POETS Day! The Dreaded Poet Voice
The trick to a good reading of most poetry seems to be in courting but not abusing suspension of disbelief.
The trick to a good reading of most poetry seems to be in courting but not abusing suspension of disbelief.
The nose wiping comment has me thinking that Roman colloquialisms are beyond my ken, so I’m not reading as much into that as I could.
Muriel Spark runs right up to the edge of crossing formal sensibilities with little near heresies, but she never quite does.
They are as youthful as cool spring grass. They also have the defects of youth—youth’s impatience, unsophistication and immaturity.
If you correctly type “semillon” the first result is the Wikipedia page for Tolkien’s Silmarillion. Good for Tolkien, but bad for Sauternes and trimmed sauvignon blanc.
That’s it. I just wanted to say “I don’t like change” so it had a double meaning. It’s not even a joke, really.
Winthrop Mackworth Praed, a respected wit and politician who died young, tuberculosis at thirty-six. There’s still a Praed Society at Eton
I like Tillinghast’s phrase: “major minor poet.” Ransom’s precise word choice and easy formalism are things of wonder.
I’ve had a great deal of trouble since reading that line considering anything she wrote to be genuine. That’s a frustration.
Wordsworth wrote that Hogg “was undoubtedly a man of original genius, but of coarse manners and low and offensive opinions.
It’s not a comfortable position for me because it’s rare to be right in opposition to learned consideration.
Lines Written a Few Feet Away from My Television As and After I Flipped Through College Football Games, My Alabama Bias Is Part of the Mix
When Anthony Hecht’s unit liberated Flossenbürg concentration camp, he was ordered to collect stories and information. It would haunt him for the rest of his life.
There was a time when the falconer was the height of killing technology. We had projectiles, but they required attention and aiming.
AE Housman ennui appealed to a generation fighting for a world as they grew disillusioned with it.
“Rendezvous” was published posthumously, probably written in 1916, months before his death at the Battle of the Somme
Harriet Monroe published the Imagiste’s do’s and don’ts in 1913: direct treatment of the thing, no superfluities, a music phrase.
The Poetry Foundation, and so Poetry Magazine by extension or implication depending, has a beef with Judith Wright.
I recognize Longfellow’s worth. He’s just not my cup of tea – I suppose today I should say coffee instead – but when he shines, he shines.
Bishop only published one hundred and one poems in her lifetime, and some of those came after “The Complete Poems” was released in 1970.