Poets talk about poetry

Poets talk about poetry

…no fractured, disjoint,

       inchoate grab-bags

               of words…

 

 

“A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong,

                                 a homesickness, a lovesickness…” 

 

Robert Lee Frost  (1874-1963)

in his 1916 letter to Louis Untermeyer (1885-1977)

 

Frost and Untermeyer exchanged letters (imagine!) for almost 50 years. I’m pretty sure every single one of them involved more than 140 characters and spaces…think about it, when you’re actually scribbling, you don’t have to “write” a space…

There are, I guess, about a million or so ways, more or less, to define “poetry.” In 1827 Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) offered his “homely definition” of poetry: “the right words in the right order.” Sometimes I think poetry is the manifestation of lust for the right words.

I have this lust in my heart.

I am a poet, a writer, a teacher, a moralist, a historian, and an unflinching student of human nature. Some things I’d rather not know, but I’m stuck with knowing them. I think a lot. I strive to express truth and give context—both rational and emotional—to reality.

I think words can be pictures, and lovely songs, and bodacious scents, and private flavors, and early morning caresses that wake each part of me, one at a time. I know some of those words, and, from time to time, I write some of them.

Here’s a final thought for consideration: Coleridge also advised (1832) that “…if every verse is not poetry, it [should be], at least, good sense.” That makes good sense to me. I have no tolerance for some poets’ work that is merely a fractured, disjoint, inchoate grab-bag of words. A largely random collection of words is not likely to be a poem. I like to read (and write) a beginning, and an end, and some really meaty sweetie stuff in the middle.

Coleridge’s 1827 definition of poetry is from Specimens of the Table Talk of the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written by Henry Nelson Coleridge and published in 1835.

Louis Untermeyer was an American poet, anthologist, critic, and editor. He was appointed the 14th Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1961.

 

For example, read The Poetry of Robert Frost, available on Amazon

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

      about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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Book review: The Proud Tower

Book review: The Proud Tower

…pay more attention

      to what people want…

 

Book review:

The Proud Tower

 

by Barbara Tuchman (1912-1989)

The Macmillan Co., New York, 1962

 

The Proud Tower is a typical Tuchman tour de force, beaucoup de détails quotidiens, and compelling context. It’s a lot more than a history book.

Tuchman offers her insights into the mindset of her characters: Americans, English, French, and other Europeans during the prelude to World War I—the so-called “Great War.”

They never saw it coming.

You don’t need a summary of the plot of The Proud Tower.

Tuchman confirms the obvious: nearly all prediction is not useful.

One lesson is to pay more attention to what people want, and pay less attention to what they’re doing at the moment.

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Dracula is a scary book, really…

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Book review: “The Gentle Boy”

Book review: “The Gentle Boy”

A different side of Hawthorne…

 

 

Book review:

“The Gentle Boy”

 

An 1832 short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)

 

You may be surprised when I mention that Hawthorne wrote 72 short stories during his productive writing career that spanned nearly 40 years in the middle of the 19th century.

You may easily think of The Scarlet Letter and The House of the Seven Gables, but “The Gentle Boy”? Maybe not so much.

I was intrigued by a casual reference to this story on Goodreads, a go-to website for readers and authors.

“The Gentle Boy” isn’t exactly a light read. Hawthorne spares no details in flogging our 17th century Puritan forebears for their strident and militant prosecution of Catholics and Quakers, in fact, all non-Puritans.

Seems those Puritan folks had a rather narrow interpretation of the “right” of religious liberty and tolerance…

The story is, nevertheless, a tasteful and compelling anecdote about a delicate Quaker youngster whose father is hanged and whose mother is driven into the wilderness by Puritan ideologues who don’t care one whit about the young Ibrahim’s prospects for survival alone. Tobias and Dorothy Pearson, stoutly devoted Puritans who have lost their own children, compassionately rescue the boy from his destitute vigil at his father’s grave, and take him in.

In dramatic episodes, the lad’s mother, Catharine, rediscovers him, commends him to the Pearsons’ care, and returns to his premature deathbed to give a loving mother’s final comforts.

“The Gentle Boy” is, in part, a beautiful story, told in lavish 19th century prose.

The history lesson is secondary, blunt, and unforgiving.

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Book review: The Chosen

Book review: The Chosen

Religion and culture

   shouldn’t be obstacles…

 

 

Book review:

The Chosen

 

by Chaim Potok, New York: Fawcett Crest Books, 1967.

 

It’s really hard cheese to read this and try to be sympathetic to both Danny Saunders and Reuven Malter.

If Potok’s insights into Hasidic and otherwise orthodox Jewish culture are accurate, they are depressing. This is a window on the sadly distracted world of so many human beings with the limitations and constraints of their culture and religion.

For a book review, and in real life, it is difficult to think of Danny or Reuven living a productive, exuberant, joyous, emotional, and morally satisfying life.

Their religion and culture put too many obstacles in their path.

As usual, I offer my kind of thoughtful book summary. For readers like me, this book is a knockout learning experience. The characters and the plot are unfamiliar. I offer my reflections on the milieu of the lives of these young men.

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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days

Book review: To Serve Them All My Days

No spoiler alert needed…

 

 

Book review:

To Serve Them All My Days

 

by R. F. Delderfield

Washington Square Press, Pocket Books, New York, 1973

678 pages

 

Delderfield simply uses an utterly familiar plot line in To Serve Them All My Days: a Welsh coal miner’s son survives World War I, and becomes a teacher at a boys’ school in England south of Wales, and grows in his role to become the beloved headmaster. Everyone calls him “Pow-Wow,” with love and respect.

However, much of the tale is an unfamiliarly rich creation of manifestly human characters who deal with the slings and arrows of life, and make the best of their world to give willing, deserving boys a good education and a glimpse of how to live a decent life.

The dialogue is above average in many places. Delderfield is a determined master of exploring the minds of his key players. There is enough reflection and imagination and longing and joy/despair for any discerning reader.

No spoiler alert is needed here. You can’t possibly be in doubt about how the story ends.

With Delderfield, getting there is the point of the journey.

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Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

If you’re looking for

highly stoked eroticism

and high-rolling lives

that throw off sparks when they touch,

look elsewhere.

by Robert Waller

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Book review: The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Book review: The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Book review:

The Reader (Der Vorleser)

 

by Bernhard Schlink (b. 1944) (translated by Carol Brown Janeway)

218 pages

 

You might say “Why bother re-hashing the Nazi atrocities and ‘the final solution’ of World War II?”

Here’s one reason: it’s not satisfactory to say, simply, “never again.”

Here’s another reason: Bernhard Schlink has created a noble and compelling illumination of one aspect of the horrific, barely imaginable realities of the second great war: the mindset of the good people of Germany who allowed Hitler and the Nazis to take power and do their evil, and the confusion of younger Germans who came of age afterward.

The Reader offers some insight into a tiny slice of the German mindset, with an abbreviated biography of Hanna Schmitz. Her life is the personification of pathos. She is fiercely self-sufficient, but she is a puppet of the Nazi regime. She passionately savors literature, but she is illiterate. She is instinctively kind and generous, but she can admit without remorse that, as an SS concentration camp guard, she allowed several hundred women to burn to death in a church.

Michael Berg, an unworldly teenager, is the reader in Schlink’s telling. Hanna entices him to read good books to her, long before he realizes that she cannot read or write. Michael’s relationship with Hanna metamorphoses in fantastic and soul-destroying ways. He struggles with his growing awareness that he has been seared, tainted, and transformed by his consuming involvement with her.

Ultimately, at Hanna’s war crimes trial, Michael stares into the abyss: he explores her guilt, his feelings about intervening to mitigate her sentence, the ineffable mystery of who should share guilt for the war horrors: “…that some few would be convicted and punished while we of the second generation were silenced by revulsion, shame, and guilt….”

Michael reflects on his irresolvable dilemma: “When I tried to understand [Hanna’s crime], I had the feeling I was failing to condemn it as it must be condemned. When I condemned it as it must be condemned, there was no room for understanding.”

Michael steadfastly works at his own expiation. He sends recorded books on tape to Hanna while she is in prison.

Finally, he learns that his effort was too self-protective, too little, too late to do the right thing.

I just think that’s the reality Schlink had in mind.

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They really didn’t care much about each other…

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