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[This assignment arose from a Michelle Bonczek idea, and is used with permission.] . And I'm sure many of these poems have relationships with each other, and I imagine to feel the inner turmoil of Mariah Carey and the desperate plight of Bobby Brown, to corner But in the maze mushrooms erupt on rotting bodies. I swear, the crappiest poems ever written are by Meghan Lindenberger .. has a connection with the neighboring river. n our time the old house is become Bobby D had to go Mitchell Sanders carries condoms, and Norma Bowker carries a diary. It has lost meaning, deserted and alone in a maze with solid walls. Photograph courtesy of; Inside the Maze: Laurence McKeown with fellow He also took part in the hunger strike in which Bobby Sands and nine other In his youth McKeown had often heard people singing rebel songs in bars, but .. in , he entered a second relationship, marrying Michelle in
The solution is to kill us all. In this regard, the dreaming up of a police detective who Neruda outwits at every turn seems particularly uncomprehending of the realities of other communists in Chile less fortunate than the grandstanding poet.
In a sense, poetry itself is being interrogated: The poet speaks for the people in that the people—their lives, their fears, their struggles, their loves—are already the material of his poetry.
Which brings us back to the question: As public or as private figure, the poet writes lines in the way one washes dishes, smokes a cigarette, or breathes in the air at Machu Picchu. The framing is intended to invite us into the labor of her writing, and yet, similar to the shot of a young Dickinson gazing outside, her thought process remains occluded to us.
This chain of actions seems to link the scripting of the poems to the primary moment the film opened with, in which Dickinson refutes the Christian rigidity of her schooling and its false certainty for the communal solitude of sunlight, the vista of an open window, and a steady and cautious agnosticism.
Dickinson answers to no one but to her own labor. Still from A Quiet Passion, dir. Poetry remains figurally unrepresentable in pictures or on film, but these films seem to arrive at the same conclusion for poets who are strikingly, even vastly, different: There is a notable lack of conviction in the transmission. Is it the medium-specific anxiety over how to represent poetry? Or maybe New Englanders in the s just talked that way? She would like to know if she can really start studying English on September I think of translation as a process of constant displacement, a set of linguistic signs displaced by another.
And this displacement takes place under specific historical conditions, sometimes acting out the orders from the darkness. My hope is that the displaced poetic or narrative identity manages to persist in its dislocation, translating itself out of the orders of darkness alone or with assistance from the translator who must also translate herself. On August 13,I find her at the lunchroom of the shelter.
Spaghetti and garlic bread. She is very troubled by the people who follow her. Allison Adelle Hedge Coke: These poems are indeed most recent poems by four terrific Indigenous poets who are all new to publishing book-length works, new to the widely published poetic field.
Thus the strategic compilation is certainly capable of revolutionary act. These poems present precise plucks and timelessly new persuasions unhindered by anticipatory reasoning and unhaltered by weary expectations. The wholly evocative image-ridden hurtle of this read slows itself intentionally to coalesce and invoke the contemplative ambler.
Thus the quadruped volume of four chapbooks runs its ungulate course from horses holding branding calves in Hawaiian round-up nights, to caribou scrambling on hooves with driftwood pact.
This is poetic Indigenous disclosure, a new collection in a revelatory sense of the word. The tangible expansive relativity niched within these amalgamated works spreads like a winged message across Pacific-rimmed horizons, engaging and coercing us, as readers, to attempt touch perceptible sans self-conscious expression.
The poetic process embodied in invoked image and sounded stimuli impresses the reader with a relative physiological experience realized in a sensory manner, continually expanding with each layer afforded this book. This is a muscle spindle of a read, serving as introduction to the new series and as the resistant stretch-reflex to the newly now non-existent colonial pull of canonical literature, previously inhibiting public display of Indigenous genius.
Also applicable, whether in a broad sense or slimly significant to the nature of this read: Does it matter to you if a reader views these poems as found or views them as made? It may be that my comments in a note on the acknowledgements page and at the back of Merrybegot have misled readers.
Very few of the poems can be called found poems. Most of them are fictions that I made. My raw material is a variety of English other than Standard English, but that does not make me more indebted to the source than any writer who draws upon the resources of language. Perhaps 20 percent of the poems might be said to have some element of the found in them, insofar as they incorporate quotations from the Dictionary of Newfoundland English.
The Dictionary of Newfoundland English was, in addition to being a catalyst because 56 of its bringing into print recorded speech, a direct source for some lines. But in these pieces it was often a matter of knitting lines into fictions of my own making.
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Far more of these poems have no element of the found. They are small monologues, small fictions which aim to evoke a world, in themselves and in their interrelations. While a scrap of incident or speech overheard speech, not that in a dictionary might have served as a springboard, that is a case only of the usual workings of the imagination. What distinguishes the poems of Merrybegot, perhaps, is their lusty transactions with speech—whether that preserved in the Dictionary of Newfoundland English, or that rippling and fizzing in my daily life.
Sometimes those transactions are complicated ones, shifting back and forth between the oral and the written. It had 57 its beginnings in a quip made by a man who was speaking of the north shore of Conception Bay, a coast more rugged, more exposed to the Atlantic Ocean than the sheltered head of the bay where he lives and now farms on family land.
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His phrasing struck me as a perfect little language-jig, and also as characteristic of a certain playful exaggeration common in Newfoundland speech and stories. Also, it expressed neatly a longstanding attitude of condescension on the part of the Irish-Catholic head of the bay to the rockier English-Protestant north shore.
Form and content seemed to fuse beautifully. And because, whether oral or written in its immediate origin, on the lips of J. The poem is, then, a found one. I found it in speech; J. The oral in bed with the written, and the goings-on are slippery.
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An intriguing question, like those Russian dolls with a doll inside the largest one, and another inside that one, and so on. It would take a book to answer this question adequately, it seems to me. How does dramatic poetry fit into this? The plays of Shakespeare? The dramatic 59 monologues of Robert Browning?K. Michelle and Megan Ryte Talks Being On Tour Together, New Music, And Jack Daniels
All of these come into play in considerations of how a poet achieves authenticity, somehow arriving at his or her own unique vision and method. Inventing voices or characters, as a novelist or a playwright would, is one of the technical possibilities available to the writer in pursuit of his or her own distinctive making. The book is one manifestation of my individuality as an artist; in it I found that I was able to write in the cadences and idioms of my particular place, to recover in my writing life a music that had been subdued in the course of a bookish life.
This is not to dismiss or understate the importance to me of other richly satisfying cadences, those absorbed from reading canonical English literature.
My voice in the larger sense is some confluence of the oral and written. Is gossip an under-recognized source of linguistic energy and poetic invention? Merrybegot is a portrait of a clan, a tribe, a group of people whose lives are intertwined and who must get along with one another somehow. She was mad because she seemed to have no empathy and she felt someone who is a mother should understand her and try to get him to be a responsible father.
He portrays to her that will be there and never shows up. She said this has been an ongoing thing but now that he is dating a public figure, things became public. She said he was and still is an absentee dad. The rest of the interview is quite interesting and you can listen to it below.
I could be wrong but she did not come across like a woman who wants the man, she came across more like a woman who wants her child to have her father in her life which is understandable. I feel where K. She should have played it neutral and encourage him to be there for his child because a man who is capable of abandoning her child could easily do that to her too.
Somewhere in the interview Angela mentioned she did not want her child around K. Michelle, well she has a better understanding why but sometimes you just have to make peace with all parties to move forward, that is if the man is willing to fully step up to the plate and be a good dad.
Fighting will not resolve anything.