Collecting and Commitment

Introduction by Robert Pinsky

to

English Renaissance Poetry: A Collection of Shorter Poems from Skelton to Jonson

Selected by John Williams

In the beginning, for many poets and readers, there are anthologies. They often provide our earliest source for poems, before the serious investment of buying new books by living poets, or building a personal library of classic collections […] Exploring anthologies may inspire that step of commitment to a vocation.

Elsewhere I have pointed to Pinsky’s remarks on grow or curate your own collection.

And so for day 2471
18.09.2013

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Define Soul

Doctor Who – The Pirate Planet by James Goss based on the scripts by Douglas Adams

The Doctor listened to their conversation and smiled. Romana still had a lot to learn about the universe. How could a planet have a soul? Well, she had yet to see an English country garden on a summer’s day.

Sent me to the dictionary: emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, especially as revealed in a work of art or an artistic performance.

And so for day 2470
17.09.2013

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From Split to Bridge

I like how this builds from handedness to the capacity to imagine other minds…

Beneficent spiral

Research at Newcastle University points to a possible source for a particular recursive ability in the human mind: our skill at conceiving of the minds of others.

“What we suggest is that the hemispheres of the brain, as they become very different from one another in function, and take on different jobs … in a sense, we get the hemispheres acting as parallel mirrors,” says Rachael Bailes, a cognitive scientist who studies evolutionary linguistics.

“If my left hemisphere can represent my right hemisphere, it can also represent yours,” Bailes adds. “That’s when things take off in this beneficent spiral of representing others.”

Rachael Bailes featured on the CBC Ideas program

The Recurring Case of ‘Recursion’: a pattern for making sense of the world

And so for day 2469
16.09.2013

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Dripping with Irony

Alice Burdick
book of short sentences
“Enter the building”

I’ve never explicitly written
a poem about a cup of tea on a table.
So this section is about that thing
That ladies should write about
to seem accessible. Tea.

It starts out with plain speaking in the voice of the first person and then veers dainty with the mention of “ladies” and it is a daintiness belied by the punctuation and that one word “tea” standing at the end of the line in all its monosyllabic thingness.

And so for day 2468
15.09.2013

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Common Corrosive Ancestor

I like how this gently moves from the consideration of the conditions for epic to an aperçu of a specific historical mentalité …

Yet without a mythical or cosmological scheme positing a continuity between human and divine, it is difficult to see how epic can be written. Epic is total in its aim, a vision of “First and last and midst and without end.” For Wordsworth, however, continuity is too crucial to be posited a priori. It is recovered, or revealed from moment to moment; and only by an act of faith or sentiment, and never of imagination, fixed as certain and ordained. The terror of discontinuity or separation enters, in fact, as soon as the imagination truly enters. In its restraint of vision, as well as its peculiar nakedness before the moment, this resembles an extreme Protestantism, and Wordsworth seems to quest for “evidences” in the form of intimations of continuity. But it is likely that this radical Protestantism, and Wordsworth’s sensibility, have a modern and corrosive self-consciousness as common ancestor, rather than being in a relation of cause and effect to each other.

Wordsworth’s Poetry 1787-1814
Geoffrey Hartman

And so for day 2467
14.09.2013

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A Rough Bit in the Rough Guide

Not the type of entry one would expected in a travel guide …

Claridges [hotel]

It was here in 1943 that Szmul Zygielbojm, from the Polish government-in-exile, was told that Roosevelt had refused his request to bomb the rail lines leading to Auschwitz, the following day he committed suicide.

The Rough Guide to London

And so for day 2466
13.09.2013

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Paleontologist Stung

Robert Graves
On English Poetry
(1922)

Appendix: — The Dangers of Definition

[…] let the Dictionary be a hive of living things and not a museum of minutely ticketed fossils.

And this bon mot like a bee caught in amber was found in a library, a place like neither a hive nor a museum and yet so like both.

And so for day 2465
12.09.2013

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Convivium & Liberty

I like how the cluster of language functions (to tell stories, to reason with and to play with language itself) seem to follow an order but our text is careful to point out that the participants in the discursive situation do not weave in and out willy nilly — there is an order much like the courses of an occidental meal. One wonders of other models: dim sum and mezze. Or sharing a simple coffee and pastry. Irony can come first and thread its way throughout…

Foucault on Kant

Il y a donc un Banquet kantien — insistance, dans l’Anthropologie sur ces formes minuscules de société que sont les repas en commun; importance de l’Unterhaltung, de ce qui s’y échange, et de ce qu’il faut y échanger; prestige de ce modèle social et moral d’un Gesellschaft où chacun se trouve à la fois lié et souverain; valeur du discours qui, de l’un à l’autre, et entre tous, naît et s’accomplit. Du point de vue de l’Anthropologie, le groupe qui a valuer de modèle n’est ni la famille ni l’état: c’est la Tischgesellschaft. N’est-elle pas, en effet, quand elle obéit fidèlement à ses propres règles, comme l’image particulière de l’universalité? Là doit s’établir, par la transparence d’un langage commun, un rapport de tous à tous; nul ne doit se sentir privilégié ou isolé, mais chacun, silencieux ou parlant, doit être présent dans la commune souveraineté de la parole. Aucune des trois grandes fonctions du langage ne doit être omise: énoncé du fait contingent (Erzählen), formulation, échange et rectification du jugement (Räsionieren), libre jeu du language sur lui-même (Scherzen). Tour à tour, il faut que ces trois fonctions dominent, dans un mouvement qui est le rythme propre à cette forme de réunion; d’abord la nouveauté de l’événement, puis le sérieux de l’universel, enfin l’ironie du jeu.

From this interplay of the three functions of language arises liberty. He continues:

Quant au contenu lui-même de l’entretien, il doit obéir aux lois d’une structure interne: celles d’une souple continuité, sans rupture, de telle manière que la liberté de chacun de formuler son avis, d’y insister, ou de faire dévier l’entretien ne soit jamais éprouvée pas les autres comme abus ou contrainte. Ainsi dans l’élément réglé du langage, l’articulation des libertés et la possibilité, pour les individus, de former un tout, peuvent s’organiser sans l’intervention d’une force ou d’une autorité, sans renonciation ni aliénation. En parlant dans la communauté d’un convivium, les libertés se rencontrent et spontanément s’universalisent. Chacun est libre, mais dans la forme de la totalité.

Michel Foucault. Introduction à l’Antropologie

As translated by Arianna Bove

There is then a Kantian Banquet – an insistence, in the Anthropology, on these minuscule forms of society that are the common meal; the importance of the Unterhaltung, of what there is to exchange, and what must be exchanged; a prestige of this social and moral model of a Gesellschaft where each finds himself at once sovereign and friendly (close to). The value of a discourse that from one to the other and amongst everyone is born and ends. From the point of view of the Anthropology, the group that has the value of model is neither the family nor the state: it is the Tischgesellschaft [dinner society]. Isn’t this a peculiar image of universality? There must be established, by the transparency of a common language, a relation of all to all; nothing must be felt privileged or isolated, but each, whether silent or speaking, must be present in the common sovereignty of the parole. None of the three great functions of language must be omitted: enunciation of contingent fact (Erzahlen), formulation, exchange and rectification of judgement (Raisonieren), free play of language on itself (Scherzen). Round and round, there must be these three dominant functions, in a movement that is the rhythm proper to this form of meeting: initially the novelty of the event, then the seriousness of the universal, finally the irony of the game. As far as the content itself of the discussion is concerned, one must obey the laws of an internal structure: those of the supple continuity, without rupture, of the manner in which each person’s freedom to formulate his opinion, to insist upon it, or to make the discussion deviate are never experienced by others as abuse or constraint. Also in the regulated element of language, the articulation of liberties and the possibility, for individuals, of forming a whole, can be self-organised without the intervention of a force or an authority, without renunciation nor alienation. In speaking in the community of convivium, liberties meet each other and are spontaneously universalised. Everyone is free, but in the form of totality.

To which we would like to add that freedom comes in the mode of temporality and that a finality of free play may be logically initial to the simple gesture of noting novelty. Or so we reason.

And so for day 2464
11.09.2013

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Force & Metamorphosis

What charmed me in this small poetic fragment was the notion of something vegetal (green & climbing) transmuting itself into the feline presence, a menacing presence intent on reaching out more

Sir, Say no More
By Trumbull Stickney (1874 – 1904)

Sir, say no more.
Within me ‘t is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind’s poor birds.

https://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/sir-say-no-more

The Poems of Trumbull Stickney, ed. George Cabot Lodge, William Vaughn Moody, and John Ellerton Lodge (Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin, 1905): 312 (no. V of XVII — “Dramatic Fragments” — among all the “Fragments”).

I am reminded of the title of a poem by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953):
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Not that I am implying influence, just offering a reminder that in some circles the power of growth is figured by the in indomitable power of plant life.

It is Stickney’s cat with its eyes and claws that puts me in mind of An Otter by Ted Hughes (1930 – 1998)

     Underwater eyes, an eel’s
Oil of water body, neither fish nor beast is the otter:
  Four-legged yet water-gifted, to outfish fish;
     With webbed feet and long ruddering tail
     And a round head like an old tomcat.

And by these fine poets, we as readers are water-gifted, treated to the flow of all creation.

And so for day 2463
10.09.2013

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Fish Candy Baby Barrel

There is a delightful chiastic malapropism causing tickling the brain with anticipation and retrospection …

“This,” said the Doctor, fully aware that he was showing off, “is like taking fish from a baby.” […] “I really must stop doing this, you know,” he sighed, “It’s like shooting candy in a barrel.”

Doctor Who – The Pirate Planet by James Goss based on the scripts by Douglas Adams

And so for day 2462
09.09.2013

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