Ken,
Poetry is a powerful medium because of its many layers. WE read a good one and realize we really like it, then we read it again and find it has a deeper meaning we overlooked the first time, and on the third pass, we find ourselves changed a little... or a lot.
It works both ways, for the reader, AND the poet...
And once again when we write about it...
By the way , have you ever heard of Frank Skinner's Poetry Podcast? It is awesome if you can find it...
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
have not heard Skinner's podcast. when i get a chance will check it out. Thanks for review and point.. read morehave not heard Skinner's podcast. when i get a chance will check it out. Thanks for review and point towards something new.
10 Months Ago
I first encountered him a few years ago... got distracted by life, found him again in the early dark.. read moreI first encountered him a few years ago... got distracted by life, found him again in the early dark of this morning...
So goes the challenge to Eliot, to all of us to reconsider Homer as Daniel Ellsberg or Aristotle as Ghandi,
or Yuri Gregarin as Captain Kirk.
Winston
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
I am rereading A.O Scott's book on literary criticism. In a discussion about Pound's "make it new", .. read moreI am rereading A.O Scott's book on literary criticism. In a discussion about Pound's "make it new", he had several interesting observations. Chiefly this, that lost in the new-age babble of Ezra's exhortation is the recognition of what "it" is. New does not appear in a vacuum. Artists begin by seeking to understand what moves them, then to imitate and master, before moving on to make "it" new again.
10 Months Ago
I’ve read the same or at least similar that poetry is a contnuum and new is only a reintroduction.
Just as emotions, time and intensity can vary according to their warmth, so can the meaning of words. After all, surely a poem has the same rights as its poet! 'For everything there is a season.. '
I’m all for airing and revising old poems. Giving them a lick of fresh paint. A bit of a spring clean. A new outlook. Why not?
Poems are never completely finished.
Oh my...love the title...
a poem I see being about pulling out old poems...dusting them off, making revisions,
and making them seem like different poems altogether.
our lives are poems always a work in progress.,
j.