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30 Poems About Language

LanguageI'm five days into National Poetry Writing Month and to help me get through the marathon I've set up a theme for myself, poems about language. This was partially inspired by the Al Filreis' ModPo MOOC course I completed last year. 

Each poem incorporates two famous sayings or quotes in the text. So far I've been writing about how language compares to what is, writing as a threat to tell, writing as journey vs. writing as truth vs. writing as representation vs. writing to make a commodity, the ability of poetry to be progressive, and language theory.

Of course these are not polished and perfect little pieces. The goal is to pop one out every day. That means you only get a few hours to conceive, draft it out and revise. No workshopping. No morning after. Lots of regrets. But maybe learning to live with regret is the lesson.

You can read my progress at http://hellopoetry.com/mary-mccray/

This is the second year I've used the Hello Poetry site and it has been a good board for meeting other poets and watching reading trends.

The graphic above comes from a site on Language from the University of Minnisota.

   

A Book About Food

EarLoved reading The Hungry Ear, Poems of Food & Drink edited by Kevin Young. This book does something I've been saying poetry should do: present around a subject of study. This could be the way into non-poetry-readers hearts and minds. I mean, who doesn't know a foodie they can give this book to?

Scientists would likely love science poems. Artists would likely love a collection of ekphrastic poetry, welders would love poems about welding. And foodies would love poems about food. Because they love to eulogize food. And bingo! Poets eulogize stuff. Foodies would love to dig deeper into the nature of food with this book, love to think beyond the cookbook, beyond essays about food or cultural food studies. This book is full of (figuratively) juicy little spirituals about food.

Poetry can spread if the gifts of poetry are presented around a subject.

I did wonder about the order of the poems. You'd find three onion poems in a row. I can't decid whether or not that was a good thing (variations on an onion) or too much onion (the poems weren't stirred up enough).

But there are many beautiful poems here, many new to me (Joy Harjo's ode to the kitchen table "Perhaps the World Ends Here") and some old favorites (Tom Lux's "Refrigerator, 1957" to William Carlos Williams' "This is Just to Say"). My favorite section was one called Short Orders about restaurant food. 

   

National Poetry Month 2014

NPM_Poster2014_NewsletterNational Poetry Writing Month for 2014 is just two days away!

I've been so busy this year, I almost forgot it was coming. But I'm up for the challenge again!

I will be doing a poem a day for the month and posting it on Hello Poetry: http://hellopoetry.com/mary-mccray/. You can read more about the NaPoWriMo challenge here: http://www.napowrimo.net/

My parents are visiting us half-way through the month for a week and a half so I've constructed a theme for myself this year, 30 Poems about Language, and will be sampling aphorisms in each poem to help me get it done while hosting company and going to family reunions.

Another poetry month activity I would recommend is a daily check-in to the poetry blog tour on Savvy Verse & Wit. I had a lot of fun last year following the various daily bloggers and their posts, which ranged from discussions of individual poets to ideas for poetry projects to little chats about all aspects of poetry.

   

A Book About the Philosophy of Writing Poetry

NineI really enjoyed this book of essays by Jane Hirshfield called Nine Gates, Entering the Mind of Poetry. But I was predisposed to like it because the floating spirituality and humor of Zen Buddhism appeals to me.

This book is a dense, philosophical meditation and is difficult in its own way. I would not recommend it to beginners.

Hirshfield's studies more advanced topics of poetry, such as the nature of attention and concentration (an essay I found hard to concentrate on), a detailed study of her own translations of Japanese poets, what originality really means. She discusses economy, quietness, writing as experiencing, words as probes, the poet as a complicated being, the life of words on paper and via sound, the spiritual path of the writer.

Some concise balanced summaries on the history and trends of modernism and post-modernism can be found in various places as well as mediations on the tensions between formalists and conceptualists.

Her study on the issues of translations was particularly interesting. She studies the cultural gaps between Japanese and American poetics and her strategies to cover those gaps.

My job as a consultant to ICANN is to help post translated materials to their web site in various languages. As I was reading Hirshfields chapter on translation, this ICANN video was published about how difficult (but absolutely necessary) translation work can be. ICANN is a good example of translation's necessity. As decisions about Internet functionality and governance are made, stakeholders from around the world need to have access to understanding how those decisions are being made.

If only readers could see themselves as "stakeholders" in both social and spiritual world events and see poems as "documents" providing valuable information, as important as a statement of intent, action plan, treaty or memorandum of understanding.

   

Poets on Cable TV

JdPoets on International Cable News!

Last week I went to Phoenix to see the opening show of Cher's Dressed to Kill tour. While Monsieur Big Bang and I were there we flipped through the channels of our hotel's cable and stumbled upon RT TV or Russia Today. Similar to CNN, this cable news station is apparently gaining popularity in the US. According to Wikipedia, "In 2011 it was the second most-watched foreign news channel in the U.S. after BBC World News."

As we tuned in, the show airing referred to RT as "radical thought" and first aired a soapbox video from a gun advocate and his suspicions about the US government. That was followed by the "spoken word artist" Jamie Dunmore reading an environmental poem called "My Call to Humanity" in full and live on the program. I was stunned at how much airtime this show gave him. And then, as if that wasn't radical enough, they interviewed him about his thoughts on how to challenge government propaganda and consumerism! Crazy!

Watch his peformance on RT
See the RT Interview
Read the poem
See other YouTube performances
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GhostadvPoets on Ghost Hunting Reality Shows!

When I came home from seeing Cher in Phoenix, I immediately had started a week of nightshift work supporting the website of ICANN during their Singapore meeting. To keep myself awake, I watched crime shows like Snapped or anything on ID network, or, if Monsieur Big Bang is up, we like to watch ghost shows.

I must say, I'm not always convinced these shows find any ghostly evidence. I think most of what spooks us can be explained by normal events. The rest is either wishful seeking or will explained some day by future scientific discoveries. That is not to say I don't believe in life after death or ghosts per se. I am just not convinced these shows have found the chatty corpse. However, I am addicted to these shows nonetheless.

I'm fascinated by what spooks us and am  fascinated by a good old ghost story, the ability to tell a story that seizes the heart of the listener and manipulates their fears. There's a craft to it. Torhoue

So I was thrilled last night when I came upon an episode of Ghost Adventures from Season 7 in 2012 called "Tor House." The house was built in Carmel, California, by poet Robinson Jeffers and show spends a good portion of the beginning with readings of Jeffers' poetry, particularly as it relates to the location and his theories about ghosts. 

They read his poem "The Ghost" in full at the top of the show.

There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill
Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, all made of rough sea rock
And Portland cement. I imagine, fifty years from now,
A mist-gray figure moping about this place in mad moonlight, examining
the mortar-joints, pawing the

Parasite ivy: "Does the place stand? How did it take that last earthquake?" Then someone comes
From the house-door, taking a poodle for his bedtime walk. The dog snarls and retreats; the man
Stands rigid, saying "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Nothing to hurt you," it answers, "I am just looking
At the walls that I built. I see that you have played hell
With the trees that I planted." "There has to be room for people," he answers. "My God," he says, "That still!"

The ghost hunters speculate on his predictions in the poem and the coincidences they have Robisonjeffersexperienced during their production of the episode, which is the 50th anniversary of his death at the house in 1962.

This is one of many favorite uses, among many, of poetry: going beyond aesthetics to mine poetry for practical information based on a topic, in this case ghosts.

The show's participants sat around a table and thumbed through Jeffers' books of poetry, asking questions and looking for clues to his theories about the paranormal, particularly his Stone Tape Theory which they describe and find evidence of in his poem called "Carmel Point"

The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses—
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;   
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rock-heads—
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide   
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty   
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.—As for us:   
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.
 

Particularly they focus on the line "lives in the very grain of the granite." They also find something in the poem "Granite and Cypress."

Then they do a full, dramatic "on location" reading of the poem "Inscription for the Gravestone." Their shared performance of the poem are both funny and moving. I'm amazied just that they are doing it!

In discussing his death bed, they read from "The Bed by the Window."

I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed
When we built the house, it is ready waiting,
Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects
Its latter purpose. I often regard it,
With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalled
That they kill each other and a crystalline interest
Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to finish;
And then it will sound rather like music
When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky
Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: 'Come, Jeffers.'

Then they interview the staff. Archivist/writer Joan (Meyers) Hendrickson tells of a ghostly experience she had where she heard keys jangling in the lock and saw an apparition cross a room to a window. She wrote a poem about the experience called "Revenant" which she reads on the show. I loved her line, "the long deceased stone mason come to visit the reliquary that held his heart".

Like all ghost shows, this one finds random, non sequitur EVPs (electronic voice phenomena) and possibly a video apparition outside Hawk Tower which could be explained by video calibration. They do debunk some orbs and the humming of a piano wires which occurs when the host starts to talk too loud.

You get a tour of the beautiful grounds of Tor House and the coast of California and learn a bit about Robinson and his mystic-wife Una. You see the artifacts of his life including his writing desk. It was like visiting a writers house on Book TV but with an EVP recorder and a SB7 spirit box.

The Travel Channel page on the show with clips from the show
Access to watch the full episode on Amazon or iTunes

  

Saturday Moment of Craft: Thought as Ordering

PoetryYears ago at a library booksale, I grabbed this paperback 1959 book, Poetry, A Modern Guide to its Understanding and Enjoyment by Elizabeth Drew from The Laurel Poetry Series.

I was struck by how tiny the page font was all the way back there in modernity.

Opening to a random page to find my marginalia, I came across a great passage on ordering, which hearkens back to one of my favorite guides, Thinking in Writing by Donald McQuade and Robert Atwan.

This quote is from the chapter on Imagery, which starts with the phrase quote "Saying one thing and meaning another" by Robert Frost.

It was Aristotle who first said that metaphor was essential to poetry and was the one thing that the poet could not be taught. It's an intuitive perception of similarities between dissimilars…

…"All thought is sorting," says I.A. Richards, and the poet's achievement is the result of this process"…

Drew then paraphrases T.S. Eliot in saying:

the fine poet doesn't take everything he finds as of equal value. He "sorts" it. It is quite as easy to have too many images as too few. Unlike a logical argument, a poem is not the sum of its individual parts; it's a pattern of living relationships among statements and images, the way they kindle or support of modify one another by the poet's arrangement.

In relation to my response to Susan Howe's organization of her thoughts on Emily Dickinson over the last two weeks, I've been thinking of all the pleasures I get from acts of sorting: sorting papers from an old box found in the garage, sorting during spring cleaning or before a garage sale, sorting laundry, sorting my candy skittles by color before eating them, sorting my lucky charms. Not all poets enjoy the sorted world or the futile act of trying to sort out the world. I've noticed this seems to stem from a fact of temperament.

On the Strength Finders test, one of my five strengths was connection. I naturally zip to what is "like" versus what is "unlike." I'm like this in work and social situations, as well, always thrilled to find out what I have in common with those I meet.

One of my best friends tested high in naturally seeing difference between people, honing in on individual singularity. I feel this would make her a great novelist. She's a connoisseur of characters while my mind is busy creating bridges.

 

A Book About What Emily Was Reading

MyedMy Emily Dickinson by Susan Howe: this was both an worthwhile and frustrating read. I would describe it as meditative, fractured scholarship because it's not organized in the classical sense. By design it's more scattered, anecdotal. That I didn’t mind. It was a poem-like weaving of scholarship on Dickinson’s mindset according to Susan Howe, what she was reading, what intellectual ideals she was exposed to, focusing heavily on Calvanism, Robert Browning, and Shakespeare.

I most enjoyed Howe’s sometimes cryptic scholarship. What I didn't enjoy after a time were the corpulent quotations, sometimes given without any context.

In the end, it felt as much like this was a private correspondence as it was some unfinished and messy intellectualism. Not accessible but not entirely a bad thing.

  

Stuff in the Mail: Essays, Books & Magazines

FlattThe Academy of American Poets sent me my 2014 membership card. Have I mentioned I love membership cards. They’re so clubby. Like having a card for the neighborhood pool. The Academy is really excited about their new card design. I mean it’s okay. Kind of hard to read and it uses the same Arial-like font everyone seems to be using these days. Some marketing firm must be recommending this font to everyone. It’s the new Georgia O’Keeffe museum font, too.  It seems so uncreative for these creative organizations. The Academy also tells me that my membership card symbolizes my (underlined) extraordinary commitment. I’ve only been a member for year so this seems a bit much. Three pages later,  they just want me to renew early. Like nine months early. All this is interesting but I just want my next copy of American Poet which I haven’t seen in a while.

I caught up on my American Poetry Review, the Jan/Feb 2014 issue which had some good things per usual.  Many good poems in this issue: William Kistler, Nate Pritts (who does the H_NGM_N  online journal). I don’t always like juxtapositioned, accumulated nonsense poems but I did like Taria Faizullah’s, especially “Confabulation.” She had punching last lines. I also liked the vague poem “Things by Their Name…” by Circe Maia. And Jason Schneiderman’s “White Boy” and  Caroline Pittman’s “Not Everything is a Metaphor” and Matthew Lippman’s “Blowhole.”

There’s a small essay by Robert Pinsky about coming back to a poem years later, compressing it and making it more explicit and how this felt like a translation project. Mira Rosenthal has a good review/essay on some new books of translation. She talks about the connection between a reader and a poem from another language and trying to feel out the translator’s approach as a reader.  There’s an interview with Ellen Bass. Joy Ladin also walks the thin line between poems of sense, non-sense and silliness and questions where nonsense poetry breaks down for readers.  There’s an informtive essay revisiting William Blake and an amazing, amazing essay by Stephen Burt on the simile and the work  the word“like” does, an essay that is so meandering and comprehensive.  It effectively breaks down the technology of the simile and extrapolates this how poetry works at all by assuming certain similarities (likes) between reader and writer.

I recently bought FLATT Magazine for a Cher interview (FLATT is a philanthropic arts organization that “celebrates creative entrepreneurs and contemporary philanthropic ideas”) and the somewhat substantial magazine is filled with art, photos and interviews and, surprise, some poetry. This issue had two poets. The poems were not quite clichéd but not fully original either. “Poetic Narrative” by Marc Straus (with artwork by Bruce Robbins) was my favorite of the two represented. His were lyrics with a lot of juxtapositioned, random lines. But there was still an undercurrent of a story about a father. These poems reminded me of William Carlos Williams because they were written from a doctor’s point of view.

The poems  also contained a lot of scene-setting, some interesting lines like “Rivers drowned in each others’ mouths” and class issues touched upon in “He went to the suburb where/they judge your lawn” and American critique: “He said that 90 inch drapes were 89 inches long. /That one inch made America rich.” The other poet Jason Armstrong Beck was included with a poem called “Dust Storm” mostly a visual study. Beautiful magazine had there were typos that drove me nuts.

Books I’m Reading

Not much to post this week because I’m deep in the middle of three books which were recently delivered to me:

MedMy Emily Dickinson by Susan Howe: I heard about this book in my ModPo MOOC class last year. Since the book was billed as a new format of arts criticism, I bought it more as a reference for a pop-culture study of Cher I’m working on. Maybe this structure will be useful to see. It’s very fragmentary, like you would expect from a Language poet book. It’s interesting and beautiful in its own way but I’m not sure it appeals to my own style and obsessive need to sort and organize a subject. But that's more about me.

  

 

NineNine Gates by Jane Hirshfield: This book was recommended in one of my classes last year with Barbara Rockman. It started out slow as molasses. In fact, I found it hard to concentrate on the first essay about concentration! But I’m really loving it now that I’ve found my way into its rhythms. Loving the essay on translations at the moment.

 

 

EarThe Hungry Ear, Poems of Food & Drink edited by Kevin Young: I love poems. I love to eat. So how could I not love a collection of poems about food?  This book was a Christmas present to myself this year.

 

 

  

 

KochNew Addresses by Kenneth Koch:  This is my first eBook of poetry! I received a Kindle Paperwhite for Christmas from Monsieur Bang Bang. I just finished three research books using this thing for my Cattle Trail project. Looking forward to the first book of poetry.

 

 

 

Will dutifully report back on my findings.

  

More Poet Affirmations

HappyMore affirmations culled from The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo:

Our strength will continue if we allow ourselves the courage to feel scared, weak, and vulnerable.
–Melody Beattie

This reminds me of  a story I have about Melody Beattie's wonderful book, Co-Dependent No More, How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Taking Care of Yourself. Many years ago a therapist of mine recommended the book and it really helped me. Two years ago, I met a woman in Santa Fe who was struggling with the issue of trying to fix her alcoholic boyfriend. I loaned her the book and a week later she told me a story about how the boyfriend went into a tirade when he saw it, ripped it up and then threatened her physically. She kicked him out and then promised to buy me a new copy, one she said was already re-ordered and in the mail. Weeks later a co-worker was helping her after another drama with her estranged boyfriend and when she mentioned the word 'co-dependency' our co-worker, a horribly dysfunctional and co-dependent woman herself, told us she defiantly didn’t believe in co-dependency. The concept was a bunch of malarkey. Needless to say, I never saw a replacement of the book and I miss all my marginalia from the allegedly destroyed copy. I guess I should stop being so co-dependent on my book.

To let knowledge produce troubles, and then use knowledge to prepare against them, is like stirring water in hopes of making it clear.
–Lao-Tzu

Mark Nepo goes on to say "the mind is a spider that, if allowed, will tangle everything and then blame the things it clings to for the web it wants to be free of."

How can you follow the course of your life if you don not let it flow?
–Lao-Tzu

To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.
Mark Nepo

  

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