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DWill  Senior
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 10:37 am Post subject: A classic--probably out of print
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I can't resist. On the lighter side of poetry, the way lighter side, we have the slender volume "Big League Poets", by Mikhail Horowitz, published by Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights Books. The conceit here is to picture the big-time poets (all males, unfortunately) as baseball players. There are pictures of the players with poets' heads set on top. It's juvenile, I guess. But at least there is a connection between baseball and poets, in that if poets like any of the sports, I think it's likely to be baseball. Donald Hall, for one, was a big fan; John Updike also is.
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A centaur-fielder for the Trojan Horsemen, HOMER was the father of Big League Poetry: inventing the epic poem and the epic clout (which still bears his name today) with one great swing of his wine-dark bat.
As every schoolboy doubtless knows, LONG JOHN MILTON pitched for Paradise, and Paradise Lost.
William CASEY SHAKESPEARE made every play look easy. As a shortstop for the Los Angeles Learjets, he was known as "The Speed Merchant of Venice Beach"....The Greatest Big League Poet of them all, he ended up as an umpire, and would baffle almost everybody with such ambiguous calls as "fair is foul, and foul is fair."
Walt WHITEY WHITMAN was a vagabond outfielder (and a switch-hitter as well) who sang, celebrated, and assumed himself when lilacs last in the ballpark bloomed. His magnum opus: LEAVES OF ASTROTURF.
I'll take pity on you and stop. The pictures are half the fun.
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ralphinlaos  Intern

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 12:34 pm Post subject:
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DWill, that was fun - and funny. I can just picture Will Shakespeare as an umpire, but I doubt he'd last long in today's environment - especially with the little league moms and dads.
And of course Walt Whitman would be a switch-hitter. Perfect. Or as someone might say, a homer.
I didn't know Ferlinghetti headed a publishing house; good for him. If someone else won't do it, do it yourself.
What are you being certified in? I think you mentioned it once, but I forgot.
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 1:30 pm Post subject: Three Cheers for DWill!
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What a delightful and nourishing thread this has turned out to be!
I have encounter a minor problem (am using a friend's computer). I can not cut & paste, thereby making selective quoting a bit difficult. I'll try my best without the point of reference of quote boxes.
Will commented on my ingenuity in locating the Lana Turner poem. I am dyslexic, with some short term memory impairment (sequencing is a bitch - yes, Will I can curse if necessary), and information retrieval quirks (meaning my brain has it's own filing system and won't give me the key). In order to manage in a literate society (I do know calling USA society literate is a debatable fact) I have had to devise multiple coping strategies to be able to communicate in written English. Consequently, I have learned to work my away around all kinds of interesting road blocks when searching for information or more often than not, how to spell a word. It really has been an asset. Having a faulty filing system or really it's the retrieval part that does not work quite right, has made me make very odd associations between words, concepts, images, etc. I like to think my brain files poetically!
Will made a comment about modern v. traditional verse forms. I think I read something somewhere about Robert Frost and traditional verse form. It was kinda funny, so I will look for it. I think of modern poetry as snapshots. I'm not sure what a corollary would be for traditional verse. Anybody? By the way, Will, Frost is one of my favorite poets. I like both modern and traditional. I am just way more familiar with the modern poets. I think it has to do with what was being taught in schools when I was in HS & college.
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 1:59 pm Post subject: Re: A classic--probably out of print
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| DWill wrote: |
I can't resist. On the lighter side of poetry, the way lighter side, we have the slender volume "Big League Poets", by Mikhail
I'll take pity on you and stop. The pictures are half the fun.
DWill |
Will,
I'm so glad you can't.
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:11 pm Post subject: Lilacs in bloom
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From DWill's post:
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Walt WHITEY WHITMAN was a vagabond outfielder (and a switch-hitter as well) who sang, celebrated, and assumed himself when lilacs last in the ballpark bloomed. His magnum opus: LEAVES OF ASTROTURF. |
There seems to be a lilac thing going on here. First, in the Frost poem Directive, in the second third of the poem - beliaced - made up just for the poem. Second, quoted above. And third, the class that came to participate in the living history program (recreation of a one room school from 1818) I volunteer with, brought me lilacs today. Lilacs are one of my favorite things about late April, early May. So now, I can't resist.
From:
Walt Whitman
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed
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In the dooryard fronting an old frarm-house near the white-washed
palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich
green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong
I love,
With every leaf a miracle--and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-colored blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:57 pm Post subject: R Frost on free verse
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One more post from me and I promise to be quite for a bit. I found the quote from Robert Frost I referred to in an earlier post.
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| ...his poetry was highly structured, with traditional metre and rhyme schemes; Frost disliked free verse. (He once said he would as soon play tennis without a net as write free verse). |
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DWill  Senior
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 10:23 pm Post subject:
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Ralph,
The certification is for something called rehabilitation counseling and is connected to a work-related masters degree. Could you mention how you came to be lving in Laos? You might have back a ways, but I can't recall.
Saffron,
Whatever adaptations you have made, they seem to be working. I mean, look at you, changing these avatars at will to suit the theme, while I sit here stumped. Do you think the problem could be my slow computer? I always found it a good idea, whether it regards sports or the present instance, to blame my equipment. I've got a whole hedge of lilacs, but they're Persian, not as perfumed as the common and almost a purple flower, but better as a hedge plant because they stop at about 9' and don't sucker as much.
Was the Robt. Frost comment where he says that writing free verse is like playing tennis without a net? In that last Book World a novelized life of Frost is reviewed favorably, and also a book of his prose is out for the first time. He was a much tormented man, it seems. He was able to transmute the torment into poems and to say about it wistfully, "I had a lover's quarrel with the world." I might be able to say that my favorite Frost poem of all is "The Wood-Pile", which ends, "To warm the frozen swamp as best it could/With the slow smokeless burning of decay." What about you?
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 10:34 pm Post subject:
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DWill:
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| Was the Robt. Frost comment where he says that writing free verse is like playing tennis without a net? |
Yes, I've seen it now twice reported as a quote. As for my favorite RFrost...humm. It might be Birches. |
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 10:42 pm Post subject:
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On second thought, my most favorite RFrost is Reluctance.
I love the line:
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping.
and the last stanza:
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Anybody else have a favorite Frost poem?
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Saffron  Senior

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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:51 pm Post subject: Compost
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DWill:
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| I might be able to say that my favorite Frost poem of all is "The Wood-Pile", which ends, "To warm the frozen swamp as best it could/With the slow smokeless burning of decay." What about you? |
Will,
A poem ending with composting, now that does sound like you, especially in light of the Wiggly Worm Farm you manage.
Thoughts on The Wood-Pile --
There is a song that is on the soundtrack to the movie Garden State called, Let Go by Frou Frou. One line of the lyric is:
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
Organic material generates heat as it decomposes and heat is associated with life, kindness (not really sure what made me type kindness), and comfort. Decomposition frees up the nutrients stored in the wood, returning them to the soil. So, even though forgotten, the decaying wood-pile is creating a more hospitable swamp. This does seem beautiful.
---just thinking out loud, if you will. I'm not sure this fits with the rest of the poem. I better go back and read it again.
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