tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post5133967190949907777..comments2023-12-11T19:34:51.189-06:00Comments on Eine Klage-Welt: the same shine everywhereJames Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-5568001752283093842009-06-01T05:03:07.665-05:002009-06-01T05:03:07.665-05:00just a quick note to tell you that i agree with Su...just a quick note to tell you that i agree with Suzi about the title line, i can't get it out of my head too! :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-55563454732551645102009-05-26T08:28:20.655-05:002009-05-26T08:28:20.655-05:00Thanks, Sam. You know, I took that stanza out, put...Thanks, Sam. You know, I took that stanza out, put it back, took it out....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-46098479849307847962009-05-26T06:45:56.185-05:002009-05-26T06:45:56.185-05:00I like the piece, James. Stanza two is very power...I like the piece, James. Stanza two is very powerful. Good poem.sam of the ten thousand thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04378206265831223396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-45593578208486150052009-05-25T12:36:06.352-05:002009-05-25T12:36:06.352-05:00Thank you, Suzi. If a line can open out for you in...Thank you, Suzi. If a line can open out for you in different directions --- then I'm happy with it...James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-20363787830193528902009-05-25T12:29:06.891-05:002009-05-25T12:29:06.891-05:00I love the line that is also your title 'the same ...I love the line that is also your title 'the same shine everywhere'. That made me stop and think about allsorts for ages and I can't get it out of my head.suzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15923168692398484704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-48342616882623341402009-05-25T11:32:08.630-05:002009-05-25T11:32:08.630-05:00Thanks, Sorlil. I don't know about the depth.... A...Thanks, Sorlil. I don't know about the depth.... As Mark Twain almost said, "The rumors of my depth have been greatly exaggerated...."<br /><br />I do like to end on the image, rather than any kind of abstract statement. Probably that is just a habit, and I should try to break it, but it seems to me more honest, somehow. If I know anything worth telling, then I'm pretty sure it will be there in the image, not in what I think the image <I>means</I>, if that makes any sense....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-27615310628114399662009-05-25T11:25:57.898-05:002009-05-25T11:25:57.898-05:00Gigi, I love Stevens's writing on the imagination,...Gigi, I love Stevens's writing on the imagination, both in his prose and in his poems ("It was a new imagining of reality...") And it is true, the imagination, the poem, does push back against the imploding force of reality. Sometimes I think it is the only thing that can equalize the pressure and give us at least a few moments of freedom. I don't know that the poems I post here actually achieve that, but it is the goal....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-74565102245906664752009-05-25T02:59:28.326-05:002009-05-25T02:59:28.326-05:00I very much like this, there's always so much dept...I very much like this, there's always so much depth in your poems :) The narrowing of the scene to the millipede and the twig at the end works really well.Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-54337788596792391152009-05-25T00:00:44.197-05:002009-05-25T00:00:44.197-05:00What you said about the pressure that has to turn ...What you said about the pressure that has to turn itself into a poem makes me think about what Wallace Stevens describes as imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. That is a wonderful image of the columbine.Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-6421441651717321412009-05-24T23:36:43.656-05:002009-05-24T23:36:43.656-05:00Thanks, Gigi. This time of year, here, the ridgeli...Thanks, Gigi. This time of year, here, the ridgelines of the old dunes a couple of rows back from Lake Michigan are covered with wild columbine, and the wind from the lake makes them ripple in the beach grass, like blowing on the gray embers of a campfire and bringing the fire back to life. It is a kind of pressure that has to turn itself into a poem, isn't it?James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-78008383093777017992009-05-24T21:14:58.998-05:002009-05-24T21:14:58.998-05:00"an ache for the right turn of air"--just amazing...."an ache for the right turn of air"--just amazing. I love the precision of this poem, the way it helps me see the process as it happens.Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.com