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So that where we find ourselves — and If is definitely the testing-by-writing-it of shifting perspectives on who and what we are — is in a place simultaneously of beauty and constraint:. For our circumstance, in human being, and in our loving relations with other mortals, is one of anguish. A poem, then, a poem such as If , becomes a way to share perspective, to make a vision and saying trans-personal, though with the awareness, as beings in time and as beings constrained by our own radical particularity, that we will, to a great extent, miss one another:.

But with effort, with some rest, we can shake off the jet-lag and join one another in this time, in the place of speculation and eloquence that pours forth from that profoundly initiating and simple word if. His seventeenth book of poetry, N18 complete , a handwritten book, is available from Singing Horse Press.

All poetry, whether free verse or no, is formal. And all poems, whatever their ostensible subjects, are finally also about form: Kains and published in But the poems themselves — as agile, nimble, sexy, smart, and culturally and linguistically savvy as his prosody is regular — are about much more than agricultural husbandry.

Eschewing any over-simplification of this endeavor, or of the heart, even as they strive for an utter clarity of expression, these are love poems —f or place, for spouse, for children, for the making and the mystery of making. The field we bought is filled with clover. You are still my lover, I am still yours. Our children are halfway here, and we try to imagine being filled.

Remember the year we lived in London? And what, exactly, binds this August meadow and that year? What is it — if not love, fear, beauty, and desire — that leads us to create things: I always assumed beginnings were the best places to start. But times are that middles are all you see or something slowly muddles the line.

That in seed and land we find an anchor, and in language we weigh out our courage. This figurative nexus of the wild order of horticulture is at the ardent heart of this collection. She teaches creative writing at the University of Virginia. Anastassis Vistonitis occupies a unique position in Greek letters: Both streams feed the sea of his imagination—he calls his prose a continuation of poetry by other means — and his Greek readers are fortunate to have his work available to them in so many forms.

He has published eleven collections of poetry, three volumes of essays, four travelogues, a book of stories, and a translation of the Chinese poet Li Ho; he edits and writes for the book section of To Vima, the leading newspaper; he even assembled the candidature file for the Athens Olympics, articulating the argument that convinced the International Olympic Committee to return the Games to their original site. Indeed his work is a testament to the ancient Greek idea of the intimate connection between the body and the soul.

What good luck to have a selection of his poems in English, in the splendid translation of David Connolly. Vistonitis cuts a large figure, both in his presence and on the page.

He was born in in Komotini, near the Turkish border, and when an injury cut short a promising soccer career he threw himself into poetry, coming of age during the military dictatorship His early work is marked by the artistic, intellectual, and political ferment of the time, and it is no accident that in his subsequent writings he exhibits a deep understanding of the relationship between literature and politics he studied political science and economics in Athens ; also a grasp of the world beyond Greece. He traveled extensively in Europe, Africa, and Asia, lived in New York and Chicago, where he perfected his English, and schooled himself in several literary traditions, ever mindful of the ethical dimension of his craft.

His work is dense with allusion and insight, as befits one of the best-read writers of the age, and in these poems he displays not only a range of theme but also formal possibilities, from variations on Byzantine prosody to prose poems to lyrical meditations. Readers will instantly recognize the voice of a major poet. It was night when we descended the narrow path to the sea. No wind was blowing just as yesterday. Lights were mirrored in a black glass. Another land began where the fire was fading and no one knew it. Someone suggested we go to find the ash remaining before the wind scattered it.

We, too, could find a fire and burn the sea. The situation is dire, and yet the very surge of these lines suggests that an imaginative response is possible—which, if nothing else, may make our walk in the sun more bearable. This is what distinguishes Vistonitis: Petersburg in the company of a hundred poets and writers, or reflecting on the achievement of literary figures from around the globe, he brings to bear an exacting and exuberant intelligence.

To learn more about or contact the press, click here. The pull of guns I understand, my father taught me hand on hand how death is. Best take it like a man. I shot a dove, the common sort and mourned not life but life so short that gazed from death as if unhurt. And I had nothing to report.

And Steidlmayer sets the reader up to be terrified with great craft: The language is, again, poetical — a little lofty, a little stilted. It is the sound of a poet making an observation from a great height, but the observation itself is nothing more than that — the sound of a poet making an observation from a great height: An abyss opens up.

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And the reader must confront, suddenly, the possibility that the killing meant nothing to the poet, that it affected her not at all. But how familiar the language! Fowling Piece — the book, but the poem also, though on a smaller scale — arrives slowly. And Fowling Piece arrived slowly. Most of the poems seem to be written in a conservative mode about traditional subjects.

The voice that fills the room answers to no one. And the room was already empty, but that emptiness was antiseptic, impersonal — the new emptiness fills the room with no regard for the people already there. Honestly, the whole book terrifies me. And so the metaphorical stand-in for death is a shut window into which a sparrow is bound to fly — death is not the skyscape the sparrow sees, it is the glass in which the skyscape is reflected.

But the window is there. The window is the most important part of the skyscape. In , he received a Whiting Writer's Award. Why do we hunger for new metaphorical relations so acutely in the library and bookstore year after year after year? I mean — seriously — what is it really about poetry that makes poetry so necessary to us? The novel like the story does scope and consequence — all that plodding A then B then C then death.

The essay can be musical and feel real — a good essay will put something genuine at stake at the core of its utterance — but the essay is sometimes such a literalist it can be a bore. Meanwhile the poem, when the poem is good, can reconnect us to our deepest need for and even knowledge of others. It can therefore sequester us from the black little box we keep ourselves tucked so unpromisingly into.


Seuss is meanwhile both a master of vernacular English and one of the most sophisticated and liberated image makers writing poetry in America today. In fact, they get much of their power and authority from being dog-eared and road-weary:. Tuesley cried over burnt pies and some cried and rage and some in pain but weeping is another thing. Therefore the problem of the exhibitionist image and, by extension, the exhibitionist poem — the character problem of egotism at the core of any speaker more interested in himself than his tribe—has just increased and continues to increase in the contemporary period.

They therefore do not really relieve us of the problem of being stuck inside our own locked-down and in other ways entirely fucked-up old selves. The most obvious way retirement figures in ROTC Kills is in the narrative circumstances of its poems, which are linked by a determinate and convincingly autobiographical speaker, who spends his time in reflection and contemplation in identifiable settings. Koethe himself has recently retired from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, where for decades he served as a philosophy professor.

Across his nine poetry collections, Koethe has perfected a meditative style that extends the Romantic conversation poem and the utterance-based, associative, inscribed consciousness of the New York School aesthetic. In this new book, that style has been rendered down to an affectless directness, verging on the essayistic, a quality further demonstrated by the inclusion of a few prose poems.

No one has to write any special way — You make it up as you go along. I started Writing this way — no thoughts at first, Then a lot of words in the guise of thoughts, Then real thoughts — a long time ago. There is a straightforwardness in these lines with their ghost of blank verse. Yet, this quality does not mean the poems are without personality and cadenced phrases.

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The poems talk and think with an effortless effort, as in the lines: The very idea of retirement seems fraught with paradox. It is meant to be the fulfillment of a promise and the sign of achievement, but it also creates the conditions—the withdrawal—needed for the luxury of taking stock of that promise and achievement.

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That comic frame of acceptance comes from a tragic sense of our existence, a perspective that Schwartz pushes even further so that we might see ourselves possibly as the bearer of death: About Penguin Classics For more than half a century, Penguin Classics has been the leading publisher of classics in the English-speaking world. At times, folks ask The Inevitable Southern Question out of critical earnestness and, at other times, with an air of patronizing regionalism. Her critical book is titled Renegade Poetics: Even this brief passage provides a good sense as to the seemingly effortless flow of generalization that Schwartz is able to achieve, and the passage also typifies a turning back on itself by questioning or contextualizing the poetic performance itself. This is contrary to Jewish tradition, which tends to pile up citations and defer to the long tradition of transmitted wisdom.

Identity has stakes in reclaiming out of the past names, places, and details of experience. Koethe unapologetically entertains withdrawals into consciousness, and into a contemplative space beyond the spheres of political and social engagement.

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Yet these poems are not paeans or apologias for the comforts of bougie retirement in America. The speaker is restive. He is not an irredeemable apostate. Rather, he has lived with these experiences long enough to feel them attenuate and morph. A brilliant way this profound engagement manifests in the book is in the use of quotation and allusion, which arise without citation or attribution.

Beavers, baby cheetahs, naked mole rats. Foxes that curl into you and become small as handfuls. Thug elephants, fire-breathing Ulysses butterflies, vermin, zebras. Part Wes-Anderson-on-Beckett dioramas, part echo-boomer on Kafka dramaturgy, each piece works to shatter ontological constructs of what is human and what is animal. Beaver the talk-therapy counselor-turned-seducer. His psycho-babble quickly tips us to queasy but it charms the narrator, who gushingly describes him to her husband: Stories unfold like tiny processions, scenes in boxes, situations often disintegrating into the shock-elegant.

He scaled rocks, then the leg of a bridge, then climbed a bank wall and had his photo taken.

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When the legs dried up, he bought a table and cup. He put the dried legs in a cup and shook the cup and poured them out and told a cop where to find a body. Other stories take Freudian dives while the backdrops, stylized recerche, produce stark discordance. Dialogues, which presuppose language where there is none.

Spectacular syntax, attention to word sounds, imagistic precision.

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These are reasons enough to read Winnette, a talented young writer. There are things to see: Yet in the midst of lush-cute, Winnette declares the language itself as false, slippery. So when I gave the tours to the little kids and the grandmothers, the ignorers and bored ones, the eaters and the footer, I was thinking more or less about ways of taping them to the glass, face first, so they might see what there was to see, instead of doing whatever it was they were doing.

Be warned, though, the bunny has expired. All existence blends; it is chimerical, ruptured, elusive, disappearing and disappeared. Through juxtapositions of darkness and quirky-beautiful, Winnette reveals how the latter contains the former: She lives in Tucson, Arizona. Sometimes books are worth their weight in marijuana.

But what would he and his crooked cronies use as ballast? Three sets of The Times History of World War I, three dozen bound volumes of Punch, and ten more of Boys Own, bought from a shop down the street, made up for several stone of weed. All that catechistic cataplasm, that militarist mucus, that pedantic pus from festering farts. The engaging entrails of emetic ambassadors, pestiferous papers by prudish pedagogues.

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He rips the remainders of clergymen and generals and celebrities, athletes and CEOs and journalists alike; bad books are bad, bad, bad, and the bad is all the same to Pickard. But I confess to wondering what such contempt burns for fuel. Is Pickard angry about his own work being passed over? He knows with a capital K how unworthy some books are, but I searched More Pricks Than Prizes in vain for some small acknowledgement of how hard it is to make a good book of any kind. The explosion above is my favorite passage from More Pricks than Prizes.

I prize it for its lyricism and for its consciousness of fakery and waste. Read his anti-Blair rant from Fuckwind for a taste of a Beat-inflected Pickard making the most of a fucking limited vocabulary. The opening quatrain is a storm-scene of clashing consonance:. A razor wind slashed as she douked below dykes, followed dips and shake holes, took detours along dales. Her skirts tacked the storm that stropped her face with the sharp icy edge of a blade. Later in the set, fugitives from the law ransack the holdings of old Maggie Crozier, whom they must restrain.

The sisters held the old woman down while he took the gear outside to wrap in two aprons, sewn together for the purpose. He went to the bedside but old Maggie was still. He took hold of her shoulders and began shaking her. He raked the fire to make a flame. Lit a candle and found a cut on her face, and a handkerchief drawn around her neck and tied with two knots. Her raised her and laid her down again. He threw cold water on her. In March Hill was confirmed as a candidate in the election of the Professor of Poetry in the University of Oxford , with a broad base of academic support.

Hill's poetry encompasses a variety of styles, from the dense and allusive writing of King Log and Canaan to the simplified syntax of the sequence 'The Pentecost Castle' in Tenebrae to the more accessible poems of Mercian Hymns , a series of thirty poems sometimes called 'prose-poems' a label which Hill rejects in favour of 'versets' [12] which juxtapose the history of Offa , eighth-century ruler of the Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Mercia , with Hill's own childhood in the modern Mercia of the West Midlands. Seamus Heaney said of Hill, 'He has a strong sense of the importance of the maintenance of speech, a deep scholarly sense of the religious and political underpinning of everything in Britain'.

In an interview in The Paris Review , which published Hill's early poem "Genesis" when he was still at Oxford, Hill defended the right of poets to difficulty as a form of resistance to the demeaning simplifications imposed by 'maestros of the world'. Hill also argued that to be difficult is to be democratic, equating the demand for simplicity with the demands of tyrants. He makes circumspect use of traditional rhetoric as well as that of modernism , but he also transcribes the idioms of public life, such as those of television, political sloganeering, and punditry.

Hill has been consistently drawn to morally problematic and violent episodes in British and European history and has written poetic responses to the Holocaust in English, "Two Formal Elegies", "September Song" and "Ovid in the Third Reich". His accounts of landscape especially that of his native Worcestershire are as intense as his encounters with history. Hill has also worked in theatre - in , the National Theatre in London staged his 'version for the English stage' of Brand by Henrik Ibsen , written in rhyming verse.

Hill's distaste for conclusion, however, has led him, in 's Speech! The constant buffets of Hill's suspicion of lyric eloquence—can it truly be eloquent? In the long interview collected in Haffenden 's Viewpoints there is described the poet warring himself to witness honestly, to make language as tool say truly what he believes is true of the world.

The violence of Hill's aesthetic has been criticised by the Irish poet-critic Tom Paulin , who draws attention to the poet's use of the Virgilian trope of 'rivers of blood' — as deployed infamously by Enoch Powell — to suggest that despite Hill's multi-layered irony and techniques of reflection, his lyrics draw their energies from an outmoded nationalism, expressed in what Hugh Haughton has described as a 'language of the past largely invented by the Victorians'.

For his part, Hill addressed some of the misperceptions about his political and cultural beliefs in a Guardian interview in There he suggested that his affection for the "radical Tories" of the 19th century, while recently misunderstood as reactionary, was actually evidence of a progressive bent tracing back to his working class roots. He also indicated that he could no longer draw a firm distinction between "Blairite Labour" and the Thatcher-era Conservatives, lamenting that both parties had become solely oriented toward "materialism".

Hill's style has been subjected to parody: Edit this page Read in another language Geoffrey Hill. This article is about the poet. For other uses, see Geoffrey Hill disambiguation. This section needs additional citations for verification. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. Apr 04, 1 Pages. Poems By Heart from Penguin Classics is a free app for iPhone, iPad, and iPod Touch that celebrates classic poetry and challenges you to memorize perennial favorites by master wordsmiths. Memorizing and reciting poems helps you enjoy them at a deeper level, learn them for life, impress your friends, and improve your mind—and Poems By Heart makes it fun, easy, and addictive.

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