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52 Haiku, Week 6

I've decided in the last week I was adding a lot of anxiety to my situation and that I need to reconfigure how I "am" around everyone I encounter over the next week and a half. This exercise helps.

The Prompt: Now

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

'Today I am" is the essential condition and that is no other than the essence of Zen Buddhism.
            –
Eido Roshi

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

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My Haiku

…inspired by the drawing. 

Wind through the branches
Seasons of the century
Leaf by leaf by leaf

The Reflection

A tree came to me as my image of the now, the long, dramatic life of a tree, harassed by all the elements, overlooked by many, but outlasting all the seasons of its life. 

 

Now it's all you.

 

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:

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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 3

KcsnowThis is a Kansas City Star photograph of recent snowfall in the city. It also reflects the gloom of our last week.

So much changes in a week. Last post I was talking about a recycled, repeated past; this week we feel unfettered and lost in a disappearing past.

The Prompt: Fundamentals we take for granted

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

As fish dart through the water, they are forgetful of water; as birds fly in the breeze, they are not conscious that there is a breeze. Discern this and you can transcend the burden of things and enjoy natural potential. 
            – Huanchu Daoren

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

So my sumi board isn't really working out. Or else Albuquerque water isn't working out. Each drawing is leaving a trace of past drawings.

This quote made me think about 'things we take for granted' as living beings: water, air…and time, especially time with loved ones. Monsieur Big Bang inherited a grandfather clock last weekend which we drove back to Albuquerque through the snow. It's looming pretense was in my eye line as I was working on this. I was pretty intimidated trying to draw a grandfather clock on the sumi board so I did a sketch first.

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My Haiku

…inspired by the drawing. 

Water, wind and time:
all the torrents and simmers.
The clock stops at five.

The Reflection

Donna Lee McCray (March 12, 1931 – February 25, 2019)

 

Now it's yours.

 

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.

Books to Read: Confessional to Experimental

Even though my life was out of control last year, I did manage to keep reading…to keep sane! These books below were worth talking about.


WhoreadsWho Reads Poetry, 50 Views from Poetry Magazine

This slim book is an anthology of essays from Poetry magazine, non-poets who read poetry and what they get out of it, from scientists to doctors to war correspondents. It was a bit dry but interesting to me. I like that Poetry magazine is searching for relevance outside of poetry writers. I'm not sure what was missing for me, but something was. I'll keep thinking about it. The essays are filled with great thoughts though, lots of quotable material. A few examples:

American Philosopher Richard Rorty talks about poetry as friendship, “I now wish I had spent somewhat more of my life with verse. This is not because I fear having missed out on truths that are incapable of statement in prose…rather, it is because I would have lived more fully if I had been able to rattle off more old chestnuts–just as I would have if I had made more close friends.”

Tex expert Xeni Jardin talks about poetry like a machine, “Poetry is, you might say, the command-line prompt of the human operating system, a stream of characters that calls forth action, that elicits response.”

PBS NewsHour correspondent Jeffrey Brown quotes Haitian poet Frankétienne with a very pragmatic view, “Words cannot save the world” and Brown continues, “Look around you, see the destruction, the stupidity, the despair, and you have to believe he’s right. And yet an account must be given.”

ResiduumResiduum by Martin Rock was finally a poetry experiment worth reading. These are cross out experiments that read like real time edits. Poems go in multiple directions at once. Some edits are around truth or specificity or political correctness or just the political. My first fear was this is gonna suck. It did not suck. The branches were illuminating. There are not so many poems in the book that it feels overwhelming. Also, each poem is framed by a black and white photo of a machine circuit and a body circuit which plays on the idea of circuits in thinking and the writing process.

There are probably many strategies for reading these, but I approached it by reading the crossed out words first and then backing up and reading the rewrite. It can be read like conscious corrections of the unconscious. They’re impossible to quote, but here are some examples (click to enlarge):

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TwinTwin Cities by Carol Muske-Dukes

Taking about Residuum to a friend, we also discussed how tired we were of  reading generic confessionals from the 80s, the cryptic one and a half pagers we all used to write (and I still do!). The form is dead and old, we decided. We were hungry for experiments done well.

When I picked up this book I thought it would be more of that. And there are poems like that, Muske-Dukes process the death of her husband and a childhood in the Twin Cities of Minnesota. But there were some great things in here too, like “Condolence Note: Los Angeles about sending condolences in the modern era, “River Road,” a compact thing of grief, “Heroine” a poem essay about Jane Eyre and Rochester and the problems of this couple:

"Except for the matter of the thread, the breath-colored
Filament linking two hearts with pretty much nothing
In common. The thread pulses like a Bronte umbilical,
Which it is.."

There’s also a great poem about hate mail, called…"Hate Mail.”  And the best poem was almost a kind of response about the limits of confessional poems, a poem called “Parrot” which ends:

I think I know, the Parrot protests. I honestly think
I know, but I am so tired of squawking the same
Profound shimmering insights–& nobody listening!

So the old style does not lose value with the new.


PoeticsEarly last year while visiting Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, for a hot springs soak at Fire Water Lodge (they accept pets), I found this used book,
Poetics, Essays on the Art of Poetry, edited by paul Mariani and George Murphy. It’s filled with the essays of poets extolled in my undergrad and graduate classes and is filled with the au courant thinking about poetry circa the late 70s and early 80s.

Jonathan Holden talks about “where we are now” with modernism and postmodernism: “…the revolution has left the poet in America a bureaucratic specialist isolated in a university as in a laboratory, conducting endless experiments with poetic form, and in an adversary relation to general culture.”

Paul Breslin talks about how to read a contemporary poem: “It has a stock rhetoric of portentousness, and all too often its mysteries are only the trivial mystification of cant and code.”

Charles Simic talks about negative culpability, uncertainties and the positions you take as a poet: “One can say with some confidence that the poet writing today can no longer be bound to any one standpoint, that he no longer has the option of being a surrealist or an imagist fifty years after and to the exclusion of everything else that has been understood since.”

Brendan Galvin writes about compassion and writing “close to the bone” that becomes self indulgence: “…real frisson doesn’t come from hyperbole, but from understatement.”

Galway Kinnell writes about self absorption and the school of self dissection: “The poetry of this century is marked by extreme self-absorption. So we have been a “school” of self-dissection, the so-called confessional poets, who sometimes strike me as being interested in their own experience to the exclusion of everyone else’s.”

Tess Gallagher writes about poetry as a reservoir for grief and the communication of poems to their audiences: “Poems, through ambiguity and the enrichments of images and metaphor, invite our returns.”

Sandra Gilbert talks about the poems of self-definition and modern views about female confession and the madwoman trope: “Men tell her that she is a muse. Yet she knows that she is not a muse…men tell her she is the angel in the house, yet she doesn’t feel angelic, and wonders, therefore, if she is a devil, a witch….Men tell her that she is Molly Bloom, Mother Earth, Istar, a fertility goddess…They tell her….that she should not mean but be.”

Alicia Ostriker talks about the female divided self and covers poets from Anne Bradstreet to Lucille Clifton in four categories: authenticity, anatomy, sexual politics, and love poetry: “Raised up to be narcissists, which is a game every woman ultimately loses, we must laugh that we many not weep.”

Howard Nemerov talks about image and metaphor (loved this so much I bought his book of essays): “I will add that one can love a poet without being either cajoled or bulldozed into believing his theories.“

Robert Hass talks about rhythm and prosody: “Free-verse poems do not commit themselves so soon to a particular order, but they are poems so they commit themselves to the idea of its possibility, and, as soon as recurrences begin to develop, an order begins to emerge.” and “Two is an exchange, three is a circle of energy, Lewis Hyde has said, talking about economics.”

Stanley Plumly talks about silences: “That remarkable tension between how and why, the lyric and the dramatic, between lingering and needing to go on, between the horizontal rhythm of the line and the vertical rhythm of the story, with the balance always favoring the movement down, is what gives free verse its authority."

Stephen Dobyns talks about metaphor and memory: “…it is the ability of metaphor to elicit large non-verbal perceptions that is one of the great strengths of poetry and what can make a poem immediately convincing.”

William Matthews writes about poetry as knowledge: “A writer who speaks of having something to say is almost always doomed by that obligation to bad writing, unless he or she is willing to append: ‘but I don’t yet know what it is.’”

William Stafford writes about diction: “Where words come into consciousness, baffles me.”

Michael Ryan talks about primordial images: “I think if there is anything in us that is purely preliterate and unconscious, it is rhythm. We are subject to its influences incessantly, and our lives depend on it”

Lisel Muller talks about germanic and romance words (my copy is missing the final pages of this essay but I really enjoyed it): “The tradition of French poetry, Bonnefoy says, is abstract; it deals with essences. French poets want generic words, unlike English ones, who want the specific.”

Robert Pack talks about silences, Caesuras, and ellipses.

Denise Levertov writes about the function of the line: “The fact is, they are confused about what the line is at all, and consequently some of our best and most influential poets have increasingly turned to the prose paragraph for what I feel are the wrong reasons–less from a sense of the peculiar virtues of the prose poem than from a despair of making sense of the line.”

Marvin Bell writes about re-reading and learning about rhetoric: “…the great achievements of American poetry have been essentially rhetorical, those of rhetoric rather than of image and metaphor, or of imagination, structure and vision” and “…the poem is primarily a set of rhetorical maneuvers.”

Conspicuous Poetry Consumption: Finger Puppets

PuppetsWhen I was in New York City recently I found a Walt Whitman finger puppet at the Museum of the City of New York. They're made by Magnetic Personalities and so I went online to try to collect more. They're finger puppets with little magnets in the backs of their heads. I’m trying to figure out how to get a fridge into my home office.

I had a real hard time choosing my puppets. There were so many, literally hundreds of writers alone! I decided to focus on American writers, and mostly poets or other writers who have inspired me. I wanted as many women poets as I could find. I also looked for puppets of color and there were only three (James Baldwin, Zora Neal Hurston and Langston Hughes), a depressingly small number.

Where’s Richard Wright? He’s one of my favorite writers.  I’m not a big fan of Hurston and I haven’t read enough of Baldwin, unfortunately. But I snapped up Hughes. I’m hoping more puppets of color are created, including some American Indian and Hispanic puppets. And more women.

HughesbookThey come with little mini cards that each include a photo, their dates of birth/death, one indicative quote and a mini-bio. So fun!

Synopsis of the ones I just purchased (in order of those pictured above):

Edgar Allan Poe
“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?

His bio: Lifetime of disappointment, illness, poverty, mental anguish, dark genius, classic horror stories, helped define his genre, “his haunting poem of love lost, The Raven, is among the most famous in the world," father of the short story, the detective story "as well as an early innovator of science fiction."

Walt Whitman
“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”

His bio: Spirited, self published, continued to revise and augment Leaves of Grass, introduced a "distinctive American voice extolling his country’s democratic spirit," critics dismissed his original style and sexual themes, admirers included Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau and Bram Stoker.

Mark Twain
“Against the assault of Laughter nothing can hold.”

His bio: "Led a life of adventure, both real and invented," Mississippi steamboat pilot, prospector, journalist, "humorous writings and flamboyant personality made him one of the most popular celebrities of his time," Mark Twain is a Mississippi river pilot term meaning two fathoms deep (12 feet), the depth required for a steamboat to navigate through.

Emily Dickinson
"As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.”

Her bio: Brilliant, unconventional punctuation, poems have no titles, 2,500 poems survive and about 1,000 letters and her herbarium.

Langston Hughes
“I, too, sing America.”

His bio: A playwright, newspaper columnist, novelist, best known for his poetry, was the first African American poet to earn his living by writing and lecturing, was "discouraged by both black and white critics—for different reasons—but found his audience….” 

Dorothy Parker
“Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.”

Her bio: Founding member of the Algonquin Round Table, wrote poems, short stories, screenplay, theater reviews, sarcastic wit, model for independent, intelligent literary women.

PlathbookSylvia Plath
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am.” –The Bell Jar

Her bio: Pulitzer Prize winning poet, semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar has never gone out of print over 50 years.

Kurt Vonnegut
“So it goes.” –Slaughterhouse-Five

His bio: Harsh, humorous portrayal of modern society, counter-culture hero, a prisoner of war during the firebombing of Dresden, anti-war, pro-civil liberties humanist, novels best sellers and classics.

 

I love these little guys. And I guess this gives you something to aspire to. Someday I can only hope to be a finger puppet too.

Intro to 52 Haiku

ZenbythebrushI’m starting a new online class Monday on Digital Storytelling, which I’m hoping will lead to a series of hands-on classes on Digital Storytelling that I can twist into poetry projects. I loved my last digital lit class, Electronic Literature, which led me to one or two books about digital lit. But I’m half experiment-lover and half Luddite so whenever I do this electronic lit stuff I always want to try to ground myself in something very physical around writing. This usually turns out to be haiku, which can be very quiet and tactile.

So I haven’t forgotten my 52 haiku project (which got shafted in last year's drama) and I hope to start this in the next few weeks: one haiku prompt a week for 52 weeks. I’ve added the component of Sumi ink drawing to it (for something even more tactile: haikus with little drawings. Truth: I utterly suck and drawing but I’ve purchased two things for the project:

  1. A Sumi ink kit  (right)Ink-kit
  2. The kit Zen By the Brush (above) with an ink board and a book that provides 25 prompts to get us started. The ink board is supposed to help you deal with non attachment because you have to erase every drawing you do. 

So once a week I’ll post the prompt, my haiku and drawing and any other experience with it. Anybody can work along with me now or in a few months down the line or in a few years when you come across this post in the backwaters of the Internets.

This will be the instruction each week:

  1. Read the prompt (some will be haiku, some will not).
  2. Meditate on the prompt.
  3. Write a haiku.
  4. Draw something in the style of a Sumi drawings as a companion to your new ku.

Sumi-aliens
Researching this project, I came across a very cool Aliens Sumi ink drawing by a modern Sumi artist who attributes this work to Qi Baishi (齐白石). Read more about it.

  

2018 Book Reviews

I haven’t been blogging but I have been reading. Here's a roll-up of some of the books of poetry I've read this year.

Southwestern Poets

Looking Back to Place

This is a very small run of an anthology of New Mexico poets, published by the Harwood Arts Center in Albuquerque. I couldn't even find a photo of the book jacket online. Lame. The back cover talks about people’s relationship to place and how place is sacred, etc. But it wasn’t a very satisfying look at the place that is New Mexico. There were few good NM poems but the scope was not limited to this state. Jill Battson had two good poems: “Lightning” and “As Seen from New Mexico” and Maresa Irene Thompson’s “What Water Means to Desert People” was great. I probably has higher expectations since the project was such a locally produced one.


HcpHigh Plains Poems

I found the complete opposite result with Inez Hunt’s High Country Poems. Obviously self-published but I managed to find that cover online! This is a book I found in Las Vegas, New Mexico, at the very fine local bookstore there, Tome on the Range. Yes, the book looks awfully self-published and by that I mean bad graphics, bad layout, bad titles and really distracting backgrounds. The book practically reeks of bad design ideas. Did I mention the complete font overdo on every poem? But guess what? Looks are deceiving.  Yes, the poems are classic, stereotypical western poems. But the writing was so much better than your average cowboy poet. I now wildly speculate that Inez Hunt was simply out of print and some friend or family member put together this anthology of her best poems out of kindness and respect. I’m not 100% on this theory but she apparently did leave poems to her daughter and now here we are with this great thing.

Excerpts from "Ghost Town House"

…storms strike hard
To shake the chinking loose
And cold settles in a down-draft
Through a sodden flue.
Glass shatters or is stolen,
Leaving hungry holes.

The floors break through
Where memory grows too heavy for the joist.
The rats gnaw tediously along with Time
In little bites.

RiverWith the River on Our Faces

On a recent trip to Arizona, I picked up With the River on Our Faces by Emmy Perez at the University bookstore in Tuscon. Perez’s poems of place depict Southern Texas and El Paso. Perez also writes Rio Grande poems and poems about border politics.  “The History of Silence” was the best poem inside and I wished I could find the long poem transcribed online so I could include it in my Poems for Dictators list. Her poems are meandering like rivers and occasionally remote. Some of her gaps are too mystifying and obscure, but there’s a 2016 poem that mentions Trump’s wall.  

 

MoraAqua Santa, Holy Water

Pat Mora books always feels like a good poetry deal to me. This book covers all forms of water topics: the sea, rivers, rain, birth and general wetness. It’s about women and water, about danger, slyness, erotica, Frida Kahlo. The poems have some great titles, like “Coatlicue’s Rules: Advice from an Aztec Goddess” and “Malinche’s Tips.” This poem invokes the landscape of the southwest that I feel and smell everyday. Mora also gets political about borders in poems like “La Migra” ("Let’s play La Migra /I’ll be the Boarder Patrol.”)

The amazing poem “Let Us Hold Hands” is often posted online as a healing or political poem performed in a convocation.  

  

BuzzingBuzzing Hemispheres

I also picked up the book Buzzing Hemisphere by Urayoan Noel in Tuscon under the faculty authors section. This is an amazingly experimental book about translation. Poems are in Spanish and English but never strictly translated. Noel takes liberties with his own poems! The book is also about borders between hemispheres, politically speaking, and the hemispheres of the brain. Noel uses language experiments with word play, spacing, bolding, layout, numerics, letter casing, and experiments in word choice for his translations. For instance, in English the word might be “musicians” but in Spanish the word is “mercenario.” So translations become inter-textural! And some of these experiments are no small feat (pun intended). There’s a form he calls a Sunnet in there, a syllabic staircase sonnet that manages a mono-rhyme poem with the correct syllabics in both Spanish and English. There are also poems that use Google Translate, anagrams created with anagram apps (one called United States shaped into a concrete poem), poems translated from spoken word. English and Spanish are shuffled around.

For anyone interested in the art of translation, this is a great book for you.

  

Poets and Poetry

RulesThis year I also read Mary Oliver’s primer on formal poems, Rules for the Dance. This is a good textbook for writing in meter and forms with plenty of sample poems at the end.

Recently, my parents moved from Lancaster County in Pennsylvania (where they retired) to Cleveland, Ohio, where my brother lives. I spent two weeks in late 2016 helping them comb through 30 years of stuff and stage it for removal to local charities or trash. My mom and I have never particularly shared the same interests in books. She likes historical fiction and I like experimental fiction (as a kid I liked scary fiction!). But anyway, in her stack of books to give away she had a book called Poe & Fanny, a novel by John May, an historical novel about a literary figure, Edgar Allan Poe, about a particular time in his life. So as historical fiction, the story is highly speculative but it portrays a very historically detailed account of Edgar Allan Poe’s time in New York City.

PoeIt takes place right at the time his most famous poem, “The Raven,” had been published. Poe was living with his wife and mother-in-law (who were also his cousin and Aunt) and explores an affair he was having with one of his admirers, up-and-coming poet Fanny Osgood. The novel doesn’t really prove an affair happened but offers an interesting possibility.

Chapters switch points of view between Poe, Fanny, his mother in law and his editor friend Willis.

 The books reads like a historical fiction but there are interesting parts of academic considerations, like on page 25 where you learn in detail about the feud between Poe and Longfellow, which apparently was more of a paid editorial intended to drum up subscriptions for the offending paper. Author John May considers what Poe might have really thought of Longfellow as a writer, his meter, awkwardness and poetic ambition.

Pages 39 and 52 talk about “The Raven” specifically, it’s reception and explication. Fanny meditates on the poem’s sorrow, finds it emotionally compelling, and appreciates its vitality and gravitational pull. She insists the meter is a reflection of the heartbeat. Poe’s friend Willis later considers the poem's use of the name Lenore as a rhymed code word for Poe’s wife Sissy. Willis explores connotations and word derivations in the poem and about Poe’s wife’s impending death of tuberculosis.

 Page 64 depicts Poe’s famous recitations of the poem and his affinity with women.

The end of the book includes real poems from Poe and Fanny both referenced in the novel and poems that might reveal evidence of an affair.

Politics

RevmemThe violence and violent rhetoric in America has been very depressing this year. So it was comforting to read the book Revolutionary Memory, Recovering the Poetry of the American Left by Cary Nelson. I learned about this book from a MOOC I took last year on Modernism from the University of Illinois. Nelson hasn’t published an anthology of labor poems yet (and most of these poets are out of print) but this book serves as a veritable introduction to leftist poetry and how it was suppressed out of public consciousness in the 1950s.

Many of the new MOOCs on Modernism are starting to explore more marginalized poets as a refreshing alternative from the academic canon. This includes poets of color writing at the time, not just the Harlem Renaissance but writers who are Asian and American Indian. Nelson also explores the political writers who were all persecuted during the McCarthy Red Scare era which hit hard both Hollywood and academia. Turns out, McCarthyism is still hitting academia hard because these poets are never taught as part of the Modernist era, although they were published in the 30s, 40s and 50s. Langston Hughes is the exception that proves the rule. He is taught widely as part of the Modern Harlem Renaissance but his most most political poems are always excluded.

Nelson reintroduces many poems written about and during the early 20th century labor movement, poems about the Spanish Civil War, and poems about political speech, all which have been essentially erased from our social memory but also from the history of American poetry.

This is a fascinating look at a whole lost genre of poetry, which oddly wasn’t even recovered and repurposed during the civil rights struggles of the 1960s.

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