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From Scene II of Barbara Guest’s play, The Lady’s Choice Christian: You like only myth, And so you would go riding, Greensleeves and all To where love’s hiding. Antoinette: I like you. Christian: Lady in the heavy manner Of kings, you do not please. Antoinette: Am I not pretty? Christian: Pretty a dash, but not To my tasting. Antoinette: And do I not please? Christian: You please yourself. Antoinette: You rock me. Christian: You rock all foundations. You are almost an earthquake. Antoinette: Your name? Christian: Christian. Antoinette: Than you’ve some charity. Christian: Enough to lend. Antoinette: Spend it on... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
Well, in limited space, yes! Thanks, Amy! Love your way.
From George Oppen’s poem, “Route” (1968): Your elbow on a car-edge Incognito as summer, I wrote. Not you but a girl At least Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity *** Oppen is often included in the Objectivist poetry movement, a movement (reluctantly) defined by Louis Zukofski as poetry exhibiting “sincerity and objectivity.” I bring up Oppen in conjunction with today’s interview because “clarity” is often a notion that’s counter to the popular assumption of poetry.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 18, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
Umberto Eco, from his collection of essays, On Literature (English translation published in 2004): I have often asked myself: would I still write today if they told me that tomorrow a cosmic catastrophe would destroy the universe, so that no one could read tomorrow what I wrote today? My first instinct is to reply no. Why write if no one will read me? My second instinct is to say yes, but only because I cherish the desperate hope that, amid the galactic catastrophe, some star might survive, and in the future someone might decipher my signs. In that case writing,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
Thank you for reading! I am honored to have these two contribute to the project. I hope all of our paths cross soon!
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (“Letter 8,” 1904): But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustively from his own existence. …How are we to forget all those myths at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about the dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps every terrible is in its deepest... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
Jack Spicer, from his 1957 collection, After Lorca: Dear Lorca, …Things do not connect; they correspond…. Even these letters. They correspond with something (I don’t know what) that you have written (perhaps as unapparently as that lemon corresponds to this piece of seaweed) and, in turn, some future poet will write something which corresponds to them. That is how we dead men write each other. Love, Jack *** The irony here is this: in 1957 Spicer wasn’t dead and Lorca was. Now Spicer’s dead, and I’m not. So, either Spicer was psychic or this is the way things really do... Continue reading
Posted Apr 15, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
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