Paperback, 86pp, 8. In the opening Lighthouses section of this volume the west coast of Ireland is recast as a kind of Burroughsian Land of the Dead, with the ghost-lights from defunct lighthouses mixing with those of the automated in a sequence that slowly allows itself to be decoded. Other poems are suggestive of a bestiary, presenting various animals that have been damaged and reformed by their current environment.
Ian Brinton ed. Prynne on His 80th Birthday. Published June Prynne is one of Britain's most significant living poets, and his friends, colleagues and admirers have come together in this volume to offer poems and also essays on his work—the latter being particularly helpful to students of the poet's work. In the poet Carmen Bugan took possession of 1, pages of Securitate files on her father and in a further 3, pages of secret files on her mother, sister, brother and herself.
Releasing the Porcelain Birds is about the transformation of that extraordinary history of Cold War Europe into poetry; it is about writing the self free and how poetry drawn in a new and tender narrative can do this. In this manner Releasing the Porcelain Birds is one continuous poem which faces down dispossession and reaches towards exuberance. Since , he has published eight collections of poetry in Mexico, the current volume being the most recent.
Chapbook, 36pp, 8. Geraldine Clarkson lives in the Midlands. She comes from a family of ten, and her poetry is influenced by her roots in the West of Ireland, and years which she spent in monastic life, including three years in the Peruvian desert. Declare is her first chapbook.
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Paperback, pp, 8. Susan Connolly is a true original and like all true originals is intensely concerned with sources. These poems reach back to Kells, to Durrow, to Lindisfarne, to the holy books of those places, for the ground of their being. On the page, they negotiate visual spaces that can comfortably fit and ritualize the neolithic, contemporary hostage crises, Alexander Calder, the whammy pedal of a guitar.
Not the least of its many charms are the glimpses in this book of a fugitive Irish lyric poet flitting through the pages. Bilingual edition. Beyond the Sea brings together two book-length sequences first published in Mexico in the early years of the century, both taking their origins from Greece, a matter of central importance for the poet for many years. Fittingly, for subject-matter thoroughly drenched in the Greek past, the poems are odes and dithyrambs; the gods are there, imagery that has echoed across the centuries is here transposed into a limpid modern Mexican poetry, composed with the lightest of touches.
Here the Mayans of Bonampak meet the Minoans of Knossos, united across the centuries and thousands of miles by their preservation in wall-paintings, and by their observer. Here the gods meet our gaze, and come forth, raised from the ashes of history. They are no dead; they are not forgotten; they have merely been sleeping only to be awoken by the poet. Elsa Cross is one of the most important living Mexican poets, and this fine translation does her work spectacular justice.
Themes of identity, communication, love, loss and isolation are peeled back to reveal, with devastating precision, both the deficiencies and the power of language: words that can heal or save; words that paralyse and attack. The poet uses her instrument — language — both to celebrate and to question whether words can ever be a true medium to define, express identity, communicate.
The design of a coin is an act of succinct aggrandisement. Bare George explores the coinage of power through a far more famous numismatic image: created in for King George III and his son, the Prince Regent, by celebrity gem designer Benedetto Pistrucci, it pictures a saint, young St George, lancing a dragon.
He is undressed. Any Greek warrior of artistic relevance to the nineteenth century would be. The dragon is submitting, as the opposition needs to be shown to do. Paperback, 80pp, 8. With a complex lyricism, these poems often explore the ways that art, in whatever form, creates the possibilities of an address by which we hope to encounter other people even as it reveals the impossibilities of ever truly knowing others or ourselves.
The poems bring together high and pop culture, hope and loss, loneliness and belonging, melancholy and transcendence. Roam marks a migration: back, forward and round again. Who stays? Who is allowed to roam? Mistakes, reverses—what do we take of our presence and past as we discover the world through our own perceiving?
Motion comes first, then form. What is fixed? And who is with us?
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How does the past come toward us? How do we make sense of loss, silence? The question becomes where is the future? Roam proceeds toward it by echolation and witness—making something integral come alive. This vast miscellany, a bravura poetic performance by every measure, signals the aborning of a new, necessary literary idiom for this mashed-up American age: the ineluctable punk sublime.
Failure starts from the key misrepresentation of orthodox poetry criticism, that the conservative is also the new, and sets out to define the whole British complex of refusing to innovate. In the attempt to set up publicly accountable criteria for what counts as new, the book goes through the whole period from the s to the mids, identifying what the stylistic innovations were at each point. Does what is true depend on where you are? Or, can we speak of a British culture which varies gradually over the miles from one end of the island to the other, with currents gradually mutating and turning into their opposites as they cross such a distance?
The unbalanced local energies which gave birth to the central horror of possessive individualism, the Empire, and the State as war-machine, do not sound their triumphalist self-praises without conjuring up a reaction in favour of collective values, pacifism, equity, and the languages of the periphery. Poetry has to offer more than the illusion of being in the few rooms where a metropolitan elite solemnly engages in the circularity of authentication.
A polemic tour of Scotland, Wales, and the North of England exposes the possibility that the finest poets of the last 50 years have lived in the outlands, not networking and neglecting to acquire linguistic signs of status.
But a second look at poetry in the South jettisons the shallow tricks favoured by High Street cultural managers to reveal a hidden stratum of intellectually sophisticated poets, even in Babylon. ISBN In Scar , Carrie Etter compellingly explores the effects of climate change on her home state of Illinois.
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The language shifts and evolves painfully as the land and its inhabitants find themselves wracked by climatic and political forces beyond their control. First published posthumously in by Manchester University Press, this volume turned sharply against critics of the previous generation, notably William Empson, and against emergent strains of historicism. Tony Frazer ed. Pretty straightforward, and nicely done. Mary Meriam, "Sometimes I think esoteric metrical analysis just confuses metrical readers and poets.
It does more than confuse, however. It often errs. Poe simplifies the whole issue wonderfully over the course of an in-depth investigation. I really shouldn't be sharing my secret; eventually I'll lose the material advantage I revel in; yet, in the long run, sharing is good Michael Robbins, To my assertion that Modernism was guilty of 'curtain-rodding' Robin Kemp's wonderful phrase you responded: "Thomas, if I'd read yr ridiculous dismissal of the modernists before now, I would've known never to bother responding to anything you say.
It is quite obvious to me, and I can cite examples if you wish, that the young Modernists, before they were famous, were, quite naturally, eager to make their names as poets in the Tradition.
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Remember that Tennyson was still alive when Eliot was born. Before you accuse me of heresy--modernist results occasionally had value; I am merely taking a more sober and realistic look at the process involved. Mary, Patrick, Thomas - - grateful for your readings. Thank you. I'm sure Tom Brady will have something to say to that, out of Poe. Eliot, too, was kind of quirky in that regard.
My own solution or mistake has been to grasp with a leech-like grip by happenstance, mostly my own prosody. It involves a free-verse ABBA quatrain on a blank verse iambic pentameter base, within some other structural elements. It soothes my savage American breast. Thomas, it's the inane notion that they started writing differently because they "failed" that I took issue with. You ought to have a look at alternative explanations for aesthetic revolutions.
That you believe I think of these matters in terms inherited from religious belief is an indication of the distance between us. My DSL modem failed yesterday due to a firmware glitch. So, I'm setting in a my car, outside the local library, doing E-Mail and checking this and that. Who knows whether I will be connected before the week-end? Rather than make unhelpful and useless comments now that my connection to the 21rst century just fizzled out is there anything in particular you were wondering about as concerns your poem?
Was there a metrical effect you were wondering about? I wish I hadn't been working on a screenplay so I could have responded to the discussion. I woulda loved to add my two cents to the parts of my position which were being debated. I will say this: "Since free verse already excludes rhyme and meter [ Whatever, it doesn't matter. All that matters is I have a headache and must eat food, food, food! Ahh, the passion of poets and poetry readers. Henry Should a jury be swayed by the pleasant and sweet personality of someone on trial for murder? What constitutes an "argument? How do we know what we know?
How can we trust our feelings and our conclusions? Poe believed in the dual soul, the layered soul, or, if you will, the dual argument, or the layered argument. When a superior mind becomes heated, it will contain a great many points of view within itself, and entertain the fancy that it is a master of both prose and poetry at once; but such a thing is impossible, and is simply the product of an overheated brain. Michael, It is not a radical notion to assert that failure stimulates invention; the failure to get from New York to London quickly by boat is why we fly there; impatience with the old drives formation of the new, and what is impatience but a visceral feeling of being impeded, a visceral experience of failure?
I suppose your objection is: if Eliot and Pound are flying to London, how is that not a triumph, rather than a failure? The error here is the assumption that the verse of Eliot and Pound is 'flying,' that it improved the Tradition materially. It did not. Eliot and Pound are noteworthy not as points of progress, but as pieces of wreckage.