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in which we talk about Eliot and Keats and Yates and listen to the Smiths because it's raining outside
Hopkins, WCW, Zukofsky, Howe and Virgil and we try to spell Yeats correctly
Keats and Yates (wine lodge) are on your side
but Wi-i-i-i-i-lde is on mine.
Cant find any examples online though sorry.
with the Dudley Boyz and Shelley/Byron as my favourate tag teams
I would have had Coleridge/wordsworth and the Hardy boyz but Mrs Knees informs me that wordsworth and Matt Hardy are crap
needlessly confrontational poetry discussions FTW.
:D your turn!
That's it. There might be one more but I can't remember his name.
Liz Bishop wrote that poem about a fish, didn't she? Astonishing piece of work.
Pound is of course a titan and is inextricably linked to the poetry I studied for my dissertation (Zukofsky and chums circa 1930), dodgy politics or not. Grade-A troll, that guy, though.
Ashbery I need to read more of but it's pretty mindblowing. Modernism FTW!
uses non verbal poetry........'the sound when he rips off a beer can ring pull'....speaks volumes.....so economical
There once was a board called Dis,
Whereto fled all the boys who've never been kissed,
They moaned over girls,
Made jokes out of Silly URLs
And no longer those daft girls from bustops they did miss!
Donne, Herbert, Marvell
Keats (and none of the other Romantics, with maybe an honourable exception for Shelley's The Triumph of Life)
Whitman, Frost, Lowell
(Also, can somebody remind me of some women poets I like? Dickinson is an honourary man, obvz)
if it is that lowell that you mean. but it probably isn't, because she isn't really very good.
yano, the famous one who was the cousin (i think?) of the largely forgotten Amy Lowell, who true, isn't very good.
Robert Lowell invented that sort of confessional poetry that Plath does, and wrote the stunningly, stunningly good For The Union Dead.
or walking early sunday morning:
O to break loose, like the chinook
salmon jumping and falling back,
nosing up to the impossible
stone and bone-crushing waterfall –
raw-jawed, weak-fleshed there, stopped by ten
steps of the roaring ladder, and then
to clear the top on the last try,
alive enough to spawn and die.
Btw, I like H.D. yeh. And Frank O'Hara, he's cool. But a dude.
but i had H.D. on the brain which made me think of the crappy imagist lowell. yknow.
imagism ist cool
William Carlos Williams