tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post7028231738982055668..comments2023-11-05T05:01:58.563-05:00Comments on Ward Six: Summer Poetry at IdyllwildUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-66565741685214599782008-07-22T12:42:00.000-05:002008-07-22T12:42:00.000-05:00As R & I have often discussed, when people are...As R & I have often discussed, when people are afraid of art, they blame the art.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-24559408062497229732008-07-22T07:47:00.000-05:002008-07-22T07:47:00.000-05:00I think some people hate poetry because they think...I think some people hate poetry because they think it's designed to make them feel stupid -- if they don't "get" it, they think the poet is fooling with them.rmellishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133206908895131438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-78174056596124472642008-07-21T22:23:00.000-05:002008-07-21T22:23:00.000-05:00It's hard for me to understand aversion to poe...It's hard for me to understand aversion to poetry. I mean, poetry? You hate... poetry? But that's like hating strawberries. They're both part thrilling and part benign, and they're both, well, delicious. What exactly is there to hate in that? I mean, maybe if you tried to like them both, you would.<BR/><BR/>Ridiculous analogy aside, that David St. John poem is stunning. These lines just left me breathless:<BR/><BR/>"& gather them into a doll / Of you, to touch at the nape of the neck, to slip / Under my shirt like a rag"Danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14131422101425750671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-16873272151460353172008-07-19T13:43:00.000-05:002008-07-19T13:43:00.000-05:00I like both of these, too--in each case, the words...I like both of these, too--in each case, the words appear almost as if by accident. The poetry doesn't feel composed; it feels born.<BR/><BR/>I think maybe this is a thing people dislike about poetry, when they dislike poetry. It can feel effortful, like somebody was trying real hard to do something. My favorite poems, even when they are very complex, often seem to me like found poetry, something that just happened and only turned out to be poetry by coincidence.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-79830527964479071062008-07-19T12:55:00.000-05:002008-07-19T12:55:00.000-05:00Isn't it? St. John's poems are generally very good...Isn't it? St. John's poems are generally very good, but this poem caught hold of me by the throat a few years ago. It has the quiet intensity familiar to grieving, all the hopelessness of loss, and doesn't try to console, and is all the more consoling for what it doesn't try to do as a poem, as a said thing.ed skooghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03031257497473281838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-22099856942344936142008-07-19T10:50:00.000-05:002008-07-19T10:50:00.000-05:00What a gorgeous portrayal of grief over a lost chi...What a gorgeous portrayal of grief over a lost child, so tangible both in terms of feathers and lost souls and the carrying around in one's body.xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17866348942612559536noreply@blogger.com