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Four Poems by Maggie Nelson – BOMB Magazine

 

Four Poems Excerpted from sections in the new re-issue of Something Bright, Then Holes (Soft Skull Press)

Source: Four Poems – BOMB Magazine

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“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” as an Ambient Poem; a Study of a Dialectical Image; with Some Remarks on Coleridge and Wordsworth – by Timothy Morton | Romantic Circles

“The Star”

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark:
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

– Jane Taylor

This essay is a testing ground for “ambience,” exploring the role of space in poetics, ideology and theory, building on the conclusion to the book The Poetics of Spice. Though ecocriticism and ecological philosophy talk about environmental awareness and “interconnectedness,” we may not be certain of what we mean by such terms. They should, for example, remind all literary scholars of the idea, and the ideology, of the aesthetic. By closely reading the famous poem “The Star” by Jane Taylor, this essay delineates some of the poetic forms involved in the inscription of environmental awareness, such as minimalism, and the foregrounding of what in structuralism is called the “contact” or medium of communication. The essay investigates the possibility of a “feminine” form of Romantic ecology in contradistinction to more masculinist versions. It uses Jacques Lacan and Jacques Derrida to counter the representation of ecological awareness in Martin Heidegger and Jean-Paul Sartre. The essay discusses the work on culture and civilization by Geoffrey Hartman and Terry Eagleton to adumbrate the ways in which public space is evoked in environmental poetics. Walter Benjamin’s notion of the “dialectical image” is employed to indicate the Janus-faced nature of the poetic and ideological fantasy of “ambience” (or “aura” in Benjamin). In considering William Wordsworth’s sonnet “Composed upon Westminster Bridge” and Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, the essay investigates the virtues and vices of ambience, as opposed to a more Burkean, “maximalist” view of the natural world. The essay continues the line of thought explored in David Simpson’s Wordsworth and the Figurings of the Real, especially the final section, “Societies of Figures.”

Source: “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” as an Ambient Poem; a Study of a Dialectical Image; with Some Remarks on Coleridge and Wordsworth | Romantic Circles

otata 31 July 1, 2018

Alessandra Delle Fratte

bidoni in strada —
la grandine estiv                    a improvvisa una ouverture

street bins —
sudden summer hail an overture

 

fra i canneti sospiri di vento —
inizio d’estate

among the reeds wind sighs —
beginning of summer

 

Guliz Mutlu

in memoriam Hamide Gultepe (1914-1999)

I was working on the proof of one of my poems
all the morning, and took out a comma.
In the afternoon I put it back again.

—Oscar Wilde

,

i’m asleep, the stars behind the sun
once alone, i like mondays and cherry red
saying nothing, all left behind louder than words
back to where i started, until i become a memory
a simple life, entering my mind nothing to miss
friends, easy to remember or forget
friends, i easy listen each laugh
my silence, the forgotten and the unsaid
long road silence, the distance between our lifelines
undecided journey, the emptiness of where and how
i’m homesick, a child lost, found and stolen
everything happens to me, my feelings in the closet i ask myself why

star-crossed night, i complain under the wish tree
earth scent, a dream i tell in silence

,
i ask grandma: what is the speed of life? — a toll booth on highway
grandma’s smile, a weight of heaven and earth
grandma’s scent, the wind blows barely, barely
grandma’s birthday, i hide one more candle for the next year
a tulip vase gift, children visit grandma, tall and thin
spring cleaning, grandma preparing herself to return home
the chestnut tree, grandma back home in the rain
grandma’s window, all the storms and rainbows
grandma’s promise, a bowl of cherries when tomorrow comes
long distance call, i only remember grandma’s goodbye
not a crowded family, a rose from one name to another
the sick rose, early in the morning how old is your heart
dear ancestors, everywhere now eden

,
behind the rose another rose, i watch the dawning
my small window, one begonia to another
hands in my pockets, under a blue sky, the lady with sweet peas
tea picking, the taste of the sunset ripens in my mouth

peplos dusk, let’s sail with dolphins the wine dark sea

amid the dolphin messages, being the universe solved, unsolved
starry night, listening wind with a bedouin
a handful of stars, clouds rolling but not for me
summer rain, i weep for me right on time
a bee, my overjoyed summertime
singing low, not me, a cicada
acorns and stars, i cannot leave the river stones
hazy moon, on my way home the smell of rice tea
the morning haze, a smell of rice tea from a memory
green or red, which way do i fall on this autumn day
my ink black umbrella at the bookstore, i’m dancing with the sun
day of the dead, my shadow dancing back from a grave
silk snow, my wet nurse getting older
storm window, each drop on my reflection
mellifluent moon, my clock is slow under snow
melting snow, the things i cannot
crocus or not, my young boyhood stands in the melting snow
japanese garden, i wonder who left behind the tree house

 

vincent tripi

unknown flower
unknown butterfly
the nectar

 

Jeannie Martin

rising
from the forest floor
roots

 

Timothy Murphy

spoken bone charcoal words unheard moon

 

Gabriel Bates

death poem
will you take me
with you?

 

Pere Risteski

a crow of a crow flew over a cloud

 

 

Source: July, 2018 – Otata

One More Thing I Want to Say about Christopher Middleton

A member of the generation of poets that includes John Ashbery and Robert Creeley, Middleton wrote in many styles, from the classifiable to the unclassifiable.

Source: One More Thing I Want to Say about Christopher Middleton

book recommendation / *The Tender Between* by Eve Luckring – is/let

Ornithopter Press 106 pages / $16 .

I would very much like to recommend Eve Luckring’s powerful, enveloping collection, The Tender Between, beautifully published by Ornithopter Press. As it’s eloquently written on the back of the book, “The Tender Between negotiates a linguistic terrain at once forming and falling apart. Through fragmented text and deftly recast associations, Eve Luckring questions the assumptions that define self/world. . . . This is a spare, precise poetry attentive to every syllable.”

Source: book recommendation / *The Tender Between* by Eve Luckring – is/let

Eleni Vakalo | found in translation

“Listening to the foreign language I was deeply speaking our own, and came to understand how difficult it is to name things truly…” says the Greek poet, Eleni Vakalo (1921-2001). …

Source: Eleni Vakalo | found in translation

selected from otata 30 (June 2018)

Angela Giordano

erba selvaggia —
la luna tra le canne
così vicina

wild grass —
the moon in the reeds
so close

Robert Christian

He has no dog but two birds follow him

Lucia Cardillo

bianche farfalle . . . 
in quell’andirivieni
verdi intervalli

white butterflies . . .
in the going and coming
green intervals

Corrado Aiello

un vecchio trucco:
fingersi addormentati
per non tradirsi

an old trick —
pretending to be asleep
not to betray oneself

Margherita Petriccione

nuvole nere —
la fragile fioritura
degli ulivi

black clouds —
the fragile bloom
of olive trees

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