Saturday, September 24, 2016

September 14-- Open (some of these for Rundel for September)

Strike-Slip by Arthur Sze
The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man - Poem by Wallace Stevens
Preamble to the Instructions on How to Wind a Watch by Julio Cortázar
A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock - by Wallace Stevens
The Street Octavio Paz
Gettysburg by Robert Schultz
Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Night by Robert Schultz
Green Man by Robert Schultz

The Arthur Sze, selected because he is reading at MCC on September 29.
The three Robert Schultz because of the current exhibit at the MAG, "War Stories"
If you have not been to the MAG to see the exhibit “War Stories”, I highly recommend it. It is two parts: 45 textile works “Afghan War Rugs” and “War Memoranda: Photography, Walt Whitman, and Renewal by Binh Danh and Robert Schultz. The last three poems are by Robert Schultz, copied from the exhibit.

I will look forward to hearing how you respond to the poems… it is a rich tapestry, with smooth upsides and knotty undersides. If you do not get to all the poems, slate them for the following week. If someone could take notes and let me know the main points of discussion I’d appreciate it.

Strike-Slip was discussed at Rundel on 9/29/16.

It is a sound poem.. the clack of prayer beads, the coelacanth (pronounced seel-a-canth)
and the glowing eel in the darkness... enjambments layering possibilities and a sense of geographic jumping around.

Also the 3 Schultz poems:
Gettysburg: hard not to read "corpse" as copse of trees...
Green and bronze... as in medals as in keeping alive perhaps... The book "Murdering Angels" came up.

The Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Night: strong verbs draw me in: jabs. broods. jets crying down. gape (like tunnels) sobs, cling, climb... The first part describes an approach; the second part, imagining the lives of those commemorated.

Green man: favored per. 4 lines per stanza.
First sentence ends on the first line of the second stanza. Second sentence. "His wife stil grieves". Third sentence, repeat of the first two lines. Powerful. War... what would make us commit to loss of life? Subterfuge of green in camouflage; hiding in green jungles yet killed.
Leaves as noun and verb.
Narrowed conversation.

We loved the humor in the Cortázar. Gift? ironic view of time as retiree's watch... but more...
the turn of the last sentence calls you to think about gift.. and what you have to offer...

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