Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Month: October 2017

Happy Halloween: Poetry Card Final Week 17 (US, UK)

Edgar"Once upon a midnight dreary, while
    I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious
    volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping,
    suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping,
    rapping at my chamber door.

20171030_110034The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

I did not plan this card to fall in the last set for a Halloween post. I swear. These cards were picked completely randomly. I even purchased a dollar store tombstone for my office this month that says "never more."

Poetry: it's just magic.

Edgar Allan Poe had a rough life. He was “orphaned and destitute” in childhood and taken in by the Allan family of Richmond VA. From them he received a good education but he had health problems and came across as dark and destructive. With his “macabre tales" he "pioneered the modern detective story.” He is widely known for “The Raven” but this composition was the beginning of an unstable end.

Andrew-marvell“Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day…”

The last card of 48, “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell.

When you look up the poem, the second paragraph goes on to say…

"But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity."

And this reminds me of a category of pop songs I dub the "Go All The Way" songs (after the Raspberries) that have been produced ever since.

Marvell was apolitical and pastoral while he was tutor to a lord’s daughter. Later, he became a "vicious political satirist and defender of John Milton and Oliver Cromwell" and an influential member of [British] Parliament.

Final stats:

Not a lot of diversity here but this is an older deck. I have a feeling a 2017 deck would rob less from the canon and more from women and people of color. Measly lack of women, especially British women from what I'm still convinced is a British deck, but many American women (almost half). The majority of poems are from the last two centuries which is understandable considering most people claim to be allergic to moldy old poems.

1 black American female
3 black American males
8 white American females
10 white American males
21 American poets (4 Americans of color, 9 women)

1 white Andalusian male
1 white Austrian male
1 Chilean male

13 white English males
2 white English females
1 white Scottish male
1 white Welsh male
17 British poets (all white, 2 women)

2 white French males
1 white Greek male
1 white Irish male
1 white Italian male
1 Japanese male

1 500s BC poet
2 1300s poet
1 1500s poet
3 1600s poet
1 1700s poet
15 1800s poets
25 1900s poets

Poetry Card Week 16 (UK, US)

Chaucer“Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed ever veyne in swich licour
Or which vertu engendred is the flour…”

Prologue to The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Boy, spell check hated that verse. Literally, these are the lines that began English literature. I took a class in this book in college. It was required. But I have to say, the class was not as torturous as you might imagine. This is a story about a holy pilgrimage from London to Canterbury by 29 people who each get to spin a yarn along the way. It was funny and bawdy as I remember. Our teacher, on the other hand, was a stern old humorless bore. My Shakespeare teacher was a character herself. She was a veritable Shakespeare groupie who made her own pilgrimages to Stratford-upon-Avon and enthusiastically showed us her grainy snapshots.

Edwardlear“There was an older person of Dover,
Who rushed through a field of blue Clover;
But some very large bees stung his nose and his knees,
So he very soon went back to Dover.”

Limericks” by Edward Lear

According to the card, Lear “made the world safe for the limerick.” These are just nonsensical party games that were written to the grand-kids of his patron. They even came with comic graphics.

Langston-huges“And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead.”

The Weary Blues” by Langston Hughes

According to the card, one of the “masterpieces of the Harlem Renaissance” in the 1920s.  Hughes spent his career perusing an authentic African American voice," one infused with the syncopation and stylings of black music; jazz, gospel, and blues." I've been collecting poems about dictators on my website and on Facebook. By far the biggest response I've received has been for excerpts of Hughes' poem "Let America Be America Again."

Current stats:

1 black American female
3 black American males
8 white American females
9 white American males
1 white Andalusian male
1 white Austrian male
1 Chilean male
12 white English males
2 white English females
2 white French males
1 white Greek male
1 white Irish male
1 white Italian male
1 Japanese male
1 white Scottish male
1 white Welsh male

1 500s BC poet
2 1300s poet
1 1500s poet
2 1600s poet
1 1700s poet
14 1800s poets
25 1900s poets

Sometimes It’s Poetry, Sometimes It’s Not

EddiedeanAnd then it sort of is.

Many, many years ago my parents gave me a notebook that had been my grandfather’s. It was full of pages of handwritten verses. My parents assumed these were poems and since I liked poetry, (and my brothers got the horse saddles and cowboy hats), they gave me the notebook. The notebook sat in a box for a decade or so before I decided to transcribe the verses. As I was typing them out, it occurred to me they might not be poems, or original poems anyway. My grandfather started his career as a forest ranger at Jicarilla, an Apache Indian reservation in northern New Mexico. He spent a lot of time on a horse out in the middle of nowhere. He had left his girlfriend, my grandmother, back in Roy, New Mexico. He had no cellphone, transistor radio or 78-record turntable to pass the time. I figured he was probably kind of stir crazy and writing down some poems or songs he liked to pass the time.

This was 1926.

So I Googled a line or two. And bingo: they were all old songs (and a few odd pages from a Spanish class). I was able to purchase all the recordings from iTunes, all but one song which apparently hasn’t been recorded often, if at all. I picked either artists my grandfather might have known or, failing to find that, versions I liked. When I couldn’t decide, I added both versions. Then I sorted them into a mix I called the Burt Ladd Mix 1926 (or BLadd Mix) and gave it to my father for Father’s Day present in 2015.

I thought it would make a good playlist on YouTube and I’ve finally put it up. Some of the mariachi songs aren't the same versions I found on iTunes. Some of these old cowboy and mariachi songs are pretty famous, others more obscure. He probably became familiar with them from local traveling bands (Bob Wills started out in Roy, New Mexico) and from local parties and dances.

The play list.

Other poetry projects and experiments on my YT channel.

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