Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

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52 Haiku, Week 5

Decisions were made this week and I feel some relief from the vacillations around my jobs. 

The Prompt: Focus

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

Look lovingly on some object. Do not go on to another object. Here, in the middle of this object–the blessing.
            –
Shiva

Again, first task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

Gave up on the board this week. Will convert these to sumi-e ink in a week or so. 

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My Haiku

…inspired by the drawing. 

The light of the pen
Ink machine of the described
Chasing metaphors

The Reflection

So often I can deal with stress by writing it out. I find lots of comfort in my favorite pen and will go to crazy lengths to keep track of it, even if it's a shitty pen. It's the pen that wrote me out of my quandaries! This pen "described" above was from my realtor and it actually lights up for no apparent reason. Illumination for illumination's sake.

 

Now you.

 

52 Haiku, Week 4

This was a week filled with anxiety for me due to too many irons in the fire. My brain started to fog out and I really appreciated this prompt. Further background: we went to Arby's the night we learned about Monsieur Big Bang's mom. So now we're there quite frequently for some reason. The curly fries are very good.

The Prompt: It's the Little Things

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

An enlightened being should develop a mind that alights on nothing whatsoever.
            –
The Diamond Sutra

Again, first task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

My sumi board is getting really cray-cray. And I'm now in the habit of doing a pen version. So below is the pen and a drying (or melting) version of the water/sumi. 

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Ink-drying

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this is the beautiful book example:

Butterfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Haiku

…inspired by the drawing. 

Hunger in a box.
Tatters in coiled calorie.
Salty, starch comforts.

The Reflection

This was a hard haiku. It took a very long time considering. Writing about food is difficult, it's so concrete. 

 

Now you go.

 

52 Haiku, Week 2

Abq-riogThis is an Albuquerque Journal photograph of what the Rio Grande looks like down here in Albuquerque where the water is scarce and birds can wade across.

The Prompt: Connect

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

Breathe a full circle.
Let go of expectation;
And then–true nature.
            – Myochi

Again, first task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

This was my second drawing on my sumi-e board and it took three attempts, of which the second permanently damaged the board. That was unexpected!

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In my first attempt, my breath didn't last but half a circle when the water/ink ran out. I had to wait for the board to dry. I resoaked my brush. The second time I freaked out and over-circled. This must be my true nature, judge-y. Anway, waiting for the final attempt, the board never fully evaporated. 

My Haiku

…inspired by the drawings. 

The path I cover:
Circle of water rippling
Concentric traces.

The Reflection

This isn't unrelated to what is going on in my life. A job opportunity I've had in the past has come around again. I'm figuratively in the early stages of retracing a circle of my past. Or I can think of it this way: the past is always within the present.

Now you try it.

 

52 Haiku, Week 1

20190219_075323We have a snow day today in Albuquerque so I'm taking the time to post my first of 52 Haiku. It's not much by East Coast standards but there's not a snow plow or a salt pile in this city and so the drive in is treacherous with even a half inch.

That's my front pinon tree and Mexican feather grass hunkering down outside my office. I've always loved Mexican feather grass from my days of working at Marina Del Rey in the left white tower. The corner there, bordering Ralphs grocery store, is lined with it and I loved to watch it blowing in the wind.

The Prompt: Calmness

Anyway, this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

Calm yourself with breath-
Dip the brush, hold gently, draw.
Whatever comes, comes.
            – Myochi

So the first task is to meditation that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good.

The Drawing

I did a drawing on a sumi-e board, which is just water as ink that fades within a minute or two. This is supposed to teach you about letting go and impermanence. But I'm struggling with that so I took photos with my phone. 🙂

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Right after drawing it and after propping it up on its stand (which made the ink run as it faded away).

My Haiku

Then I wrote a haiku inspired by the drawings. 

River rising fear
Turtles drying in the sun
Then swimming away

The Reflection

It was a day of anxiety at work when I did this exercise. We have new leadership and old wounds. And I still feel sad for all that happened last year. Hopefully the kus will help me work through it.

Now you try it.

33 Women: The Full Set

MarlaSooooo…. "33 Women" did not turn out at all like I expected. And I don’t know really how to start summarizing it. I haven’t delved into biographical material in a very long time and never to this extent, for 30 days. The idea for the project came to me way back in 2014. I imagined the set would be very light and fun. In my head they would be just hanging-out poems.

But every single day I was forced to confront the value of all my friendships with these amazing people, what they gave me or how they directed me somehow. And some days I wasn’t really ready for it. But I had a strict self-directive to keep the poems chronological, so I did it but….things got heavy, man. I can only attribute it to recent events and affections.

GoldbergsNeedless to say, life has been stressful lately. Work has been shockingly stressful. And I’ve been indulging in the basic comforts of TV sitcoms, which I don’t think I’ve watched since Thursday nights of The Cosby Show and Seinfeld (and we all know how that ended). But I’ve been specifically finding a show called The Goldbergs very comforting and I’ve binged watched about 5 years of episodes in 4 months. This is heavy nostalgia-therapy. Likewise, I’ve been a superfan of Schitt’s Creek for a few years,  (I just bought the key chain; it’s a real piece of Schitt), and that show is very similar to The Goldbergs in their inclusion of highly emotional and unabashedly sentimental moments. When I first started watching The Goldbergs, (which I did because I’ve always found George Segal exceptionally charming, and he does not disappoint here), I would cry at the end of each formulaic episode! It was maddening and wonderful all at the same time. The same can be said for the last two seasons of Schitt’s Creek, which I started watching because I'm a fan of Schitts-creekEugene Levy, Catharine O'Hara and Chris Elliot (all in one show!), but have since developed super crushes on Eugene's real-life son Dan Levy (David) and his fictional sister Annie Murphy (Alexis). These shows make me feel all the feels (as my Millennial colleague likes to say). It all seems like a much needed backlash against posing and the post-modernist antipathy toward feeling feels.

I’m sure this was an influence in my swerve toward tear-jerking, end statements. It may be true, the saying about “no tears for the writer, no tears for the reader” but I've never been particularly interested in creating my own weepers, because as a Generation X human, I'm overly steeped in such posturing and post-modern anti-feels.

Adn you might think the #Metoo movement also influenced this set. The project was planned years ago and just happened to cue up this year. #Meoo was not even a thing. However, I can see traces of influence all through the poems. For one thing, the titles would never have been simply names of women, the common wisdom demanding titles more enticing and varied. But this year I felt very strongly about giving these poems the names of their persons. That was pure #Metoo tribute. It was also some #Metooness to shove the boys into the backseet (literally) very early on, and they stayed there. At least two of the friendships depicted were actually part of triad friendships with a boy member. And I decided to focus on the girl to girl part of it exclusively. I also sought out positive markers of these relationships, which I may not have done last year. And I couldn’t always pull it off but I started with that intention.

It was the same exhausting gauntlet of sweat it always is doing NaPoWriMo in April, just with an added layer of emotional stress. Considering all the drama going on, I’m amazed I made it through them all. I'm sure I have some new gray hairs to show for it.

Here’s the full set:

33 Women

  1. Prologues:
    America 
    When I Was a Bird (Laura) — This poem was written for a 2013 NaPoWriMo challenge but could easily fit here between Jayne and Diana.
  2. Rebecca Nurse
  3. Wilma
  4. Katharine
  5. Estelene
  6. Marla
  7. Krissy
  8. Erin
  9. Jayne
  10. Diana
  11. Lillian
  12. Nathleen
  13. Christy  
  14. Maureen
  15. LeAnne
  16. Mandy
  17. Donna
  18. Jenny
  19. Loren
  20. Mrs. Eichorn
  21. Nellie
  22. Lisa  
  23. The Girls of UMSL
  24. Susan
  25. Julie
  26. Ann
  27. Murph
  28. Natalie
  29. Mean Girls
  30. Screen Star Girls
  31. The Girl on the Train
  32. Epilogue
  33. Letter to Michele, the original story and poem

WigIn the spirit of girlfriends, I’d like to close with this clip sent to me recently by a very good new friend named Mikaela when we were discussing our mutual love of Kristen Wig. 

Thank you Michele. This year’s NaPoWriMo journey was an extraordinary one for me and you inspired it many years ago with the inscription you left in your gift to me the day I left that company with the shark-tank lady. What surprises your friendship continues to provide. I will never forget you.

Poetry’s Tough Love

Writer1Even poets need tough love.

This is a great article for any struggling writer: "7 Things You must Give Up to Become a Successful Writer." I have friends who produce all the excuses listed in this article all the time. And I have my own personal theory that I've believed in for many years: if you don't do it, you don't want to do it. It's not a fail safe theory (in relationships, for example) but it's pretty accurate prediction around vocations and avocations. I actually learned it from the parents of my boyfriend in college. They were commenting about me. It wasn't pleasant but they were right. And it helped me give up something I wasn't all that interested in for something I was very interested in.

People who want to write, they write. People who don’t want to write make excuses.

There's one thing you can say about tough love…it's tough.

Similarly, here is a blog post from earlier this year about feel-good good habits that don't amount to much under the shadow of long, hard work.

A year or so ago we talked about how challenging it is to start and maintain a poetry (or any) podcast,  many moons ago Robert sent me a more current guide for setting up a podcast. Just because it's tough doesn't mean you shouldn't do it.

 

Poetry on the Street

My boss at CNM went to Washington state this summer and came back with some great poetry stories. She met two street vendor poets with portable typewriters. You paid them what you wanted to. Then you gave them a subject prompt. You could wait or come back in ten minutes  and you would get a one-of-a-kind new poem along with a dramatic reading. She picked the subject of “native plants.” This was the poem she received:

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FlowerMy boss also happened upon a flower sculpture in Spokane that you can interact with and receive a poem from a database. It was called the Hello Flower Project.

In Albuquerque and Santa Fe, old cigarette machines have been converted into five-dollar art machines. My desk is full of these $5 art objects. Below is a picture of my favorite two pieces together:

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5-dollarBut I also found evidence of poetry vending machines made from old cigarette machines! Has anyone seen one of these in Vancouver or Philadelphia or in your town? If so, please send me a vending poem! I will return the favor with something versical and lamented!

In other interesting poetry news…

– A writer is creating found poems from David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest. I hope this isn’t Plan B for when actually reading the book seems too hard.

Brian Sonia-Wallace– The Mall of America in Minnesota has a poet in residence named Brian Sonia-Wallace.

– Lisa Ann Markuson is writing haikus for all the U.S. Senators (#PoemsForSenators). To read them visit Twitter

– And My Poetic Side has produced "Behind Bars: 61 Poets Who Went To Jail."

 

Electronic Poetry, Haikus, Travel & Humor

Dead-bookElectronic Poetry

I’ve been investigating electronic poetry and I’ve started tracking my favorite pieces on this list. I’ve broken up them down into auto-generated, visual poems, video things, apps, and interactive.

This summer, a story about auto-generation came out that might disturb some of us. There’s this thing called a Bot Dylan, inspired by you-know-who, that creates machine-generated melodies. Scary thought. And I know auto-generation makes everyone (but auto-generation artists) a little anxious.

But I wonder if it’s really that much of a threat. My Dad and I have this ongoing argument about it. He worked with computers vocationally, (both fixing IBM machines and programming them) and he often thinks about them often conceptually, especially the new artificial intelligence developments with smart phones and Siri.  Does he think auto-generated art will ever replace human art?

I, myself, don’t think it will, (even if it turns out to be well made and aesthetically interesting), just for the fact that we go to human-generated art for the main purpose of connecting with other humans, to hear what other humans have to say about the experiences of being human. If we wanted to know what it felt like to be a machine, we'd ask a machine. It doesn’t matter what the machine is saying. We want a human to be saying it. This is why we feel anxiety around it.

However, my Dad is not so sure and he’s a pretty smart guy so we should probably keep tabs on the situation.

The Bot Dylan

“We didn’t expect any of the machine-generated melodies to be very good,” Dr. Oded Ben-Tal, a music technology expert at Kingston University in London, told The Daily Mail. “But we, and several other musicians we worked with, were really surprised at the quality of the music the system created.”

Of course, electronic literature is technology dependent. Which is a real bummer sometimes. My Kindle keeps freezing on me at lunch and I can’t even read when my Kindle's batteries are dead. I was reading one book the other day and the Kindle crashed and I lost all my underlining. Which was copious! That shit doesn’t happen with paper books. They’re always charged and you never lose your marginalia unless it catches on fire or you accidentally throw it in a river.

eLit is also often very complex, cerebral and meta. I actually like that about it. But a lot of effort goes into making eLit pieces: coming up with a new ideas, programming the thing, distributing it, keeping it from becoming technologically outdated. They are very labor intensive projects.

Haiku

In contrast, you have the haiku. It’s tech free and very simple to write and comprehend. You only need a piece of paper and not all that much ink. Haiku is also something you can tie to your meditative practice. Haiku can be healing and calming. You can spend all your time creating haiku on a train, in a park or on top of a mountain. In contrast, eLit requires some kind of computer and the whole thing might give you carpel tunnel.

I spent the summer with these haiku books:

100frogsOne Hundred Frogs by Hiroaki Sato (1983)

I bought this book used at the 2016 Los Angeles Festival of Books. It’s a collection of translations and re-tellings of the famous Basho haiku about a frog jumping in the water. The book is also a flip-book of sketches of a frog jumping into a pond. I enjoyed the marginalia from the prior reader and tended to like the same meta poems that this person put smiley faces next to.

And it was very meditative to read the same poem written a hundred different ways, as well as a good lesson in various writing styles: couplets, sonnet, limericks, concrete versions, word-for-word translations, transliterations and trans visions (still learning what those are). Basho did his own elongated version, Allen Ginsberg uses the great word “Kerplunk!," one version explicates the poem in terms of samsara, satipatthana and nirvana, one is a pre-modernist variation of formal poetry, one is done in overwritten prose.

Haiku-artHaiku, the sacred art, A Spiritual Practice in Three Lines by Margaret D. McGee (2009)

I also found this on sale at the 2016 book festival. I was reading it with my friend Natalie as part of a healing haiku project we were doing. I finished it recently as part of ArtBrawl political haiku project we started and never finished. The book is a real fusion between Zen, Christianity and a writing guide.

I was at first put off by the biblical passages, feeling it didn’t jive fully with the Buddhist lines. But I started to appreciate McGee’s intention and her wide knowledge of haiku and its connection to Zen Buddhism, and also her willingness to incorporate them into another paradigm, Christianity. She writes from a place of openness and her church seems very inclusive. It’s a short book with haiku exercises and it often explores the spiritual and healing aspects of haiku. She provides both self and group exercises.

BrandiThe World, the World by John Brandi (2013)

I got this book in Santa Fe and it has a good collection of haibun poems. Haibun, a cousin of haiku, are comprised one block of prose followed by one haiku. I did a bunch of them once on a Georgia O’Keefe Museum writing retreat near Abiquiu, New Mexico, and they were fun to do. 

Brandi is a local author and his book includes poems about hiking in Northern New Mexico. He also writes poems about Zen. One poem plays with the idea of hiking as opposed to spending time on LinkedIn. Brandi is also a painter and there are some poems about painting and art culture.

Travel Poems

The second half of the book is where Brandi visits Tibet and India and…they become travel poems. Travel poems are always problematic. They’re a drag to read (unless you’ve been to the location yourself) and I think this is because travel poems are essentially not about the place at all but about the experience of traveling. And almost always these poems are devoid of any self-deprecating humor. They’re overly serious and posturing, even when the poet tries really hard not to be. Somehow they’re like 1950s slideshows that put your parents' friends and relatives to sleep. Poets make great pains to try to avoid this, especially if the trip sounded expensive. They try not to sound like they’re bragging subconsciously about their amazing time and transformative journey. (I attempted a satire of this type of poem in Why Photographer’s Commit Suicide.) Poets are usually self-conscious around issues of privilege and so they try to spin their travel poems in ways to make them sound more like pilgrimages, like there is some kind of universal spiritual experience to justify the poem’s existence. But it never comes across. It always feels contrived.

Humor in Poetry

A good anecdote to this situation would be…a sense of humor, maybe even a self-deprecating one. Humor would make an emotional connection with the reader that would offset the travel-bragging thing. But unfortunately there are some poets, particularly travel poem writers, who are loathe to add any humor into their poems because of a highbrow belief that humor is a cheap strategy or a lesser form of language.

Which has always mystified me because I was raised to believe humor was a higher level of thinking, elevated conceptually and more difficult to devise. It was right up there with logic puzzles and math for my peeps. So to go out into the world and find out “comedy” was a "lesser than" art – this was a shocking eye-opener for me and I have tended to gravitate toward funny writers. I've been lucky because there are plenty of GenerationX writers who specialize in melding highbrow fiction with funny.

In my experience it takes a sophisticated and agile intelligence to be funny. It takes an ability to see the world from other level in the matrix and then to skillfully perform language in a timely way that invokes laughter. It’s hard to do, and I think this is why many writers disparage it. Humor can also disguise great hatreds and aggressions. It can be pretty violent. And likewise, it takes a certain smartness to perceive when that aggression is actually occurring. We don’t say jokes are “over someone's head” for no reason.

So I’m always on the lookout for what academic poets have to say about the craft of funny. I recently read Louise Glück’s new book American Originality: Essays on Poetry. (I’ll do another review of it separately because I have so much to say about it). But in one of her essays, she marks similar anecdotes for the narcissism of confessional poems:  modesty, detachment and humor. She singles out Mark Strand as an example of humor, but she makes sure to note: “not to say he has turned himself into a comedian.” Because that would be bad. A "comedian" is lesser than a serious poet.

Completely mystifying.

And another strange thing about comedy, there are quite a few comedians who hate to explicate the language of comedy. They’re not that dissimilar from poets who hate to explicate poetry (Albert Goldbarth). However, language nuts do like to do this because we like to dissemble sentences to see how language works. So I’m also fascinated by scholars of the funny. WoodyallanWe’ve studied our anger, we’ve studied our guilt. Humor is so much more mysterious. Philosophers have studied humor, including Plato and Aristotle. There was a superiority theory, Freud’s relief theory, the incongruity theory (the unexpected funny). Some reading I was doing for work led me to this very interesting Slate essay on theories of funny including the benign violation theory which addresses angles of comedy that even baffled Aristotle. The essay includes this funny video example to prove one of their theory.

I found another very great intersection of poetry and comedy while watching the TV special Woody Allen Looks at 1967. You can see the full show here.

Fast forward to minute mark 41:50 where there’s a very funny Bonnie and Clyde satire with Woody Allen, John Byner and Liza Minnelli. There’s a short exchange about poetry between Liza Minnelli and John Byner at mark 47:45. It’s not all that long but it explores our ideas of poetry, class consciousness concerning the lowbrow and the highbrow and it does this all within a joke that last less than a minute. Pretty smart.

Slow Learners and The New Yorker Magazine

NewyorkerI’ve always been a very slow learner. It took me a long time to learn to tie my shoes, use a zipper, tell time on anything non-digital, read, figure out what boys wanted, crack the mysteries of office politics. Really painfully slow.

But, and this is a big but, when I figure things out sudden enlightenment comes like a big aha and I go from the bottom of the hill to the peak instantaneously. I’m in remedial reading one day and not improving and then I’m in National Honors Society the following Tuesday and all my brainiac friends are like “WTF are you doing here?”

Okay, so tying my shoes is a bad example. I still can’t really do that very well. But in general I spend a lot of my time confused and in the dark and then…bingo….I get it.

And The New Yorker Magazine is another example of this. When I was at Sarah Lawrence all my writer friends seemed to be reading The New Yorker. I tried it then but there weren’t enough pictures. The text was oppressively text-y. The poems seemed obtuse. I even tried multiple times over the years since then. If some pretentious person had the magazine displayed prominently on their coffee table or if my writer friends still were subscribing, although always with the comment, “I love this magazine but I never have time to read it.” And then recently at CNM even my coworkers were talking about it and sharing links to it. Huh. What is wrong with me? You can’t force these things.

But suddenly in 2016 I was offered a deeply discounted short subscription to the magazine through the college and I’ve been glued to it ever since. All the other magazines coming into the house, (I’m being gifted quite a few right now), are being literally ignored, except for the celebrity rag I’m reading in the bathtub because I don’t care if it gets wet. I even stopped my subscription after 6 months because I was feeling anxious that it would take me two years to get through just 2016 issues and  I didn't want to miss anything. So I cancelled it because I liked it.

My favorite articles are pieces about visual artists and writers. There have been three good articles on poets and writers so far.

Insurance Man: The life and art of Wallace Stevens

Like The New Yorker, I’ve often tried to like Wallace Stevens. People I know who love Wallace Stevens love him very passionately. They work hard to understand the poems and they feel like extra time is worth it. Two classes I've recently taken in Modernism helped me find a few poems to get into, my favorite is probably "The Man on the Dump." But I’m not rushing out to find any Wallace Stevens books. This book review didn’t really change that feeling but it was very interesting for two reasons:

For uncovering his political beliefs:

“Stevens made haplessly clumsy allusions to social and political tensions of the time, though he was “a Hoover Republican,” Mariani writes, and also an admirer of Mussolini for rather longer than is comfortably excused as a common myopia of the time. He was no better than most white men of his class in point of casual racism and anti-Semitism, though fewer such toxins leak into his poetry than into that of Eliot or Pound. In verse, Stevens transcended anything mean or petty in himself, but for art’s sake; he wasn’t much given to moral scruple."

And his office personality:

“Stevens continued to go to work each day into his seventies, even after surgery for a stomach obstruction revealed a metastasizing cancer. He was too august at the firm to be let go, but he was never popular there. His boss remarked, “Unless they told me he had a heart attack, I never would have known he had a heart.”

Ouch.

Design for Living: What’s Great About Goethe?

This was another good piece of biography which also covered the reasons why Goethe isn’t so popular now with English-speaking readers, possibly due to his obsession for leading a mentally healthy life. That sort of impulse is not very en vogue with us this century after we re-imagined our judgements about mental illness. In our time, artistic madness is appreciated, the whole “living on the edge” thing. The author compares the sentiment around madness before and after Beethoven, a contemporary of Goethe, came on the scene. Fascinating.

Another good one in these times of political anxiety: Adrienne Rich’s Poetic Transformations.

Like Wallace Stevens, I’ve also struggled to connect with Adrienne Rich, although I appreciate writers' appreciation of her. I had a book signed by her once at The Dodge Poetry Festival back in the 1990s  and she seemed a bit stern and cold while signing books. But coming across Rich in continuing education courses keeps me trying.

Someday I’ll get it.

Poet Movies: Elizabeth Bishop and Emily Dickinson

Bishop-writingI’ve been in the mood for some movies about writers so I checked out this one from Amazon, the only way I know how to rent movies anymore since Netflix isn't in the movie business anymore: Reaching for the Moon, the 2013 film about Elizabeth Bishop and her lover Maria Carlota Costellat de Macedo Soares.

It was very long but I enjoyed it. Glória Pires was charming as Lota and Miranda Otto was suitably dowdy as Elizabeth Bishop. In fact, Bishop is portrayed much less coldly than I imagined she would be. And I must say, I always assumed Carlota died of cancer; I didn’t realize what actually happened (no spoiler alert here).

Treat Williams, whom I had a crush on when the movie Hair came out, played Robert Lowell in two small scenes involving the poem “One Art.” Two love poems are also featured: “The Shampoo”  and “Close, Close All Night."  Here’s the scene with from the movie with the later poem.  “Insomnia” is also featured as the relationship starts to falter.  There are many scenes with Bishop struggling to write or work out issues in poems, primarily in her Brazilian studio designed by Lota, who was a famous architect in Brazil. It was during this period that Bishop’s book North and South was published and won the Pulitzer Prize.  The setting and performances are top notch.

New York Times Review

The New Yorker about the poem “The Art of Losing”

Dickinson-movieThere’s also a new movie in theaters now about Emily Dickinson, A Quiet Passion. It is me or do both of these movies have dull titles? I haven’t seen this one because I live where independent movies are slow to reach. But the reviews sound great.

Here’s the trailer.

Vox Review

The New Yorker Review

NPR Review

The New York Times Review says this movie is about “the mind of someone who lived completely in her time.” They also say the film “refuses the obvious,” is “visually gorgeous” with lyrical camera work that reflects Dickinson's poems. I also like that Cynthia Nixon recites stanzas of Dickinson’s poems instead of doing voice-over narration.  This is another 2-hour epic. Telling the lives of poets takes a while.

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