Thank you, Lawrence - that was a compliment, in fact. & I do take yr point
about the Notes, so thanks there.
Yes, interesting conflict within me: I started liking to read poetry with
Milton; I started to like writing poetry with the Beats & jazz poetry. Some
awfully dull poems have been born of my formal interest, and some afwully
pseudo-hip poems have been born of my writing ego. Some frisson is perhaps
good for creativity in writing.
Andrew
On 14 October 2010 16:41, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> That I said nothing on this poem might not seem significant. I hardly ever
> do, certainly not fc, usually feeling that I hsve nothing useful to say
>
> And in this case, at first, I wasn't taken. You say "lumpy" and maybe
> that's what I thought. I don't know. It wasn't a clear feeling I had.
>
> However, the poem wouldn't leave *me and I went back to it; and by the end
> of the day I had read it a number of times and liked it very much. I
> didn't say so: I had lost track of time and was in a rush to get to the
> only railway ticket office I know where they understand their own rules
>
> It was, in some ways, still with me this morning, despite a hell journey,
> but muffled because of the hell journey.
>
> I do think it's time I said this: that, not quite extracted from its ore,
> yet, you have a rather interesting poem, interesting here meaning
> interesting and not "I don't have anything to say"
>
> It does need more work, as you say; and having formalism and projectivism
> fighting is no bad thing: you wouldn't want one to win!
>
> Maybe take the _notes_ off _hospital notes_. They aren't notes any more
> though they may have originated that way; but if you point readers to
> their note attributes then you overemphasise that aspect
>
> best I can do
>
> L
>
>
> On Thu, October 14, 2010 01:23, andrew burke wrote:
> > Thank you all. Well, Doug, they are - of course - surgical stockings. I
> > was a bit surprised I had to wear 'em the night before the op, but there
> > you go: we are innocents led to our slaughter.
> >
> > It started out as a mish-mash of scribbled notes, some of which were less
> > than clear - written in the semi-dark with a mind set free of its anchor
> > by drugs. I typed them up, but was so disappointed in them, I left them
> > ...
> > until the other day I read another interview with Rae Armantrout where
> she
> > discussed her method of composition. This encouraged me to go back to
> > them and cut away the filigree and detritus. One huge surgical session
> > left me hopeful there was a cohesive poem there; another two or three
> > cutting sessions left me with this shape. It is still remarkably lumpy
> > (especially
> > when I put back the prose bits - I must work on those more) but maybe
> that
> > is what it is meant to be. There is a formalist inside me who fights
> > with the Projectivist!
> >
> > Are the 'best' poems often unsettling in their gestation? I find my most
> > praised poems are often ones I still have issues with. Go figure.
> >
> > Anyone have a distinct dislike for parts or all of it? I have my armour
> > on today, so feel free to fire away ...
> >
> > Thanks for asking, Max. I am much much better - I have been spreading
> > about 8 cubic metres of mulch around our gardens since it arrived
> > yesterday. I could not have even wheeled the wheelbarrow 13 or 14 weeks
> > ago! Now I am enjoying it - amazing.
> >
> >
> > On 14 October 2010 07:10, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> >
> >> Tremendous, Andrew.
> >> Let us know of the writing's developments, etc.
> >> Trusting you are now very fit.
> >> Best from Max
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> On 13/10/10 8:56 PM, "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >>
> >>
> >>> *(Hoping the formatting stays steady, at least in Rich Formatting)*
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> *łA man weeps first with his eyes.˛*
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> *Hospital Notes July 2010 *
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> I am Bed 6GC
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> beside the helipad.
> >>
> >>
> >
> >
> > --
> > Andrew
> > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > 'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
> > http://www.picaropress.com/
> > http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
> > http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
> >
> >
>
>
> --
> http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/creativecommons/poems-for-ivor-cutler-3
>
> http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/cc-the-remixes/the-man-who-finds-himself-amusing
>
>
> "This is not a time for foolery, or compliments. It may be that both of us
> are within a few minutes of death... And I, at any rate, don't propose to
> die with polite insincerities in my mouth. "
> C S Lewis - That Hideous Strength
> ---
> Lawrence Upton
> AHRC Creative Research Fellow
> Dept of Music
> Goldsmiths, University of London
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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