Posts made in February, 2012

On the Eve of the Oscars, My Favorite Quote #3

Posted by on Feb 25, 2012 in Archive | 0 comments

On the Eve of the Oscars, My Favorite Quote #3

On the Eve of the Oscars, My Favorite Quote #3   From “The Starveling”: about watching movies (Don Delillo, in The Angel Esmeralda: Nine stories):  Always the sense of anticipation. To look forward to, invariably, whatever the title, the story, the director, and to be able to elude the specter of disappointment. There were no disappointments, ever, for him, not for her. They were here to be enveloped, to be transcended. Something would fly past them, reaching back to take them with it.                 That was the innocent surface, on loan from childhood. There was more...

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Deer Poem Emerges from the Underbrush

Posted by on Feb 21, 2012 in Archive | 6 comments

Deer Poem Emerges from the Underbrush

Here’s the poem that came from the notes in my last blog. I thought you’d like to see what happened next. The Superbowl left the poem. Computer pornography left the poem. The mall-guys got hold of me and put themselves into it, almost co-stars, with their tattoos and nose rings, all of which struck me as being very much like the deer—skittish, afraid of being seen—really seen, that is—in their teenage angst and their primal needs. Like the deer with their white tails elevated, that dignity. I realized that as I watched the deer, I was really concerned with distance: ours from them,...

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Winter Notes for a Poem:

Posted by on Feb 15, 2012 in Archive | 2 comments

Winter Notes for a Poem:

I am watching the snow for deer and fox, for animals that show up against it, that show up because of it, drawn from their shadowy exclusiveness into the community of hunger. Here in the house, looking out the window, I am more isolated than they are. I think about thinking about watching them, another removal, headed toward the printed page. They walk on our side of the creek and up the steep, wooded hill on the other side.  My watching is like computer pornography, I wrote in my notes. They don’t want to be observed in their wildness, is what I was thinking, in their bare skin. They...

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Quotes I’ve Saved and Why–#1

Posted by on Feb 7, 2012 in Archive | 4 comments

Quotes I’ve Saved and Why–#1

C.D. Wright: “Poetry is language that sounds better and means more.”   [This is first in a series in which I take some quotes I’ve collected over time and try to figure out why I saved them.]    What is meant by “sounds better” has been exhaustively examined by every Introduction to Poetry book ever written, plus a passel of poets like C.D. Wright. Here is the beginning of one of Wright’s poems, “Why Ralph Refuses to Dance”: He would have to put out his smoke. At this time of year the snakes are slow and sorry-acting His ice would melt. He’d lose his seat. you...

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