3 stars. In a fit of early-morning insomnia, i blazed through this, the shortest of all 9 volumes in the series.
Once again, no Phoney Bone = more pleas3 stars. In a fit of early-morning insomnia, i blazed through this, the shortest of all 9 volumes in the series.
Once again, no Phoney Bone = more pleasure. Bartleby develops some personality, which i hope continues. Meeting a troupe of cutesy woodlands orphans might be enough, but i much preferred the truth-telling when they were forced to team up with the carnivores. We meet Roque Ja, whom i suspect is meant to shed light on Phoney's character and who will surely follow his own injunction to choose a side.
The war promised at the end of v4 is still only a distant hint. To which i say, "Bring it on already!"
I'm pretty sure i'll read this series to the end because it's a pretty decent ride despite all my quibbles and qualms....more
Q: If you want to read poetry criticism and poetry for 1 year solid, what could be better than an all-in-one like this? A: Selected... or Collected WorQ: If you want to read poetry criticism and poetry for 1 year solid, what could be better than an all-in-one like this? A: Selected... or Collected Works of... would've been better because
#1 "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is one of my favorite songs of all time. I'd love to read it once a day until it's recitable upon request. "The Waste Land," i can almost hear you, feel you, touch you: someday? The rest of his lines, however—even the pretty "Preludes"—seem like mere practice verses, or dilute self-imitations.
and #2 i really Really REALLY don't enjoy or benefit from Eliot's critical essays. I read his "Introduction" but section 1 of "The Perfect Critic" was unbearable. I ought to read "Tradition and the Individual Talent" simply for its historical import (i think?) but i skipped ahead to read "Blake" (i'd rather re-read Frye's Fearful Symmetry in its entirety). Then i went back and managed to move my eyes over all the words of "Hamlet and His Problems." That was all i could stand. At least i might finally have a decent sense of what his "objective correlative" concept is all about (meh).
Bottom Line a) I imagine i would've disliked Mr. Eliot as a person, but i envy his poetic gifts. b) I imagine he'd dislike me and wouldn't deign to acknowledge my existence as a person or as a person qualified to have opinions about books, and i resent that. c) I imagine i'm worthy of a Nobel laureate's companionship, so who does he think he is to snub me? d) all of the above...more
I think i give up. Teddy's writing about writing is too indirect for me. I could follow the epilogue and intro but not much else. I couldn't even compI think i give up. Teddy's writing about writing is too indirect for me. I could follow the epilogue and intro but not much else. I couldn't even comprehend the aphorisms! *sigh* maybe someday when i'm more poetically educated....more
Allow me to begin with Chez Neophyte's specialité: the mixed metaphors. "Getting Started" watered my desiccated soul. "Conclusion" nosed me out of theAllow me to begin with Chez Neophyte's specialité: the mixed metaphors. "Getting Started" watered my desiccated soul. "Conclusion" nosed me out of the nest with good intentions and the belief that i might soar. The meat and potatoes of poetry's mechanics filling the space between those first and last chapters, respectively, provided little more than a refresher course. (ie, Every fledgling needs water. Flowers gotta learn to fly sometime. Nothing invigorates quite like a hearty squab and rosebud stew.)
This book probably won't sharpen your poetry senses much, if they've already been honed by an introductory text or class.
More. I bought this little, easily read book with the intention of better understanding the poetry i hope to read over the next several months. It hasn't hindered me.
Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.
Can you dig it? Mary Oliver does. And she makes poetry sound juicy throughout. Brava!
Less. In "Sound" she self-consciously stumbles through questionable theories about how vowel and consonant sounds embellish a poem's overall meaning. "More Devices of Sound" heads back uphill: the joy of alliteration, assonance, consonance, and rhyme allegedly derive from a kind of reverence or religion so feed us cornucopias of examples and Nuff said. [i no longer have any idea what this is supposed to mean]
I learned a lot from "The Line": how to read stress (ie, not as i currently do); that enjambment throws me; that short lines befuddle me; that long lines lose (loose?) me. Size matters.
Oliver describes "Verse That Is Free" as brazenly as 2 adolescent fish philosophizing about water. Breathe deep....more
In June of 2010 and again in June of 2012 i tried to read this book. I really want to like it and i really want to read it, but i probably never will.In June of 2010 and again in June of 2012 i tried to read this book. I really want to like it and i really want to read it, but i probably never will. Weinstein's stated goals attract me but his expressed views distract me. And i can't seem to get past the Proust. Maybe there'll be a meeting of our minds some other time, Professor Dubya.