The novel, the essay, reportage, even the printing of gossip grew along with the growth of literacy and the mechanization of publishing. \rAshbery's dreamy, flowing, indefiniteness is evasive in the extreme. Now who's being mean? In 30,000 year old notched bones he contended that he found a system of lunar calendation. In 2007 Schnabel released The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, another adaptation of an autobiography, this one by Jean-Dominique Bauby, the one-time French Elle editor who became almost completely paralyzed after a stroke, save the use of his left eye. His quick ascension speaks to the passion, knowledge, and enthusiasm he had for the New York City art world, a world that … Also what a tragedy for the men who came to idealize crippled girls!\rGirls aren't poetry, by the way, Michael. Des, if you want to read my writing, Google is yr friend. The relationship between painters and poets (there were many poets who, themselves, painted, and painters who wrote) is well documented. while drunk, and rocking to and fro in a packet boat.\rOh, see here, you're not making 'intellectual discourse;' is that what you think you're doing? There's a reason, for instance, couples have that "how was your day" exchange: telling each other the events of the hours they spent apart helps them feel as though they weren't apart at all. I still have digital cameras, but I’m increasingly using completely mechanical cameras – one of them a year older than I am. I started chatting about the fault-lines I saw in Chilean poetry, going back to the thirties when Pablo Neruda, Pablo De Rokha (the original larger than life Bukowski) and Vicente Huidobro were reviling each other – epithets like "plagiarist" and 'degenerate" and "pink-fingered señorito playing with his parents' money" were thrown back and forth – and Fondebrider stopped me. No one seemed to understand that poetry, like contemporary classical music, is a minor art these days. Picasso's literary output more or less petered out after Orgaz, as he refocused his efforts on painting and sculpture. [interpolation...] His just music, the injure of the nib as it begins to complete the desolate pages. Damn near too much concentration in such a small space. Michelangelo, Blake and up to our own times. I told you not to read so much Ashbery! Sorry, but that's how it is. \rThe word "phenomenology," is a couple of hundred years old, coined in 1797 by German physicist Johann Heinrich Lambert, for the title of the fourth part of his "Neues Organon" and means the study of phenomena. You haven't read the poem, but it contrasts the daily desire for transformation - here figured as the an engagement with the poetic tradition epitomized by Marvell's line "As one put drunk into the Packet-boat" - with "night, the reserved, the reticent," which "gives more than it takes," in which such transformative longing is deferred. \rSo maybe what we're dealing with, rather than quickness or slowness, is a balance between the materials (the medium) and the idea. Does that make it any more or less? Fact is, and judging on the earlier artifacts found on at least four continents, abstract, petrographic, art came long before such scenes as found at Lascaux. Percy Bysshe Shelley was born August 4, 1792, at Field Place, near Horsham, Sussex, England. There are the towering examples, from Michelangelo to Gertrude Stein, Cummings to John Ashbery, who for many years made his living as an art critic, while pretty much refusing to engage in literary criticism. \rBut for that one word, the fulcrum, the master-key, the great raw wormhole to heaven: "sullen!" It is curious that the language of painting reached its most sophisticated moment, its representational apogee, in the late Renaissance and Baroque and only discovered a new language through a gradual loosening of the nearly photographic rigor of such artists as Vermeer and Dürer. Then suddenly there is silence as the young woman arrives upon an ordinary beach, and in a silvery moment meets another simple person face to face.\rJohn Ashbery disintegrates in cosmic light and wonder alright, but for me rarely steps upon that beach. He was merely unified in what he was given, what he was born into, including those glasses and his dirty sense of humor (Benny Hill if you must! But Letters ought to be larger than this.\rI speak up only because I sincerely feel the insidious nature of Ashbery-ism is real and the damage it is doing to intellectual discourse is real, and larger than anyone can know. What sparked this meditation was a blog I read last week, or two weeks ago, on the Venice Bienalle by Stefano Tonchi, entitled “Venice, Slowly Surely” in the New York Times, June 9. 3x3. That poets and visual artists hunger for one another's language(s) is intriguing to me--I believe both use the metaphorical, only, one can do so in silence, as you suggest ...and the cape or feather of personality rather belongs to both, if the ego dances thattaway. One sane thing our friend Pound said (but didn't always follow) was that poetry should be at least as well written as prose; the corollary is that prose should be as well written as poetry. Van Gogh is known for being psychologically unstable, but his arts are among the most popular and most famous artists… But Michael, seriously, it's not an easy call whatever you might say--the poetry is superbe on one level but it's deeply flawed as well. His editions of Pessoa have become the templates for Brazilian, French, Spanish and Italian editions and others. Christopher,\rI can't believe you're riding me this way. a, A Novel reminds me of Jack Kerouac's The Subterraneans, a punctuation-less speedball of a book that I couldn't finish, but the difference is, Warhol's novel was intended somewhat as a joke, and Kerouac's wasn't. Let me try to wrestle you awake with another.\rI've mentioned before that I like that Robert Zemeckis film called 'Contact.' It is in four sections. \rMartin, Damn, I didn't answer that well at all--abject obeisance!\rOf course I've got the "literary resources," and my "textual skills" are just fine. Is it law suits you're worried about, or the china closet?\rLet's get some Chile in the air!\rChristopher. Five thirty am, the light of day nowhere apparent, two candles illuminating the mahogany surface of his desk, haloing pens, inkstand, blank pages. The sob sister at induce. Makes me feel right at home in a world I'd love to be---a glass of wine, imagine, and I think she's wearing tights!\rAlso, if there is a specific poem that goes with that very striking lithograph, why don't you post it? \rHowever! Out of his research came his book, "The Roots of Civilization," which is a delight to read.\rHere is the best link I can find to give an idea of what he thought. Perhaps that’s not their office – but… one of the ways to do that is to stop worrying so much about poetry, per se, and go out and see how things actually are out there, and then to more honestly incorporate the fact of one’s mortality in the process. &, uh, you do realize that it's self-evident that daytime & nighttime must contain differing phenomenologies? However, she was a recluse, dressed up in white, and mostly interacted with people through correspondence. Your average reader or connoisseur now needed guidance. Going back to film slows everything down, drastically: composition, sensitivity to light, contrast and ultimately processing the negative. Gratuitous name-dropping alert: I was having dinner with Michael Palmer once & we discussed this very question with respect to Ashbery. "\rIt makes me flinch when readers assume great poets don't spend a lot of time & thought on self-positioning. The challenge was phrased in that aggressive way to force some answers.\rIt was also phrased, I'd hoped, in such a way that you'd be free to say I'm just too greedy in the way I vacuum up the words, like a prisoner, or a camel.\rBut of course there are no answers, and if there were it would be a sure sign we were through with that and ready to move on.\rLike the end of the Women's Work thread, where I've just come from. Perhaps Martin and Pontus passed me on the street, or I looked up to see the lights still on in their loft.\rSo what interests me a lot, Martin and Margo, is that Pontus painted while Martin typed, and when they both had finished Martin talked about the painting. But I still leave you there with my challenge. He was also a child prodigy as he started penning down poems at the age of 8. Real in the sense of an actual encounter within the busy-body hum.\rIn John Ashbery there is nobody there in one sense, nobody to meet in other words, and in another sense there is nobody there but John Ashbery, so there's only him to meet if only he were there. If you're serious about not realizing that the title of that poem is a line from Andrew Marvell, then no wonder you don't like to do any work when you read. I've been working against a major deadline this week. I want the real encounter.\r\rChristopher. Unless you live in Antarctica, maybe. I now see you meant it to describe the mug's game of debating certain of our confreres. read this poet's poems. A. Martin's first ¶ first draft:\rThe analogy of Thomas Mann at his letter desk is, recompense me, symbolical. I read three-card monty as metaphor for Ashbery's poetics. We're so indoctrinated by our 'get help' culture we assume everybody has a real self, or ought to, and that everybody has the obligation to at least try to be who they truly are. I don't know whether to read Thomas Brady's comments about me just above as a castration or a compliment. So I suppose it's fair to say Picasso's literary work is good, if you're into that sort of thing, though he's really not breaking any new ground in the surrealist/bizarro camp. Everything moves too quickly and provisionally. I can understand that the "lay reader" (now we're a clergy!) \rhttp://www.ou.edu/worldlit/onlinemagazine/2007May/20quintais-earl.pdf\rMartin, Thanks for that, Martin, and I'll follow up the URL and get back to you at an appropriate moment.\rAlso, of course I'm new here--indeed I'm new to everything. . Pontus and I entered into a kind of collaboration almost immediately. Artists’ model and Rossetti’s wife Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal not only posed for many Pre-Raphaelite works, but also produced them herself. El Greco declines the invitation, saying, "No, the glare of daylight would spoil my inner light." There are at least a hundred of them. If Picasso is the Prince of Cubism, then surely Dalí is the King of Surrealism. Basic colors. Perhaps it was this blank in Ashbery's poetry which appealed to Auden on some unconscious level when he chose Ashbery for the Yale Younger. It's only good form to not comment on a poem you don't like, don't you think? There is a geological explanation for what El Greco saw. dostoyevsky thought penmanship (почерк) was significant of the soul. Read Victor LaValle's "The Ballad Of Black Tom" First, Now Accepting Submissions - "The Mercy Seat: Stories From Death Row", 27 Indie Bookstores to Support Online in 2021, LitReactor Staff Picks: The Best Books of 2020 - Part I, Manuel Marerro On Expat Press and Pushing the Indie Envelope. The Symbolist movement also spread to Russia, where Valery Bryusov published an anthology of Russian and French Symbolist poems in 1894–95. I notice a few well chosen photographs illustrating this post. The relationship between painters and poets (there were many poets who, themselves, painted, and painters who wrote) is well documented. This is simple logic, which has not existed in poetry since the insanity of the moderns. By the time we reach the late 19th and the early 20th century, painting’s documentary role had been replaced by photography. \rSo the one pool of objective fact, also contains the seeds of the slippery indefinable spectre always beyond our ken and grasp. In 1937 he produced The Dream and Lie of Franco, a three-sheet volume of panel sketches accompanied by prose poems—really, a comic strip, if we're being honest. Martin Earl lives in Coimbra, in central Portugal. First known woman dramatist, Hrotsvitha von Gandersheim also wrote poems and chronicles. What I miss is what I think Martin did for Pontus, get into his painting with the words, dare to repaint his painting in the air.\rThat obviously meant a great deal to Pontus, and I suspect just as much to Martin who got to repaint Pontus in his words. \r \rYears ago during a time when I was reading Ashbery's Three Poems I wrote a poem for him. True, much of his film work consists of adaptations, but this doesn't mean the man has no understanding of narrative fiction—if you're a good director, you have to. But what's really important is to recognize that to write a poem like this you have to know fishing as a humble activity as well as a high art, and both Ted Hughes and Virginia Woolf certainly did, and very, very well. If you continue, I'm not going to wash myself any more and I'm going away. . We rarely talked about my poems. I have no idea what that means. \rLet me have it!\rChristopher. \rThe cruel irony, of course, is that being so good at what he does has locked him in it.\rWhat I worry about is teachers like you, Michael, who hold him hostage to your arid theories, and of course palm them off on generations of students. Of course I love the light show and the music, who wouldn't, but for me that's not enough. I'd love to read it in the context.\rFinally, I'm intrigued by this statement--the point really I guess: "There are also the belated exceptions – Robert Graves in some cases, who like Hardy constructed a popular prose persona and a more intricate poetic one; the short-lived Dylan Thomas; Robert Frost and Philip Larkin. Seems you are responding more to my last post on closure. When your grandmother tells you a story of her crazy youth, you get to know a side of her you never knew she had. Based on the novel by Carl Sagan, it's about a young female radio astronomer (Jodie Foster) who is studying the huge hum that fills outer space in an effort to find a single 'message' sound, one that can detach itself from the clutter to become something else---something relevant, significant, communicative, helpful perhaps, hopeful even, almost like a friend. \rhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKUZuv6_bus&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.huffingtonpost.com%2F&feature=player_embedded \rSometimes I believe I may know--why one has eyes. You can just look through the open, but gated, door space. Polemics is necessary for a healthy society. For me the rest is the eye. looking for studios and extra rooms, exhibition places.\rgraffiti is absolutely essential.\ri'm always amazed when i walk into one of his impossible studios, how he can 10'x10 into a maze you can get lost in. Everyone wants to be a writer—deep down anyway. I've always been struck by the intense still point of El Greco's paintings that put me in mind of some sort of mystical capture. I think you have to be urban English to realize that self-positioning is all you do. It has come into the world, a triumph, and lives in glory by itself and alone. \rWhen I learned the tragedy of Ashbery's childhood I couldn't help but feel I shouldn't have known that, because Ashbery seemed funny, possessing the abandon of a Burns or a Byron, two poets who Auden, in his Light Verse anthology, said were two of the greatest Light Verse poets; the Ashbery I thought I knew was free of tragic taint, sitting under ferns, reading French philosophy, watching cartoons. In a part I've not reproduced, for example, he says he doesn't think much of the minor pieces collected in the book. And what was transcendent, so often, were the bicycle clips he took off when he went church going, for example, or the train station, or the smell of his fart.\rDylan Thomas wasn't posing either, I'd say, any more than Andy Capp is posing in the pub more than he is posing when he's lying on the couch in his parlor. I only went there once or twice to meet this tall Swede in his paint-streaked foreman’s outfit, who spoke three languages fluently, and yet employed each with a different tone of reticence. "\rI don't remember what I came back with at the time, but for me there's no separation, or at least they illuminate each other. But the need to be known as an "x"--painter, or poet or candlestickmaker - isn't that just the child in any of us trying to have a name as a grain of sand? The Zen masters said it took a lifetime to make one stroke well. (Because I didn't publish an essay on the subject in a tiny blog comment box, you assume my actual words are meaningless, so you may ignore them, & imply that my professor told me something or other. So why are we complaining that it is accessible? So I talked. This is why he has never caught on with the general public, while having great opportunities to do so, being so feted by the poetry establishment for so long. Picasso followed this work up with two largely un-produceable surrealists plays, Desire Caught by the Tail (1941) and The Four Little Girls (1949), plus another volume of sketches matched with prose titled The Burial of the Count of Orgaz (1959). \rAnother reason we err is by assuming that the accessible is shallow and the inaccessible is deep. These literary acquaintances no doubt inspired Picasso to try his hand at writing. Margo,\rWhat you describe at the end of your post puts me in mind of Seamus Heaney’s poem about Socrates’s last day, from The Haw Lantern. "¿Estamos hablando de la literatura, o de la vida literaria?" Ashbery is endlessly preoccupied with the criteria of poetic speakers & poetic time. There's also Blue Movie, aka Fuck (1969), about an adulterous couple alternately engaging in serious conversation and...well, the title says it all. The only one I missed was a photo of Thomas Mann at his writing desk; I had to Google that up on my own.\rThank you. Now that you've printed the Heaney poem here, I had to go and reread "In my Craft and Sullen Art," the two poems speak to one another. (So to speak.) Was it from his mother country's own folk tradition?\rMy anecdote is brought about by your description of an artist's rather chaotic space. A few quick notes. Let me know what you think. As for Dalí's novel, Hidden Faces, it has a strong cult following, but I suspect this is because it was written by Salvador Dalí. I've posted a number of my own readings of specific poems in the last few days, among them some great work by W.S.Merwin, Jane Miller, e.e.cummings, Seamus Heaney and Dylan Thomas, and never once has anyone come in and said "Hey, I like that!" \rBut to the point you make at the end of your post: “…we are constantly facing the severe limitations of our favorite medium and trying to break free. (There is a Spanish word for the practice which escapes me right now.) That's the way it's supposed to be, and anyway, the poet who wrote it has more awards than you.' In 1996 he wrote and directed Basquiat, a biopic about friend and fellow Neo-Expressionist Jean-Michel Basquiat, starring Jeffrey Wright in the titular role and featuring Dennis Hopper, Benicio Del Toro, Gary Oldman, and David Bowie as Andy Warhol. \rThe distinguished phrase, 'As One Put Drunk into a Packet Boat' needs no further elucidating. It is dark space indeed, very dark, even in midday. Lithography, from Stundenglas, by Martin Earl and Pontus Carle (Edition Maldoror, Berlin, 1992). Don't you think the sweep of the essay in it's final, polished version is, what could you say, a bit over-arching? \rYou have finished the first stanza. The development of writing followed a path of gradual abstraction; out of pictograms come ideograms, which represented ideas instead of objects. "\rThis is true, but at some point the show must go on.\rThe rehearsals end and the performance begins. a pinky in erection not a grape & not a fig.. [sic] Poetry and painting became, in the public eye, eccentric and difficult. There is a 2003 article in The Guardian, by Andrew Marr, in which David Hockney is quite candid about the modern art world. Carefully now. Well, not everyone else. Picture taken: just before dim sung around the corner, if memory serves me. It's about placing a higher value on the sound of one's own voice than the meaning, as if just saying 'I'm a poet!' Pay attention to the shape of the words on the page, the size, the overall 'look' of the poem. \rBut chill out Robbins, we are all human here bud.\rI like Ashberry, because he is a rogue who has been getting away with it all his life and has become the real thing.\rHe has no interest in reading or beating any other bore, because he's considered the top bore by everyone in America and thus the reason for him being so relaxed. Altafish, Babel, Shylock... machine translators guaranteed to make babble out of whatever you feed them. These guys were clever operators, as AM says in a follow-up comment to yours. \rOne thing I would like to expand on (this evening I hope) is that I have never really understood the importance of this paradigm (much in evidence in the above discussion) - "difficulty vs. transparency", or poems "about something" vs. poems "about the process" of getting to that something (or not getting to it). 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