Ways Of Looking At A Poem

When studying literature I did my best to avoid poetry. I found it very difficult to find a place for my own feelings & reflections – reading poetry was like doing maths = trying to find THE right answer. Maybe this is why Gregory Orr has made such a difference in my literary life? Here…

1 = 1

Today I have been reading “1 = 1” by Anne Carson It’s a wonderful text, you’ll find it in THE NEW YORKER – and here are just a few lines for you: Imagine how many pools, ponds, lakes, bays, streams, stretches of swimmable shore there are in the world right now, probably half of them…

Full of nothing, or: There is only everything – .

I watched this video-poem by Aaron Fagan: which I really liked, and so I did some googling, to find out a bit more about its author. Here is what Fagan has to say about his own poetry – and poetry in general: The fact people hate poetry so much is part of why I love it so much….

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May … (cont.)

Still working on my rose-text, today I will show you a contemporary version of the motif: Cy Twombly: The Rose IV (2008). Acrylic on plywood, 252 x 740 cm. Cy Twombly’s The Rose is a cycle of five paintings, numbered I – V, the paintings are variations of each other. Cy Twombly: The Rose V (2008). Acrylic on plywood, 252 x 740…

Live the questions …

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point…

Sea-change

How to write about nature in a way that makes the reader feel the landscape as if she was there; wandering through it … absorbed, possessed – ? Here is Jean Sprackland: Countless times I’ve seen the shore hewn and hammered, scattered with whole tree trunks, steel pipes, oil drums, concrete fence posts, dead sheep….

A talent for concealment and revelation

A breeze was blowing, and I could smell salt, seaweed, and sun-bleached shore. I knew, once again, that I’d found home. –Sue Hubbell, Waiting for Aphrodite I never tire of the coast because it’s never the same twice. The tides and the weather change its physical shape, and they bring different things to look at….

It is hard to drop from the self into the soul

From “The Edge of the Frame”, by Tony Hoagland             (an excerpt)   Joseph Cornell collected souvenirs of places he was miserable in, which pretty much was everywhere he went. Churchill felt afraid on stairs. Terrible migraines of Virginia Woolf entered her skull and would not be evicted. I read biographies because I want to…

Into … & out of darkness

Barry Lopez says: real beauty is so deep you have to move into darkness to understand it. I sense a truth in Lopez’ words, but at the same time I must admit I’m not able to fully comprehend the meaning of his enchanting postulat. But this is what I do know: when in darkness – look for beauty, because beauty can (strange…

In Perpetual Spring

In Perpetual Spring By Amy Gerstler Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies and trip over the roots of a sweet gum tree, in search of medieval plants whose leaves, when they drop off turn into birds if they fall on land, and colored carp if they plop into…

All art, of course, is intellectual …

 … but for me, all the arts, must above all be emotional — and act upon the heart. When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. — ANDREI TARKOVSKY

Poets ought not to be far from their words

I enjoy reading books on writing. It’s a great way to situate oneself in the tribe, as a writer amongst writers. The best books on writing offers a sense of belonging and purpose. This year I have read six such books, and am currently immersed in book no. 7; Diane Lockward’s The Crafty Poet. A Portable Workshop….