[New-Poetry] Re: New-Poetry Digest, Vol 38, Issue 32

[Anny Ballardini]

and I know y'all got something invested in it.

just our lives Alexander, minutiae, trifles
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Alexander Jorgensen 
  To: new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu 
  Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2007 7:29 PM
  Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: New-Poetry Digest, Vol 38, Issue 32


  I don't mean to be crass, but this poem SH**S. This is precisely what is wrong with poetry Stateside - and I know y'all got something invested in it. I just returned from Kolkata, talks and interviews with "Ginsberg's boys" - and Creeley was my mentor and dear friend. As Egon Schiele said: Secession! Ya, I think I can say as much - especially if you are offering such cultural pollution!!! - and what is SLACK.

  AGJ

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    1. Re: From Haiku To Lyriku (Bob Grumman)
    2. Re: To poetry (Anny Ballardini)


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    Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 13:37:58 -0500
    From: Bob Grumman 
    Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] From Haiku To Lyriku
    To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views"

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    Robin Hamilton wrote:
    > Bob,
    >
    > What's the composite price, including p&p to the UK, of both this 
    > anthology and your Shakespeare book? (I can do a cheque in US $$$, 
    > which would be easiest for you, I guess.)
    >
    > Robin
    Yikes, I hate to say, Robin, but . . . I should think $50 would cover it.

    --Bob



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    Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 23:09:22 +0200
    From: "Anny Ballardini" 
    Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] To poetry
    To: "NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News & Views"

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    what a lucky guy, I tell you.
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    From: David Graham 
    To: NewPoetry & Views 
    Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2007 5:17 PM
    Subject: [New-Poetry] To poetry


    The Nearest Simile Is Respiration


    To poetry


    I was boozed I was doped I was maybe
    a floozy before you knew me, loose
    leafed like autumn and most of the books
    of the Old Testament that fell out
    of my father's Bible. I had a body.


    I had a habit of hauling my telescope
    into the outskirts, ransacking all
    the toothsome blackness for what: a reason
    not to do me in. Proof I was more
    than the seasonal ragbag detritus
    choking the rooftop gutters, more
    than a piece of the cosmic dust
    in some ruined philosophy.


    I could not be consoled by the universal
    Sisyphus in us all, the dung beetle
    nuzzling its putrid globe.


    I could not hitch my wagon. The stars
    and stars abrade my notions of my Self;
    tricuspid Eros chewed me raw; Jesus
    Christ rubbed mud in my eyes, and I saw
    not. I did not see.


    But with you! my sweetheart hairshirt,
    my syntactic gondolier, ruffian for hire, befoolable
    irresolute Chanticleer: with you, I back-float
    the massy and heretofore unnavigable childhood
    algal blooms, where no fish swam. No fish
    have swum that Mississippi.
    With you, I forgive my father's notes
    to NASA, the self-inflicted swastika tattoo,
    my sister's coked-up juggernaut cannonball
    into the afterlife.


    I forgive the afterlife,
    resurrect John Lennon and the jukebox
    at the Quik 'N' Hot, infect myself
    with a rare strain of tarantism. With you, I dance
    the summum bonum. With you, I am greater
    than or equal to the lack, and luck is weather
    that permits my red begonias.


    --Ashley Capps. Mistaking the Sea for Green Fields. University of Akron Press, 2006.







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