Saturday, September 5, 2009

cognitive wonder

My aim is to sound so pure and so liquid that travelers will take me across the desert with them, or to the North Pole, or wherever I am going.1
Louise Bogan, in a letter to Theodore Roethke, September 1937

In this letter, Louise Bogan goes on to say that D.H. Lawrence took "the Oxford Book of English Verse with him through Arabia. What more could poets ask than that?" (this)

But on a smaller scale, what sentences burned their way into Lawrence's consciousness? Flashing forward, what tumbles through the intellect as you, say, queue up for the bathroom in the back of a Lower East Side bar you didn't want to go to in the first place? Or in the styrofoam-cupped waiting room of a JiffyLube where the magazines still have Kelly Clarkson on their covers?

What, when we are severed from our dog-eared copies of Bishop or Chaucer, Lowell and Frost, do we remember of those books?

Quiz

Instructions: 1) Read the following poets' names. 2) In the space provided, write down the first direct quote that you associate with those poets. 3) If nothing comes to mind, move on to the next poet and repeat from number 1.

1. Robert Frost

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2. William Shakespeare

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3. Geoffrey Chaucer

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4. William Carlos Williams

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5. Sylvia Plath

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6. John Ashbery

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7. Kanye West

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8. Robert Lowell

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For each of the above, your answers probably boiled down to a few lines of poetry, which you remembered not by chance, but because of just how keenly those lines affected you, or at least for how well they seemed to alter the way you interacted with the world.

And that's what, we hope, we'll do through Cellpoems. While one-hundred-forty characters provides little room for elaboration, scant breath to establish any sense of momentum, and no ground to stand on for, say, a narrative, they gave enough space for Lorine Niedecker to include an entire transformation of winter to spring--including an appeal to the sense of sound, vision, sadness--when she wrote:

How the white gulls
in grey weather
Soon April
the little
yellows 2

One-hundred-forty characters gave A.R. Ammons enough space to establish (and critique) a one-dimensional persona in his poem,

Old Geezer

The quickest
way
to change

the
world is
to

like it
the
way it

is.3
And there is another sort of short poem, one which evokes Descarte's definition of wonder:

A sudden surprise of the soul which makes it tend to consider attentively those objects which seem to it rare and extraordinary." (from The Passions of the Soul, published 1642) 4

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Specifically, a poem that deranges what I thought I already knew, or allies recondite tropes in an illuminating way:


Poem to Poetry

Poetry,
you are an electric,
a magic, a field -- like the space
between a sleepwalker's outheld arms...5

Somehwhat similar to Ezra Pound's "In the Station of the Metro," Bill Knott's short poems stick with me like sausage gravy, but in a much better way. Here's a link to his blog, where he constantly published work in progress.

What are your short poem favorites, and how do they manage to do so much with so little?

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1. Louise Bogan, A Poet's Prose: Selected Writings of Louise Bogan, edited by Mary Kinzie, Swallow Press, 2005.

2. Rene Descartes, The Passions of the Soul [1642], trans. Stephen H. Voss (Indianapolis: Hackett, 1989), p 56.

3. Lorine Niedecker, The Selected Poems of. Edited by Cid Corman. Gnomon Press: Kentucky, 1996.


4. A.R. Ammons, Selected Poems. Library of America, 2006.

5. Bill Knott, Laugh at the End of the World: Collected Comic Poems 1969-1999.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Txt pomez?! Why oh why?

(317) 426-POEM

Hi. My name is Chris, and I'm working with writer and editor friends on this--a text message lit journal. This may disgust you as a reader and a thinker. Enough dumbing down of literature, you may think, and frankly, in this project's nascent stages, I thought the same thing, and pondered the inevitable critical questions: Wouldn't reducing poems to 140 characters be a pity, and not necessarily pithy? Wouldn't such an endeavor serve to further shorten contemporary attention spans, thus adding another layer of dust to the work of Dante, Milton and Pope? And, furthermore, wouldn't such an endeavor eventually work to destroy its own art form?

But I rejiggered things, confounded myself, and roiled. Could it be possible that all these people I see wandering around lower Manhattan, nose pointed to their cell, are engaging with text in a very meaningful and accessible way? Wouldn't it be a shame if this addictive textual intercourse were not peppered by well-wrought language? And wouldn't it be something if such patches of verse referred the reader back to the entire garment?

With this hope, we will launch the first issue of Cellpoems on September 15. Until then, we are looking for your best short works of verse and criticism, as well as your feedback.

In the future

While Cellpoems will be distributed via text message, we will publish a new "issue" of the journal four times a year, here at www.cellpoems.org. The opening issue will be of general interest, with the following issues to focus on topics as specific as sneakers, specific poets, collaged versions of canonical or well-known works, and as general as travel, fear, and sex.

So, for now, please submit your poetry and criticism (of books, films, or even live performances) via this website or via text message at (317) 426-POEM.

Thanks for stopping by. We'll regularly update this blog with posts that ideally more resemble essays than announcements.