The head of the Brontosaurus erupted in debate spewing money
Sufficient to make some paleontologists’ living for a generation
Disputes between Diplodocus and Apatosaurus founded careers
Like echoing museums and marble floors endowed at great expense
By Foundation money dug up from trusts held of bones in marble mausoleums
Bequeathing Jurassic skeletons cast in plaster (priceless petrified bones coffered)
Camarasaurs and Albertasaurs petrified along with zooplankton and algae’s
Fossilized extract fueling the Canadian economy in that same province holding
The Tyrrell Museum’s complete Tyrannosaurus skeleton with its detached head
Heavy as unintelligible words detached from syntax and evacuated of the themes
Wallace Stevens faulted Robert Frost’s poetry for—poetry made neither a living—
Who spilled words on paper like colors on an abstract painting’s canvass evacuated
Of recognizable content, more art history than paleontology, also palaeontology—
Unrecognized by spellcheck as an extinct word dug up and displayed in a muse
BRONTOSAURUS HEAD
27 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: Albertasaurus, Apatosaurus, art, Brontosaurus, Camarasaurus, Diplodocus, Frost, muse, oil, painting, paleontologist, poem, Stevens, syntax, Tyrannosaurus, Tyrrell Museum
Poetics: Proving Your Rhyme
23 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: criticism, essay, free verse, Frost, poetics, poetry, rhyme, Sandburg, Shakespeare, Shelley, Stevens
The submission guidelines for a journal I looked at read, “No rhyming poetry.” I feel that rhyme is nevertheless justified in poetry, but that rhyme must justify itself. In writing rhyming poetry, it must be clear why the poem is rhyming. I’m not referring to hip-hop conventions.
I recently read Shelley’s EPIPSYCHIDION. Shelley assumed by means of poetic convention that his epic must rhyme. In fact, while I’m no Shelley scholar, I think that most of his poetry, maybe all of his poetry, did rhyme and employ metrics. Wordsworth considered Shelley a master of style, perhaps the greatest stylist of the English Romantic period. But in reading EPIPSYCHIDION, I found the language tortured in order to unite rhyme, metrics, and sense. I’m afraid to say the same of Shakespeare’s sonnets. But a baroque use of language is proper for a Renaissance poet. It would not be appropriate for Frost, and Frost masterfully writes rhyme so liquidly that it reads like prose.
On the other side of this discussion is Carl Sandburg. He privileged immediate expression and despised the reworking of an original impression in order to form rhyme and rhythm. So we get a massive collection of insignificance.
Making a poem rhyme for no reason is a recipe for insignificance, too. But then, there is sense that wants to rhyme and beat. Blake’s THE TYGER has to be in rhyme and rhythm. Otherwise the poignant line, “When the stars threw down their spears/And water’d heaven with their tears” wouldn’t be such a dramatic shift in voice. And the energy of the tyger wouldn’t be there without the rhyme and beat that make the tyger burn. I started to write a poem about flowers a while back, not that I’m a Blake or Shelley by any means, and realized that a poem about something pretty and delicate should be pretty and delicate, too. A loose set of lines wouldn’t be as formally structured as a flower is. So the flowers spoke in rhymed stanzas of meter.
Rhyming doesn’t go in poems that exhibit a deconstruction of language as do those of Wallace Stevens and others. (I know that Stevens wrote before deconstruction was invented.) In his poems, any word he fancies could be called into the mix of his abstract arrangements of language. So rhyme would be meaningless. Even if Stevens wanted to emphasize a couplet with rhyme, it would fail, since there is essentially no emphasis anywhere in his poetry. That’s the whole point.
So I didn’t even consider submitting to the journal that prohibited rhyming poetry. Rhyme and rhythm are as important to poetry as are free verse, deconstruction, or any other style persons prefer. But today, rhyme isn’t a convention–perhaps the opposite. And a poem must prove its use of rhyme.
DAINTY FLOWERS
15 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: angels, flowers, Frost, ideas, language, memory, moonlight, philosophy, poem, poetry, thought
I think you love those flowers because they’re small
So much that several times you showed them to me
I never would have noticed them at all
In fact, I wondered what it is you see
The tendrils are as thin as silken thread
And end in tiny flowers like white spray
So delicate it’s as if moonlight bled
Into dreams that bloom when angels pray
Outside of a coffee shop/bookstore
Different kinds of flowers have been planted
I recalled a chat I had before
Concerning certain flowers the owner wanted
She struggled trying to craft exact language
To paint a picture so my mind could see
The flowers that her memory kept in image
Even talking with her hands to show me
But she succeeded finally to convey
That what they meant especially to her,
Talking on the patio that day,
Was, as she put it, how dainty they were
Frost names flower types in his poetry
Like pale orchises and Rose Pogonias
Flowers aren’t objects of study for me
Their images aren’t in my ideas
Sometimes I ponder why they’re there at all
Why a random, pointless drive of nature
Would evolve some shape so beautiful
Don’t they argue for some kind of Maker?
Now, flowers bloom in my mentality
And delicate as moonlight tiny sprays
Grow in meaning for philosophy
Merit in heavy thought a rightful place
How Much Is Enough?
27 Dec 2016 1 Comment
in Blog Tags: blogs, Emerson, follows, Frost, Grammy, Juno, likes, Platinum record, Thoreau, views, visits
This Christmas, we had a very good turnout at church. By our standards. Which is to say that it looked like a full church. I was happy with the turnout. But all this is relative. It is a small church. Even if it were packed, attendance would have been few by standards of mainline churches. But compared to other Christmases, and compared to regular Sunday attendance, it was a good turnout.
This kind of thinking can be translated to other areas. I think of the music business. I know of a band in Canada which I like very much. They fill smaller concert halls, and play festivals, but not stadiums. They even have a Juno award, which is Canada’s equivalent to the US Grammy. They could play to packed bars every night if they wanted to, an opportunity which many good bands would envy. I don’t think they have a gold record. Most likely not a platinum record. If you are a musician, how would you measure success. How much is enough? Stadiums? Platinum records? Airplay? Filling concert halls? Playing to packed bars. Playing enough venues to pay the bills? Then there is the issue of how long your popularity would last. Some immensely popular rappers, with platinum records, are gone in a year or two. There is a new guitar player in town who is having a hard time breaking into the music scene. But he plays better than anyone else in town. It’s just that he’s new.
Then there are likes, follows, visits, and views for bloggers. How many are enough? 25? 50? 150? 1,000? 4,500? Do you write with an eye to posts that will attract views, visits, likes, and follows?
These issues arise in still more areas–money, possessions, status, friends, prestige, education, popularity. How much is enough?
I think that the only way to maintain sanity, is to do what Emerson, Thoreau, and Frost, among others, have advocated for. Follow your own music, march to the beat of your own drummer. The new guitar player in town plays incredibly well to nearly empty bars. I know of a preacher who conducted a service for one person, and of some synagogues that can’t open the Torah, because they don’t have a quorum present. This does not indicate the quality of the performance, message, or belief system. We write, preach, or play best when we do our best, and not worry too much about how much or many fans, congregants, or follows we have.