American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century…book review

American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century…book review

there’s more than structure involved…

 

 

Book review:

American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century

 

Vols. 1 and 2

New York: The Library of America, 1993

Vol. 1 – 1,099 pages

Vol. 2 – 1,049 pages

 

What can I say?

In general, the poetry of bygone centuries is uninteresting to me.

The poets were convinced that structure was overwhelmingly important, or, perhaps, their readers were convinced that structure was overwhelmingly important, or, perhaps, both.

The word “relentless” comes to my mind. It’s difficult for me to read much of this work—silently or aloud—without bobbing my head, saying the emphasized syllables with increasing vigor and noise, and moving my body to match the all-too-obvious, often drum beat rhythms.

It seems to me that these poets think that the conjunction of selected words is of secondary or tertiary concern, whereas I believe it should be the overriding expression of the poetic arts.

The millions in the past disagreed. So be it.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Forget about Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Dracula is a scary book, really…

by Bram Stoker

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“before it’s light…”…my poem

“before it’s light…”…my poem

one more round…

 

 

before it’s light…

 

It’s not quite day,

and I haven’t completely

   shrugged sleep from my thoughts,

 

I’m thinking this is the short time,

this is “get started” time,

this is the gossamer moment

   for pulling on the bright shirt

      and welcoming one more day,

one more morning,

one more round of life,

one more chance

   to get it mostly right,

 

I’m thinking nothing new here,

just like yesterday,

do good things,

get ready for tomorrow.

 

October 2, 2024

 

…waiting for breakfast at Easter’s Country Kitchen, Hingham, MA

 

Published in Creative Inspirations, Jan-Feb 2025 issue

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Book review: Hag-Seed

by Margaret Atwood…it ain’t Shakespeare

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No Constitutional Right to be Ladies…book review

No Constitutional Right to be Ladies…book review

what’s right is right…

 

 

Book review:

No Constitutional Right to be Ladies:

Women and the Obligations of Citizenship

 

by Linda K. Kerber (b1940)

New York: Hill and Wang, a division of Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, 1998

405 pages

 

Kerber, a well-respected historian, makes what should be an obvious point: women are citizens, just like men, and they should share all the rights and obligations of citizenship.

She disputes, in compelling detail, that women have a constitutional right “to be ladies” when that is conceived as separating them from a complete status as functioning citizens who are the constitutional equals of men (even the ones they’ve married!).

It’s not a “feminist” thing or a “suffrage” thing. It’s a matter-of-fact thing—nothing about it doesn’t make sense.

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Oops, Columbus didn’t “discover” America

…but he did get close…

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“…the prayers of the millions…”…John Steinbeck’s view

“…the prayers of the millions…”…John Steinbeck’s view

the humanity…

 

 

“Ah, the prayers of the millions,

   how they must fight and destroy each other

      on their way to the throne of God.”

 

We always think of our prayers as singular events…

 

 

From Tortilla Flat in The Short Novels of John Steinbeck

by John Steinbeck with an introduction by Joseph Henry Jackson

New York: The Viking Press, orig. copy. 1953, 1963.

527 pages

quote from p. 18

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a noisy monster…“It was red,” my poem

a noisy monster…“It was red,” my poem

the horses lost their jobs

 

 

It was red

 

What’s left are the last thin hunks

   of that heroic red machine,

planted in the front field,

not going anywhere,

still pointed to its last destination.

 

This is a marvel of machine,

a completely rusted spectacle of progress,

form invites quick memories

   of function…

 

It doesn’t tempt the kids,

there are no pedals to push,

the big seat is too high

   and it’s too rough for bouncing,

and it’s too far from the thick rusty wheel

   with no horn,

the big rugged tractor tires

   turned one last time

      when the moon and the stars

         and the sun were younger.

 

Once it was a noisy monster,

the farmer called the thing “Bab,”

it scared the horses who lost their jobs,

it scattered the goats and the hens,

the pigs went rooting

   on the other side of the barn.

 

Old farmers remember their first ride

   on their magic new machines

      that chugged everywhere, pulled anything,

each tractor needed its own tool box,

half metal stuff, half mystery stuff,

and the farmers knew

   how to keep them going,

and they knew the secret kick

   that finished many repair jobs.

 

This rig’s driver never used

   a couple of the rods

      and a few of the knobby connectors,

and he never wondered

   why he didn’t know

      what they were for.

 

The spectral farmer in baggy overalls

   who starts to fill the tank each night

      always struggles with the cap,

and always decides to wait…

 

October 27, 2024

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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Germaine Greer just went overboard a bit…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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