Times said, but at first there was > no obituary and then one ran late. It was mean spirited and quoted people > who had nothing good to say about Sorrentino. The one for Viereck was of > a completely different sort and quoted the author himself at length. I > recall that when Robert Creeley died for some reason that couldn't just > have been by accident quoted another poet who said of Creeley, "the > trouble with his short poems is that they are not short enough." Why, out > of all the millions of words written and said about Creeley, did the Times > include this quotation? Why did run an obituary of Sorrentino late and > very clearly a biased one, too? > > Dennis Barone From anny.ballardini at tin.it Sat May 27 16:44:30 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 22:44:30 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Mean Spirited Bias References: <200605271600.k4RG03M5003044@wiz.cath.vt.edu> <3625.71.240.120.66.1148760126.squirrel@pop3a.icubed.com> Message-ID: <019001c681ce$5a9d6b70$1ca93452@ANNY> I still like The New York Times, as a matter of fact it is my homepage when I connect. I use some articles in class. And I am sorry to hear of the comment made on Creeley's work, I can remember it. They should be smarter, give some space to the kind of literature they do not consider highbrow enough to be included among their pages. How many articles do I skip because not interested in their chosen authors, and how many readers did they lose with that quotation on Creeley's work or on running obituaries late because they have to _take a distance_ with some Authors? Enlightened editors are very rare, and they bring a profit to both newspaper and culture. Good editors choose intelligent journalists and let them free to write and make suggestions. At this point, they are the ones who educate the readers, not the opposite, as some would like it to be. From: Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2006 10:02 PM > For the same reason that at the recent Blair-Bush press conference, the > only quote the drive-by media used was the one where W regretted that his > wife was right and he shouldn't have used the classic Texan, "Wanted Dead > Or Alive" one. W's defense of his colleague Blair was quite good, I > thought, when a smiling-like-a-snake Brit flak presumed the Prime > Minister's upcoming forced retirement. No quotes of that. > > Just mean spirited darts intended to hurt, defame, deflate. That's the > contorted, twisted face of the New York Times. > > But neither the Brit or our press people advanced anything but loaded > rhetorical questions intended to pull out the rug rather than to advance > the power of public induction or deduction. > > The NY Times Press has become its own faction with a state-of-mind you > have to share with them in order to get a job to ask their phony questions > at all. > > Richard Dillon > >> ------------------------------ >> >> Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 07:49:25 -0400 >> From: "Barone, Dennis" >> To: >> Message-ID: >> >> >> I read the obituary for Peter Viereck in the Times and then saw it posted >> on this site. I came across the Viereck obit while looking for Gilbert >> Sorrentino's. I wanted to see what the Times said, but at first there >> was >> no obituary and then one ran late. It was mean spirited and quoted >> people >> who had nothing good to say about Sorrentino. The one for Viereck was of >> a completely different sort and quoted the author himself at length. I >> recall that when Robert Creeley died for some reason that couldn't just >> have been by accident quoted another poet who said of Creeley, "the >> trouble with his short poems is that they are not short enough." Why, >> out >> of all the millions of words written and said about Creeley, did the >> Times >> include this quotation? Why did run an obituary of Sorrentino late and >> very clearly a biased one, too? >> >> Dennis Barone > > From grahamd at ripon.edu Sun May 28 11:03:56 2006 From: grahamd at ripon.edu (David Graham) Date: Sun, 28 May 2006 10:03:56 -0500 Subject: [New-Poetry] Poetics of Space In-Reply-To: <450.1f14c88.31a9063a@aol.com> References: <450.1f14c88.31a9063a@aol.com> Message-ID: <26D06958-1909-42C9-A0F5-23C20E3102F1@ripon.edu> Once, while taking a tour of Wright's Taliesin headquarters in Spring Green, WI, I was amused by the tour guide, a real Wright acolyte, struggling to explain some problem they had had with the roof. There was a good bit of convolution and circumlocution going on, I thought. "You mean the roof leaks?" I asked, in perhaps too gleeful a tone. His reply was a bit icy. "Mr. Wright's vision," he said, "exceeded the materials available at the time." Love that. My vision often exceeds the materials, too! Now, where are MY acolytes?? On May 26, 2006, at 8:32 PM, JforJames at aol.com wrote: > this article reminds me of something Frank Lloyd Wright said, > "If the roof doesn't leak, the architect hasn't done his job."... ========================================== David Graham grahamd at ripon.edu Home Page: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/index.html Poetry Library: http://www.ripon.edu/faculty/GrahamD/poetrylib.html ========================================== -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From chris.kelly at nyu.edu Sun May 28 11:36:24 2006 From: chris.kelly at nyu.edu (Christopher Kelly) Date: Sun, 28 May 2006 08:36:24 -0700 Subject: [New-Poetry] Mean Spirited Bias In-Reply-To: <019001c681ce$5a9d6b70$1ca93452@ANNY> References: <200605271600.k4RG03M5003044@wiz.cath.vt.edu> <3625.71.240.120.66.1148760126.squirrel@pop3a.icubed.com> <019001c681ce$5a9d6b70$1ca93452@ANNY> Message-ID: I've nearly lost all hope in the NYTimes. It's not simply the controversies, the lack of any journalist punch, and the move toward a "more reader friendly format" that has me upset. Rather, it's the anti-Lit bent to the arts pages. They seem to devote endless ed space to articles on film adaptations, claims of plagiarism, and -- just today-- out of print food books. And even when they do publish serious reviews (the recent E Bishop comes immed to mind) the writing is so flaccid and dripping with hyperbole that I must wonder if it's an ed choice. ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini Date: Saturday, May 27, 2006 1:44 pm Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Mean Spirited Bias > > I still like The New York Times, as a matter of fact it is my > homepage when > I connect. I use some articles in class. And I am sorry to hear of > the > comment made on Creeley's work, I can remember it. > They should be smarter, give some space to the kind of literature > they do > not consider highbrow enough to be included among their pages. How > many > articles do I skip because not interested in their chosen authors, > and how > many readers did they lose with that quotation on Creeley's work or > on > running obituaries late because they have to _take a distance_ with > some > Authors? > Enlightened editors are very rare, and they bring a profit to both > newspaper > and culture. > Good editors choose intelligent journalists and let them free to > write and > make suggestions. > At this point, they are the ones who educate the readers, not the > opposite, > as some would like it to be. > > From: > Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2006 10:02 PM > > > > For the same reason that at the recent Blair-Bush press > conference, the > > only quote the drive-by media used was the one where W regretted > that his > > wife was right and he shouldn't have used the classic Texan, > "Wanted Dead > > Or Alive" one. W's defense of his colleague Blair was quite > good, I > > thought, when a smiling-like-a-snake Brit flak presumed the Prime > > Minister's upcoming forced retirement. No quotes of that. > > > > Just mean spirited darts intended to hurt, defame, deflate. > That's the > > contorted, twisted face of the New York Times. > > > > But neither the Brit or our press people advanced anything but > loaded> rhetorical questions intended to pull out the rug rather > than to advance > > the power of public induction or deduction. > > > > The NY Times Press has become its own faction with a state-of- > mind you > > have to share with them in order to get a job to ask their phony > questions> at all. > > > > Richard Dillon > > > >> ------------------------------ > >> > >> Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 07:49:25 -0400 > >> From: "Barone, Dennis" > >> To: > >> Message-ID: > >> > >> > >> I read the obituary for Peter Viereck in the Times and then saw > it posted > >> on this site. I came across the Viereck obit while looking for > Gilbert>> Sorrentino's. I wanted to see what the Times said, but > at first there > >> was > >> no obituary and then one ran late. It was mean spirited and > quoted > >> people > >> who had nothing good to say about Sorrentino. The one for > Viereck was of > >> a completely different sort and quoted the author himself at > length. I > >> recall that when Robert Creeley died for some reason that > couldn't just > >> have been by accident quoted another poet who said of Creeley, "the > >> trouble with his short poems is that they are not short enough." > Why, > >> out > >> of all the millions of words written and said about Creeley, did > the > >> Times > >> include this quotation? Why did run an obituary of Sorrentino > late and > >> very clearly a biased one, too? > >> > >> Dennis Barone > > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > New-Poetry mailing list > New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu > http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry > From anny.ballardini at tin.it Sun May 28 13:25:36 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Sun, 28 May 2006 19:25:36 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] always Message-ID: <008301c6827b$bbb509b0$1bae3452@ANNY> drawing water to my mill: http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=364x1302769 thanks to skip fox -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 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Simplicities in Olson???s Projective Verse Mei-mei???s house, a 102-year-old poet and other miscellany More on lists including Playboy???s 25 sexiest novels (a note from Pam Rosenthal) Fetch Rae Armantrout???s new chapbook The uneven history of New Directions and its commitment to Pound-Williams tradition How to stock poetry in a bookstore (a note from Andrew Schelling) Cognitive blends in Howl hydrogen jukebox Ginsberg, Cezanne, and a literary device in Howl The School of Quietude ??? a note The best work of American fiction as viewed by the New York Times The closing of Cody???s a memoir of Berkeley bookstores http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ From anny.ballardini at tin.it Mon May 29 13:27:16 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 19:27:16 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Susan Glaspell's play, Inheritors Message-ID: <003601c68345$226c68f0$f4de3052@ANNY> > From: B?rbara Ozieblo Rajkowska [mailto:ozieblo at uma.es] > Sent: donderdag 25 mei 2006 12:40 The Susan Glaspell Society is pleased to make available an abridged version of Susan Glaspell's play, Inheritors, edited by Iris Smith Fischer, University of Kansas. This version, free to all, will enable more theatre groups and universities to stage this relevant and moving play. The only restriction is the request that Prof. Fischer and The Susan Glaspell Society be acknowledged in any program or print advertising connected with the production. Just click on the PDF files below.* *Please include the following note in the program: "The script for this performance was adapted from the original by Iris Smith Fischer, in cooperation with The Susan Glaspell Society (http://academic.shu.edu/glaspell/inheritors.html). Barbara Ozieblo President of the Susan Glaspell Society Dpto. de Filolog?a Inglesa, Facultad de Filosof?a y Letras, Universidad de M?laga 29071, M?laga ozieblo at uma.es tel.:952 131795, 952 443897 fax: 952 131843 Susan Glaspell Society www.susanglaspell.org -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Tue May 30 02:20:47 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 08:20:47 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] For All Message-ID: <004e01c683b1$30c7fa60$bfab3452@ANNY> "For All" by Gary Snyder from The Gary Snyder Reader. ? Counterpoint. Reprinted with permission. From the Writer's Almanac by Garrison Keillor. For All Ah to be alive ----on a mid-September morn ----fording a stream ----barefoot, pants rolled up, ----holding boots, pack on, ----sunshine, ice in the shallows, ----northern rockies. Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes ----cold nose dripping ----singing inside ----creek music, heart music, ----smell of sun on gravel. ----I pledge allegiance I pledge allegiance to the soil ----of Turtle Island, and to the beings who thereon dwell ----one ecosystem ----in diversity ----under the sun With joyful interpenetration for all. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Tue May 30 16:30:16 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 22:30:16 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] from Joel Weishaus Message-ID: <03f001c68427$dcd25280$777c3652@ANNY> Rain Taxi review of "The Healing Spirit of Haiku: http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2006spring/haiku.shtml -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From hruggier at localnet.com Wed May 31 10:05:20 2006 From: hruggier at localnet.com (Helen Ruggieri) Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 10:05:20 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] from Joel Weishaus References: <03f001c68427$dcd25280$777c3652@ANNY> Message-ID: <004c01c684bb$41cfdc50$6500a8c0@Helen> Hi Anny, just to say I've signed off new poetry for a bit - getting a new address and I'll be on vacation for two weeks starting tomorrow. Be back at the end of June (if I can remember how to sign up). xxx Helen ----- Original Message ----- From: Anny Ballardini To: New Poetry Sent: Tuesday, May 30, 2006 4:30 PM Subject: [New-Poetry] from Joel Weishaus Rain Taxi review of "The Healing Spirit of Haiku: http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2006spring/haiku.shtml ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anny Ballardini http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------------------------------------- My mailbox is spam-free with ChoiceMail, the leader in personal and corporate anti-spam solutions. Download your free copy of ChoiceMail from www.choicemailfree.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Wed May 31 14:18:34 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 14:18:34 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman Message-ID: <000a01c684de$a1893dd0$6401a8c0@OldMoleExpress> O captain, our captain.... Tad Richards www.opus40.org http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: From anny.ballardini at tin.it Wed May 31 15:03:13 2006 From: anny.ballardini at tin.it (Anny Ballardini) Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 21:03:13 +0200 Subject: [New-Poetry] Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman References: <000a01c684de$a1893dd0$6401a8c0@OldMoleExpress> <731bb17a0605311154s66dff889k77355039d693be7d@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <003001c684e4$de406590$2ad73152@ANNY> and talking of Sam Gwynn here is a great ad: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-ive-been-reading.html ----- Original Message ----- From: Jeff Newberry To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &,Views Sent: Wednesday, May 31, 2006 8:54 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman I've a short piece about Our Captain over at "Muse of Fire" today: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ Thanks for reminding us, Tad. Jeff Newberry On 5/31/06, TheOldMole wrote: O captain, our captain.... Tad Richards www.opus40.org http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -- "Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death." --Miguel de Unamuno Blog: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ New-Poetry mailing list New-Poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu http://wiz.cath.vt.edu/mailman/listinfo/new-poetry -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From tad at opus40.org Wed May 31 16:15:49 2006 From: tad at opus40.org (TheOldMole) Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 16:15:49 -0400 Subject: [New-Poetry] Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman References: <000a01c684de$a1893dd0$6401a8c0@OldMoleExpress> <731bb17a0605311154s66dff889k77355039d693be7d@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <004501c684ef$045cab30$6401a8c0@OldMoleExpress> I put my own spin on it, in the Opus 40 blog: http://opusforty.blogspot.com/ ----- Original Message ----- From: Jeff Newberry To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &, Views Sent: Wednesday, May 31, 2006 2:54 PM Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman I've a short piece about Our Captain over at "Muse of Fire" today: http://museoffireblog.blogspot.com/ Thanks for reminding us, Tad. Jeff Newberry On 5/31/06, TheOldMole wrote: O captain, our captain.... 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