Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Month: March 2014

National Poetry Month 2014

NPM_Poster2014_NewsletterNational Poetry Writing Month for 2014 is just two days away!

I've been so busy this year, I almost forgot it was coming. But I'm up for the challenge again!

I will be doing a poem a day for the month and posting it on Hello Poetry: http://hellopoetry.com/mary-mccray/. You can read more about the NaPoWriMo challenge here: http://www.napowrimo.net/

My parents are visiting us half-way through the month for a week and a half so I've constructed a theme for myself this year, 30 Poems about Language, and will be sampling aphorisms in each poem to help me get it done while hosting company and going to family reunions.

Another poetry month activity I would recommend is a daily check-in to the poetry blog tour on Savvy Verse & Wit. I had a lot of fun last year following the various daily bloggers and their posts, which ranged from discussions of individual poets to ideas for poetry projects to little chats about all aspects of poetry.

   

A Book About the Philosophy of Writing Poetry

NineI really enjoyed this book of essays by Jane Hirshfield called Nine Gates, Entering the Mind of Poetry. But I was predisposed to like it because the floating spirituality and humor of Zen Buddhism appeals to me.

This book is a dense, philosophical meditation and is difficult in its own way. I would not recommend it to beginners.

Hirshfield's studies more advanced topics of poetry, such as the nature of attention and concentration (an essay I found hard to concentrate on), a detailed study of her own translations of Japanese poets, what originality really means. She discusses economy, quietness, writing as experiencing, words as probes, the poet as a complicated being, the life of words on paper and via sound, the spiritual path of the writer.

Some concise balanced summaries on the history and trends of modernism and post-modernism can be found in various places as well as mediations on the tensions between formalists and conceptualists.

Her study on the issues of translations was particularly interesting. She studies the cultural gaps between Japanese and American poetics and her strategies to cover those gaps.

My job as a consultant to ICANN is to help post translated materials to their web site in various languages. As I was reading Hirshfields chapter on translation, this ICANN video was published about how difficult (but absolutely necessary) translation work can be. ICANN is a good example of translation's necessity. As decisions about Internet functionality and governance are made, stakeholders from around the world need to have access to understanding how those decisions are being made.

If only readers could see themselves as "stakeholders" in both social and spiritual world events and see poems as "documents" providing valuable information, as important as a statement of intent, action plan, treaty or memorandum of understanding.

   

Poets on Cable TV

JdPoets on International Cable News!

Last week I went to Phoenix to see the opening show of Cher's Dressed to Kill tour. While Monsieur Big Bang and I were there we flipped through the channels of our hotel's cable and stumbled upon RT TV or Russia Today. Similar to CNN, this cable news station is apparently gaining popularity in the US. According to Wikipedia, "In 2011 it was the second most-watched foreign news channel in the U.S. after BBC World News."

As we tuned in, the show airing referred to RT as "radical thought" and first aired a soapbox video from a gun advocate and his suspicions about the US government. That was followed by the "spoken word artist" Jamie Dunmore reading an environmental poem called "My Call to Humanity" in full and live on the program. I was stunned at how much airtime this show gave him. And then, as if that wasn't radical enough, they interviewed him about his thoughts on how to challenge government propaganda and consumerism! Crazy!

Watch his peformance on RT
See the RT Interview
Read the poem
See other YouTube performances
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GhostadvPoets on Ghost Hunting Reality Shows!

When I came home from seeing Cher in Phoenix, I immediately had started a week of nightshift work supporting the website of ICANN during their Singapore meeting. To keep myself awake, I watched crime shows like Snapped or anything on ID network, or, if Monsieur Big Bang is up, we like to watch ghost shows.

I must say, I'm not always convinced these shows find any ghostly evidence. I think most of what spooks us can be explained by normal events. The rest is either wishful seeking or will explained some day by future scientific discoveries. That is not to say I don't believe in life after death or ghosts per se. I am just not convinced these shows have found the chatty corpse. However, I am addicted to these shows nonetheless.

I'm fascinated by what spooks us and am  fascinated by a good old ghost story, the ability to tell a story that seizes the heart of the listener and manipulates their fears. There's a craft to it. Torhoue

So I was thrilled last night when I came upon an episode of Ghost Adventures from Season 7 in 2012 called "Tor House." The house was built in Carmel, California, by poet Robinson Jeffers and show spends a good portion of the beginning with readings of Jeffers' poetry, particularly as it relates to the location and his theories about ghosts. 

They read his poem "The Ghost" in full at the top of the show.

There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill
Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, all made of rough sea rock
And Portland cement. I imagine, fifty years from now,
A mist-gray figure moping about this place in mad moonlight, examining
the mortar-joints, pawing the

Parasite ivy: "Does the place stand? How did it take that last earthquake?" Then someone comes
From the house-door, taking a poodle for his bedtime walk. The dog snarls and retreats; the man
Stands rigid, saying "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Nothing to hurt you," it answers, "I am just looking
At the walls that I built. I see that you have played hell
With the trees that I planted." "There has to be room for people," he answers. "My God," he says, "That still!"

The ghost hunters speculate on his predictions in the poem and the coincidences they have Robisonjeffersexperienced during their production of the episode, which is the 50th anniversary of his death at the house in 1962.

This is one of many favorite uses, among many, of poetry: going beyond aesthetics to mine poetry for practical information based on a topic, in this case ghosts.

The show's participants sat around a table and thumbed through Jeffers' books of poetry, asking questions and looking for clues to his theories about the paranormal, particularly his Stone Tape Theory which they describe and find evidence of in his poem called "Carmel Point"

The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses—
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;   
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rock-heads—
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide   
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty   
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.—As for us:   
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.
 

Particularly they focus on the line "lives in the very grain of the granite." They also find something in the poem "Granite and Cypress."

Then they do a full, dramatic "on location" reading of the poem "Inscription for the Gravestone." Their shared performance of the poem are both funny and moving. I'm amazied just that they are doing it!

In discussing his death bed, they read from "The Bed by the Window."

I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed
When we built the house, it is ready waiting,
Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects
Its latter purpose. I often regard it,
With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalled
That they kill each other and a crystalline interest
Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to finish;
And then it will sound rather like music
When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky
Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: 'Come, Jeffers.'

Then they interview the staff. Archivist/writer Joan (Meyers) Hendrickson tells of a ghostly experience she had where she heard keys jangling in the lock and saw an apparition cross a room to a window. She wrote a poem about the experience called "Revenant" which she reads on the show. I loved her line, "the long deceased stone mason come to visit the reliquary that held his heart".

Like all ghost shows, this one finds random, non sequitur EVPs (electronic voice phenomena) and possibly a video apparition outside Hawk Tower which could be explained by video calibration. They do debunk some orbs and the humming of a piano wires which occurs when the host starts to talk too loud.

You get a tour of the beautiful grounds of Tor House and the coast of California and learn a bit about Robinson and his mystic-wife Una. You see the artifacts of his life including his writing desk. It was like visiting a writers house on Book TV but with an EVP recorder and a SB7 spirit box.

The Travel Channel page on the show with clips from the show
Access to watch the full episode on Amazon or iTunes

  

Saturday Moment of Craft: Thought as Ordering

PoetryYears ago at a library booksale, I grabbed this paperback 1959 book, Poetry, A Modern Guide to its Understanding and Enjoyment by Elizabeth Drew from The Laurel Poetry Series.

I was struck by how tiny the page font was all the way back there in modernity.

Opening to a random page to find my marginalia, I came across a great passage on ordering, which hearkens back to one of my favorite guides, Thinking in Writing by Donald McQuade and Robert Atwan.

This quote is from the chapter on Imagery, which starts with the phrase quote "Saying one thing and meaning another" by Robert Frost.

It was Aristotle who first said that metaphor was essential to poetry and was the one thing that the poet could not be taught. It's an intuitive perception of similarities between dissimilars…

…"All thought is sorting," says I.A. Richards, and the poet's achievement is the result of this process"…

Drew then paraphrases T.S. Eliot in saying:

the fine poet doesn't take everything he finds as of equal value. He "sorts" it. It is quite as easy to have too many images as too few. Unlike a logical argument, a poem is not the sum of its individual parts; it's a pattern of living relationships among statements and images, the way they kindle or support of modify one another by the poet's arrangement.

In relation to my response to Susan Howe's organization of her thoughts on Emily Dickinson over the last two weeks, I've been thinking of all the pleasures I get from acts of sorting: sorting papers from an old box found in the garage, sorting during spring cleaning or before a garage sale, sorting laundry, sorting my candy skittles by color before eating them, sorting my lucky charms. Not all poets enjoy the sorted world or the futile act of trying to sort out the world. I've noticed this seems to stem from a fact of temperament.

On the Strength Finders test, one of my five strengths was connection. I naturally zip to what is "like" versus what is "unlike." I'm like this in work and social situations, as well, always thrilled to find out what I have in common with those I meet.

One of my best friends tested high in naturally seeing difference between people, honing in on individual singularity. I feel this would make her a great novelist. She's a connoisseur of characters while my mind is busy creating bridges.

 

A Book About What Emily Was Reading

MyedMy Emily Dickinson by Susan Howe: this was both an worthwhile and frustrating read. I would describe it as meditative, fractured scholarship because it's not organized in the classical sense. By design it's more scattered, anecdotal. That I didn’t mind. It was a poem-like weaving of scholarship on Dickinson’s mindset according to Susan Howe, what she was reading, what intellectual ideals she was exposed to, focusing heavily on Calvanism, Robert Browning, and Shakespeare.

I most enjoyed Howe’s sometimes cryptic scholarship. What I didn't enjoy after a time were the corpulent quotations, sometimes given without any context.

In the end, it felt as much like this was a private correspondence as it was some unfinished and messy intellectualism. Not accessible but not entirely a bad thing.

  

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