O.P.P. #4 — William’s work…

Day 4 of National Poetry Month.

And we’re looking up…at the men on the roof….


Fine Work with Pitch and Copper



by William Carlos Williams

Now they are resting
in the fleckless light
separately in unison

like the sacks
of sifted stone stacked
regularly by twos

about the flat roof
ready after lunch
to be opened and strewn

The copper in eight
foot strips has been
beaten lengthwise

down the center at right
angles and lies ready
to edge the coping

One still chewing
picks up a copper strip
and runs his eye along it












Quoets for Poets: 8/21/13 — Oysters, Roots, Constellations

I am often struck (dumb?…or perhaps ‘struck’ like a bell!)
by the thought that words carry with them haunting constellations of spirits,
the meanings, associations, undertones, overtones, subtle reverberations, cultural references,….

“In description words adhere to certain objects, and have the effect on the sense of oysters, or barnacles.”

–W. C. Williams

…and that these constellations, just like spirits–like ghosts–are always changing
their disposition, their demeanor, and yes their meaning and intention.

“And the good writer chooses his words for their ‘meaning’, but that meaning is not a set, cut-off thing like the move of knight or pawn on a chess-board. It comes up with roots, with associations, with how and where the word is familiarly used, or where it has been used brilliantly or memorably.”

–Ezra Pound

They go from well-intentioned to demonic in a blink of context,
a switch that can be flipped and tripped again, and yet….

“A labor no less difficult, no less phantasmagoric than alchemy.  But then, of course, the condition of the lyric is the belief in the impossible.”
–Charles Simic

…they are still just words, not even real “things” which is what perhaps makes them all the more haunting, for in their vagueness, their lack of reality…

“Words mean something because they always threaten to sound like something else.”
–James Longenbach

Quoets for Poets 7/24/13

…plus rambles from a Crabby John…
…since I haven’t done this in a while…

“Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.”

–Mallarme

Poetry is language losing itself in itself, losing itself in words.

“Similarly, Joyce suggensts that readers of Ulysses ought not to forget narrative context even when language is made to seem like nothing but sound.  Of course the seduction of sound is paramount; poetry cannot exist without it.  But we ignore the seduction of plain sense, Joyce suggests, at our own peril.  The pleasure of Ulysses is that Joyce takes neither of these seductions for granted, forcing us to become aware of the kind of work we do when making sense of any linguistic utterance.  Words mean something because they always threaten to sound like something else.”

—James Longenbach, The Art of The Poetic Line

language is an intrusion into the psyche
it is our intrusion into the world
a failure to understand where our power lies

“Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.”
—William Carlos Williams

this animal called language
has begun to feed on itself

A quote for Hannah

So, another award that I don’t know what to do with.

Hannah over at sunny days in dc has been nominated for the Liebster Award and was kind enough to mention me in her list of folks to pass it on to.

I’m afraid I’m not very good at the whole “gracious acceptance of compliments” thing, so I will just say READ HER BLOG!!!!!  NOW!  Go read it!

Seriously one the the funniest and yet also realist writer’s on WP.  EFFing Hilarious.

So here you go Hannah.  A quote for your contagiousness…

“I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.”

—-William Carlos Williams

Keep writing.  Don’t stop.