Daily Diversion #116: “Nature” is What We See*

Whenever I hike through the 733 acres of our local cemetery, I have to stifle the compulsion to declaim poetry to an audience of tombstones, trees, and birds. Instead, I turn the words inward, or whisper them under my breath. The shadow-poets I prefer change with the seasons. If winter’s sharp, cold, stinging reach is perfect for Sylvia Plath, then the gloriously still warmth of spring is the natural home for the distilled, profound and subtle Emily Dickinson.

Two graves and wildflowers

Two forlorn graves and clumps of wildflowers are the perfect audience for Emily’s poems.

*“Nature” is what we see” is the opening line from an Emily Dickinson poem.

Algernon Charles Swinburne is Ready for His Close-Up

Algernon Charles Swinburne died on 10 April 1909. In addition to being ever-ready for a good close-up…

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…he was quite an accomplished and well-rounded writer.

QUOTE: “For winter’s rains and ruins are over,/And all the season of snows and sins;/The days dividing lover and lover,/The light that loses, the night that wins.”

SOME WORKS: Mary Stuart; The Sisters; Atalanta in Calydon; Songs of Two Nations; A Century of Roundels; A Study of Shakespeare.

A KEEPSAKE:

A Swinburne Poetry Selection at Professor Booknoodle

A Swinburne Poetry Selection at Professor Booknoodle. $25.00

 

[R]evolving Incarnations Wants You!

Do you love reading? Are you very, very brave like a storybook hero(ine)? If you answered yes, then you are welcome to join the dialogue of [R]evolving Incarnations. We are looking for hearty, passionate readers to take our 40 question Q&A. If you are unfamiliar with the series, follow these links:

The only requirement is that you love, love, love reading. Genre preference doesn’t matter, really! We hope to represent as many bookish experiences and viewpoints as possible, whilst fostering frank and refreshing discussions of what it means to be a reader in the 21st-century. If you are interested in taking the invigorating plunge, or have any questions, you may leave a reply in the comment section or e-mail us at: onetrackmuse@gmail.com. Thank you, and happy reading!

FYI: [R]evolving Incarnations is taking a break this week, as I am still spending time with The Chef before he leaves on his trip!

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers-Featuring Cassie of Books & Bowel Movements

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers is an interview series done in classic Q&A format. Each entry features one intrepid writer/blogger/artist/creative mastermind as they take on the same 40 reading-themed questions and scenarios. This is the second entry (you can read the first here). Be sure to leave your thoughts in the comments section!

CASSIE

Cassie of Books & Bowel Movements is a North Carolina based blogger. I discovered her blog shortly after joining WordPress, and it remains one of my favourite reads. Her writing is funny, beautiful, and moving. Be sure to check out her site!

  • What book have you always wanted to read, but haven’t? Why? I’ve never read “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. My mom is going to kill me for this if she sees this Q&A.  She’s been recommending that book to me since sixth grade. I’m not sure why I haven’t read it. It’s just one of those books that sits on my shelf and I know I’m going to read it one day and hopefully that will be the day that I was meant to read it. There will be some lesson that I need to learn at that moment in my life. I haven’t read enough Larry Levis, Leonard Cohen, Anne Carson, Jack Gilbert or Edna St. Vincent Millay, Amy Hempel, either. And Raymond Carver, but I think I’d need a whiskey sour and a deep cigar in order to crack him open for an evening.
  • What is your favourite line or passage from a book? Oh, dear God. How do I choose one?  I’ll give you one or two from each of my favorite book notebooks.                                                                                                         Notebook #1: titled “Summer 2011-Fall 2011: Chautaqua, Merwin, Phase 10”
    1. “You know everything at 8, but it is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.” – The Gathering by Anne Enright
    2. “Do not listen to the lies of old men/who fear your power/who preach that you were “born in sin.”  A flower is moral by its own flowering.” –Circling the Daughter by Ethridge Knight

    Notebook #2: titled “Bad Experiments: Miss Blue Pleated Skirt”

    1. “But ultimately, it all remained unreadable for him, though reading, he felt, was not a natural thing and should not be done to people. In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories.  A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing underneath. In general, when you felt a longing for love, you took a woman and possessed her gingerly and not too hopefully until you finally let go, slept, woke up, and she eluded you once more. Then you started over. Or not.” – Lorrie Moore
    2. “But it was more than that. It was womanhood they were entering. The deep forest of it and no matter how many women and men too are saying these days that there is little difference between us, the truth is that men find their way into that forest only on clearly marked trails, while women move about it like birds.” – Andre Dubus
    3. “Virginia imagines someone else, yes, someone strong of body but frail-minded; someone with a touch of genius, of poetry, ground under by the wheels of the world, by war and government, by doctors; a someone who is, technically speaking, insane, because that person sees meaning everywhere, knows that trees are sentient beings and sparrows sing in Greek.” – The Hours, Michael Cunningham 

    Notebook #3: titled “End of the Image”

  1. “When I want to see the furthest into my soul, I will write a sentence by hand and then write another sentence over it, followed by another. An entire paragraph will live in one line, and no one else can read it. That is the point. On occasions, in a café, I can fill an entire paper place mat on both sides. On a plane, the paper bag for airsickness is my canvas. Anything will do: the backs of business cards, receipts, and napkins, any scrap of paper. A friend of mine calls it my disease, I call it my confessional.” – When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

And every other word written by that woman. 

The Dead Writers Round-Up: March 21st-24th

  • Robert Southey died on 3/21/1843. “How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.” (The Fall of Robespierre; Joan of Arc: An Epic Poem; After Blenheim; Madoc)
  • Caroline Sheridan Norton was born on 3/22/1808. “We have been friends together in sunshine and shade.” (A Voice from the Factories; The Undying One and Other Poems; Stuart of Dunleath)
  • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe died on 3/22/1832. “Character develops itself in the stream of life.” (The Sorrows of Young Werther; Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship; Faust)
  • Isabel Burton died on 3/22/1896. “Honour, not honours.” (The Inner Life of Syria, Palestine, and the Holy Land: from my private journal; Arabia, Egypt, India: a narrative of travel; The Life of Captain Sir Richd F. Burton)
  • Louis L’Amour was born on 3/22/1908. “Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.” (Silver Canyon; Shalako; The Ferguson Rifle; The Walking Drum)
  • Stendhal died on 3/23/1842. “This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.” (Armance; Lucien Leuwen; The Charterhouse of Parma; Vanina Vanini)
  • William Morris was born on 3/24/1834. “I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.” (The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs; A Dream of John Ball; News from Nowhere (or, An Epoch of Rest); The Water of the Wondrous Isles)
  • Olive Schreiner was born on 3/24/1855. “No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.” (The Story of an African Farm; Stories, Dreams and Allegories; Woman and Labour)
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow died on 3/24/1882. “Music is the universal language of mankind.” (Hyperion, A Romance; Kavanagh; The Song of Hiawatha)
  • Jules Verne died on 3/24/1905. “Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.” (Journey to the Center of the Earth; From the Earth to the Moon; Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea; Around the World in Eighty Days; Around the Moon; Off on a Comet)
  • John Millington Synge died on 3/24/1909. “In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple.” (In the Shadow of the Glen; Riders to the Sea; The Playboy of the Western World; Deidre of the Sorrows)

The Splendiferously Bearded Writers Social Club: Walt Whitman

  • Name: Walt Whitman
  • DOB: 5/13/1819
  • Member Since: 1863
  • Status: Charter Member
  • Important Role: Taking tickets at club functions.
  • Hobbies: Going to the library; teaching; writing barrier-smashing poetry; keeping us guessing.
Walt Whitman by G. Frank E. Pearsall, 1872

Walt Whitman by G. Frank E. Pearsall, 1872

The Dead Writers Round-Up: March 4th-8th

  • William Carlos Williams died on 3/4/1963. “It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.” (Poems; Spring and All; Journey to Love; Paterson)
  • Frank Norris was born on 3/5/1870. “I never truckled; I never took off the hat to Fashion and held it out for pennies. By God, I told them the truth.” (McTeague; The Octopus: A Story of California; The Pit)
  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born on 3/6/1806. “Who so loves believes the impossible.” (Casa Guidi Windows; Aurora Leigh; Last Poems)
  • Artemus Ward died on 3/6/1867. “It ain’t so much the things we don’t know that get us in trouble. It’s the things we know that ain’t so.” (Artemus Ward His Panorama; Artemus Ward in London)
  • Pearl S. Buck died on 3/6/1973. “Hunger makes a thief of any man.” (The Good Earth; Peony; The Big Wave)
  • Stevie Smith died on 3/7/1971. “All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet.” (Novel on Yellow Paper; This Englishwoman; Not Waving But Drowning; Scorpion and Other Poems)
  • Kenneth Grahame was born on 3/8/1859. “After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.” (The Golden Age; Dream Days; The Wind in the Willows)
  • Sherwood Anderson died on 3/8/1941. “I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.” (Many Marriages; Winesburg, Ohio; The Triumph of the Egg: A Book of Impressions From American Life in Tales and Poems)