FactsAreUseless posted:Billy Collins is the Robert Frost of poetry. This is as apt a judgment as any I've seen. Edit: Please excuse the triple post. Iamblikhos fucked around with this message at 23:43 on Apr 15, 2014 |
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Apr 15, 2014 23:19
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AllanGordon posted:Hey Poetry Megathread. The only real poetry ive read for pleasure (not to say some of the stuff ive read in school was bad but never grabbed me) was a book of the collected works of Frank O'Hara. You should check out William Carlos Williams, going by your example. O'Hara is considered to belong to the New York School, but of the poets associated with it the closest one to him is probably James Schyler.
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Apr 15, 2014 23:22
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Poutling posted:That list is pretty western-centric with 2 Japanese haiku guys thrown in at the end. I would add at least Pablo Neruda and Rainer Maria Rilke to the list, and maybe Cavafy and Czeslaw Milosz. While I personally dislike Neruda a great deal, he is indeed accessible, moreso than any of the other three. These are all Western poets, though  I wish I knew more about non-Western poetry. The only ones I know and would recommend are Kabir and Nazim Hikmet.
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Apr 15, 2014 23:30
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AllanGordon posted:
William Carlos Williams from: SPRING AND ALL (1923) The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air--The edge cuts without cutting meets--nothing--renews itself in metal or porcelain-- whither? It ends-- But if it ends the start is begun so that to engage roses becomes a geometry-- Sharper, neater, more cutting figured in majolica-- the broken plate glazed with a rose Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses-- The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end--of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits Crisp, worked to defeat laboredness--fragile plucked, moist, half-raised cold, precise, touching What The place between the petal's edge and the From the petal's edge a line starts that being of steel infinitely fine, infinitely rigid penetrates the Milky Way without contact--lifting from it--neither hanging nor pushing-- The fragility of the flower unbruised penetrates space
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Apr 16, 2014 18:45
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dogcrash truther posted:My mistake. I thought you had dumb teenager contrarian opinions of Robert Frost, instead of the sophisticated perspective you displayed by refraining from using sarcasm tags. Anyway, Robert Frost was a great American poet whose poems use a mastery of the American vernacular to deploy multiple layers of irony to reflect a complex, penetrating perspective in which human beings' strivings for significance and comfort are punctured by harsh, but necessary, interruptions from an uncaring natural world. Peace out. Robert Frost is good for introducing schoolchildren to poetry. While he is indeed able to command the American vernacular within his limited lyrical range, I cannot see anyting like a "complex, penetrating perspective" in his work. In fact, I see just the opposite, along with transparently conscious strain to produce something like a "complex, penetrating perspective". The most charitable thing to say is that his work predisposes his more sophisticated readers to see depth and complexity that's not intrinsic to his poetry but a reflection of their own depth and complexity. dogcrash truther posted:like almost all neoclassical poetry that isn't satire, that means it's self-satisfied and dull. That's a bit harsh, I think.
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Apr 18, 2014 21:17
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Matoi Ryuko posted:The whole time I was reading it, I was howling with laughter! Leave this sanctuary of the arts, BYOB troll! Ignore him, Fallorn. Your literary preferences deserve as much respect as anyone else's.
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Apr 18, 2014 22:12
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