tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post2151444598008680950..comments2023-09-16T09:00:31.715-04:00Comments on Telecommuter Talk: Not Quite the Eleventh HourEmily Bartonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971084813206845680noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-68459626724435003992008-05-10T12:51:00.000-04:002008-05-10T12:51:00.000-04:00Eloise, I'm off in search of Kenneth Patchen now!Eloise, I'm off in search of Kenneth Patchen now!Emily Bartonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13971084813206845680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-45901304704931769072008-05-10T10:52:00.000-04:002008-05-10T10:52:00.000-04:00I was exactly the same as a teenager, the idea of ...I was exactly the same as a teenager, the idea of reading poetry that rhymed appalled me. I hated the Romantics and Pope, and pretty much every poet that I love so much now. The one that defined 'modern' poetry for me and that I still adore today is 'Do the Dead Know what Time it is?' by Kenneth Patchen. I was going to write about it for Kate's challenge but got distracted and then it was May!Eloisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05731468718780366957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-70916423729979929502008-05-06T11:50:00.000-04:002008-05-06T11:50:00.000-04:00Eva, well now I've got to go find some Akhmatova.S...Eva, well now I've got to go find some Akhmatova.<BR/><BR/>Susan, you're welcome, and yes, poetry IS both beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time, which is why I'm still mystified as to why I tend to think it isn't something I like. e.e. cummings was another one of those poets I liked in high school (you know, during that period when I came to hate poetry so much).Emily Bartonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13971084813206845680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-89828324267482824622008-05-03T23:33:00.000-04:002008-05-03T23:33:00.000-04:00I had forgotten about Fog, but I seem to remember ...I had forgotten about Fog, but I seem to remember it now from a long time ago. I love it. And now Meg, and you've broken my heart with it, because I know, and I think we all know, what that man in the poem is going through. Isn't poetry beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time? And why it has to exist, because the world is beautiful and heartbreaking simultaneously too.<BR/> one of my favorite poems is ee cummings 'somewhere i have never been', that ends with the line, "and nothing, not even the rain, has such small hands." Yes, poetry is beautiful, and I am glad you did your post on it at the 11th hour!!! Lovely post, Emily. thanks for it!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09095246748581382752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-2796284580415309652008-05-01T16:39:00.000-04:002008-05-01T16:39:00.000-04:00I went to college in Carl Sandburg's hometown, and...I went to college in Carl Sandburg's hometown, and he was born/grew up in this tiiiny little house that is the epitome of every Midwestern stereotype ever. lol<BR/><BR/>And I think Akhmatova breaks my heart the most consistently. Her poem about her husband was the first Russian poem I ever memorised, and I still love it!Evahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06703372903532502944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-53727775274259965782008-04-30T19:13:00.000-04:002008-04-30T19:13:00.000-04:00Cam, so you sent me in search of The Cinnamon Peel...Cam, so you sent me in search of The Cinnamon Peeler's Wife. You're right: it's amazing. If you'd searched through the house to read it to me, I would have completely understood.<BR/><BR/>Litlove, and now you know why I don't attempt such things as podcasts. How very, very disappointing! I'm sure it's terrific.<BR/><BR/>Lokesh, thanks for sharing. That one line from "Italy" IS great, as is the Emily Dickinson poem. But then, how can it NOT be when it's Emily Dickinson? (She asks, ignoring the fact that there are plenty of Dickinson poems she doesn't get.)Emily Bartonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13971084813206845680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-7599007062682380392008-04-30T17:13:00.000-04:002008-04-30T17:13:00.000-04:00Inspired by Kate's challenge, one of the poems I'v...Inspired by Kate's challenge, one of the poems I've been looking at is <A HREF="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/04/21/080421po_poem_walcott" REL="nofollow">Italy</A> by Derek Walcott. One of my favourite lines is:<BR/><I><BR/>... because we are never where we are, but somewhere else ...<BR/></I><BR/>- I confess though that there are some bits I still don't understand. For example, the reference to 'furled sails' on the last line. (If it was to the 'homecoming boats' themselves, that I would get but the 'furled sails'? Anyway ...)<BR/><BR/>As I recall, you're fond of Emily Dickinson and so though I discovered this before the challenge, I can't resist mentioning one of my favourites ...<BR/><BR/><I><BR/>The brain is wider than the sky, <BR/>For, put them side by side, <BR/>The one the other will include <BR/>With ease, and you beside. <BR/><BR/>The brain is deeper than the sea, <BR/>For, hold them, blue to blue, <BR/>The one the other will absorb, <BR/>As sponges, buckets do. <BR/> <BR/>The brain is just the weight of God, <BR/>For, lift them, pound for pound,<BR/>And they will differ, if they do, <BR/>As syllable from sound. <BR/></I><BR/><BR/>'wider than the sky' and 'as syllable from sound' - that's just so good, words fail me!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-54936302304472009132008-04-30T03:50:00.000-04:002008-04-30T03:50:00.000-04:00Loved this, Emily. Beautifully done as ever. I'm r...Loved this, Emily. Beautifully done as ever. I'm really frustrated - I recorded a podcast for Kate's challenge and I can't get the stupid thing to post on the host site. Grrr!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28169009.post-74514403698114570072008-04-29T22:41:00.000-04:002008-04-29T22:41:00.000-04:00When I first read of Kate's Challenge, I had just ...When I first read of Kate's Challenge, I had just read a particular poem for the first time. I decided there that I would post on it. But, here it is April 29th, and I still haven't. However, the link to Michael Ondaatje's poem <I>The Cinnamon Peeler's Wife</I> is on my computer's desktop and I've read it many times in the last month. I still have one more day to write as part of the challenge, but, even if I don't, this particular poem will be with me for a long time. It's an amazing poem: profound, heartbreaking, absolutely lovely.Anne Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12419931136194330529noreply@blogger.com