I’m either crawling toward something or away from something. Rarely both.
In January, I began reading poetry incessantly. Since I tend to write 8-12 poems per week, I figured I should start reviewing the greats, contemporaries of the greats, and contemporary (modern?) poets.
Now that it’s National Poetry Month, I have redoubled my efforts. My twitter feed is chock-a-block with links to poetry I’ve never read before. My office is piled with books, handy at a moments notice. I’m reviewing T.S. Eliot, Benét, Don Marquis, and James Thurber (Thurber wasn’t a poet, but he always makes me laugh; my wife has a standing order that when I fall into my first coma, she is to read Thurber to me incessantly).
I found a fine hardbound book at the local used bookstore recently, The Bellman Book Of Verses, 1906-1919. Many fine poems here amid the ones that simply don’t speak to me. That is, not my cup of tea.
Well, isn’t that the way with poetry, art, music and literature? When a bit of art is revered, it’s not a bad idea to observe it on your own and attempt to suss out why it is revered. Of course, you can look at post analysis and comparative studies to find out what the fuss is all about. As I have tromped about gracelessly on this planet, I have discovered a wonderful escape hatch which I use often.
I Immerse myself in a style or genre for a little while. One that is just a bit outside of my own established interests. There’s no real work involved. Just read, or observe, or listen to that art, attempting to experience what others might. My brain begins to make connections, revealing overlaps. I’ll know when I think to myself, “Hey, that kinda reminds me of X”.
When I’m studying poetry, I know I already have an established feather bed to fall into if things get weird. I can read 3 consecutive modern poems that do not rev me up. No need to be disillusioned. I can always rinse my brain’s mouth out with Kipling. Or Browning. And in dire emergencies, break glass to access James Thurber.
Happy hunting fellow poets. ~Tom~
There Are A Thousand Ways, by PHILIP ALPHONSE RIZZO, published in Spillway number 6, 1997
I long for the earth Honor dirt in fingernails soil that blows into corners Thank the dust clarioned from the stars impacts the tundra that feed caribou Bless ancestral ashes that make roses bloom Praise Sahara dunes the droppings of camels and horses Give reverence to warm grays ochres siennas the burnt umber that roots the pine in Sedona I love the black humus that sticks to Italian names hugs celery around Rome and Utica Kneel and kiss bricks fired to propagate courtyards Massage glazing pots hungering for marigolds Prostrate myself before loam holy blend that substrates corn and wheat and soy beans in Iowa and Nebraska gives artichokes to salads grapes to wind in California Wash not my hands too well after digging in the garden Am not harsh with what we were or shall become
Recently viewed the film CALIFORNIA TYPEWRITER. Got me thinking about the various types of collectors out there, and what motivates individuals.
typecast on my 1979 Olympia SG3 – pdf file at bottom of post
AR – 1ip 5ervice
my father called his wallet a billfold
simply put a portable engagement
for goods and services
our n.r.a. has a billfold too
simply put a stable lobby
for goods and services
guised as rights (by god no less)
you are folded under leather
with no haggling in the street
with no argument for debate
you are wrong
they are right
— i never feared the paper tiger
— until now
Well, if ever I wanted to open a full can of wrigglin’ worms, the history of the U.S. Census would rate high. I have been delving back into my own family history lately, and any researcher of that ilk will tell you that the life blood of many a new branch on the family tree begins with the census.
I will not attempt to scrawl an in depth history of the census. You can do that yourself. However, here are some fun links I recently found about what it’s like to be a census taker. You know, way back before computers, and beyond.
What Did A ’40s Census-Taker Look Like? — Here you have a brief article from LIFE magazine. The photos are posed, but they convey a great deal about what life was like in middle America coming out of the 30’s.
Here we have an article from AOL – yes! AOL! From 2010, this article will give you some indication of how antiquated the fact gathering system was, even in 2010. DISCLAIMER: If this link is broken when you click it, don’t come cryin’ to me…
Here I leave you with a swell link to the actual Census Bureau website. Fascinating stuff! On the left margin are links to facts about the progression of how the census changed over time. As you might imagine, many folks have looked upon census takers as intruders, bent on collecting information for nefarious purposes. In actuality, the census was conceived and perpetuated so the people of the United States can be fairly represented. If you disagree with that perspective well, that’s your right. I highly suggest however, that if the census man comes to your door, ask questions first. Better yet; answer the questions. ~TH~