Matthew Yeager’s “From ‘A Jar of Balloons, or The Uncooked Rice’”

Posted Dec 20, 2010 at 6:21 pm, 5tein

I just finished re-reading Matthew Yeager’s poem “From ‘A Jar of Balloons, or The Uncooked Rice’” (link is to extended version), and the more I think about my disappointment in the poem the more absurd–both the poem and my reaction–appear to me. The poem begins with a fairly novel concept: an extensive list of simple but personal questions that range from the banal to the sublime. The feel of the poem is unfortunately random and haphazard, like a game of Would You Rather without a partner–and that you allow to persist too long. A better–or at least more fitting–response to this poem than writing about it, in my opinion, follows:

Response to Yeager's From "A Jar of Balloons..."

N large very Y ? N gray me Y N N N 27" showers $20 Y layers neither eat 3rd NA Y mildly Y 1 fair N above average Y 17 Y NA Y chest-high N cake both N Y N Y both N bottom mix it up easy center N window Y "damn" <20 above average Y N poor Y depends one temple NA white, cream, green, red, tan Y bicycle N N Y N Y (elaborative) often Y (rhetorical) Y NA NA depends palm out existing, persisting, [private], etc N (elaborative) Y black smooth peel as I eat tear into N both Y N Imperial City crying drive Y N N (rhetorical) N both Y (rhetorical) Y (rhetorical) Y sinking Y N Y crowd Y Willem 3 N Y Y Y depends no response #2 4 occaisionally N NA (rhetorical) Star Wars toy gun Y don't know est. 12 N, Y occaisionally obligatory Y (rhetorical) walk around by myself N depends Y "out of sight out of mind" N NA real star Y right rear don't know Y Y, N Y butter depends depends Y last week N Y N NA don't know NA N don't know Y Y N depends dysentery Y poor October N (elaborative) depends don't know rarely N family members rarely either N Y Y N depends N pecan depends N N depends poor don't know (rhetorical) few or none varies Y (elaborative) Y (elaborative) N (elaborative) Y N N, Y don't recall Y Y (elaborative) send back N work putting on socks, or walking Y NA reading all of the above (elaborative) N N Y N NA none NA NA N depends Y N NA 50 NA Y N N Y N depends N Y N NA me Y flexibility, resilience Y N Y don't know Y (rhetorical) Y N sometimes Y, N depends not for myself N it's a form of tyranny NA above average don't know N don't know NA Nick Cave in The Birthday Party N N $5 Y Y Toys R Us average average Y sometimes NA Y Y NA (rhetorical) don't know "kitty-corner" N (rhetorical) N NA (funny) 1st degree Y sometimes tea, books -- fewer things as I age opera poetry oh, Y Y both N N "I can get this" Y Y Y don't know GRE Literature, or that one history of the English language final oscillate N Y very 2002 Y 4 Y Y grandfather brother N fair good NA N N clip N N N both Y N (rhetorical) 12 hours

Did I miss any? Do
I care?

Rolling on BAP 2010

Posted Dec 8, 2010 at 4:27 pm, 5tein

I enjoyed posting on select poems from The Best American Poetry 2009 last December, and planned to do the same this year. We’re clearly a week into December with no posts or poems, which says a lot about how I follow-through with Good Ideas. Chris mentioned he might record selected poems from BAP 2010 and post them with commentary; I think that’s a great way to reinvest myself in podcasting literature, personalize this year’s BAP reading, and save myself the trouble of retyping the poem accurately.

Before I begin (or, really, because I haven’t begun) I want to share my first-pass shortlist of dog-eared poems from BAP 2010:

Todd Boss – My Dog Has No Nose
Anne Carson – Wildly Constant
> David Clewell – This Poem Had Better Be about the World We Actually Live In
> Billy Collins – Grave
Peter Davis – Four “Addresses”
Lynn Emanuel – Dear Final Journey,
> Vievee Francis – Smoke under the Bale
Sonia Greenfield – Passing the Barnyard Graveyard
Corinne Lee – Six from “Birds of Self-Knowledge”
> Hailey Leithauser – The Old Woman Gets Drunk with the Moon
> Jeffrey McDaniel – The Grudge
W.S. Merwin – Identity
> James Richardson – Vectors 2.3: 50 Aphorisms and Ten-Second Essays
Charles Simic -Carrying on like a Crow
David Trinidad – Black Telephone
Derek Walcott – 21
> Catherine Wing – The Darker Sooner
Mark Wunderlich – Coyote, with Mange

> Indicates a poem that was also on Chris’s first-pass list.

There’s not a chance that I’ll cover all of these poems this month–I’ll be lucky to hit my five favorites. But for one reason or another I found these poems noteworthy enough to take a second or third look at, and it is likely from this pool that I’ll release some totally unauthorized audio recordings.

Poem: Friday, Five Fifteen PM

Posted Sep 17, 2010 at 5:11 pm, 5tein

I broke my promise to write poems only in meter this year for the following cathartic/medicinal, and unfortunately melodramatic entry, partly inspired by the practice (though let’s not compare products!) of Lehman’s Journal in Poetry concept.

Friday, Five Fifteen PM

As the sun sets I say I've worked, and then I look for proof ---easier to do some days than others-- harder, I admit, in this job than in that one which I'd once sworn lifeblood to. Work in the library bindery was done by hand resulting, each day, in a heavy stack (some volumes very slim, some tomes, some simply stitched sections) evidence I'd solved the hours. But that didn't work out, I didn't persist; I moved, I went to school, I fell in love, I vowed to keep it as a hobby. Today at five I made a list of things I'd done at work: I met, I talked, I read, replied, I wrote, I lied. My boss reminded me to check my tasks before I left. It'd grown quite long, this chain of things to do, but not to fault my trying. Instead, I think, it testifies of my value to the firm, the things they need of me today, tomorrow, and beyond. Strange how when I worked with books I passed into the outside world both full and hungry. Nowadays when I walk home inside I'm dense and empty, hard, compressed, yet of such stuff that's light enough to drift away beyond the amber glowing clouds like a pale balloon whose final path will not be seen, whose rubber skin will fall, fit for fish to choke on.

BAP 2010

Posted Sep 9, 2010 at 4:38 pm, Jared Stein

An early, but not unwelcome, arrival. I haven’t had time this past summer for many of the literary endeavors that I strive for and enjoy, but autumn may give me a chance to read and write about The Best American Poetry 2010′s selections (as Chris and I did in last year’s BAP09 project).

Weekly Notes from 2010-08-28

Posted Aug 28, 2010 at 4:25 pm, Jared Stein
  • I've spent two hours working out some rhymes. Now hoping that I didn't waste my times. #
  • Not much rhymes with "duologue", and it's still two hours before I can take a skate break. #
  • Yes, ABE Books, you /can/ have $55 for 4 1st/1st copies I've had on my list for a year… #
  • Early skate break to AF to learn to carve that bowl. #
  • Logged another 2 hours on couplet rhymes. Rewrote half of 1st stanza. Still need half of the 3rd. Ignoring the 4th and final. #amwriting #
  • I wrestle with meter and rhyme not in hopes of winning the match, but in gaining from the strengths and weaknesses of my opponents. #
  • @poetrynews You misled me. in reply to poetrynews #
  • Finished a short story that's turned out a bit Chandler-esque. Pure fiction that sounds dangerously like autobiography. #
  • Too enamored by the act of literary creation; quite different from the practice of writing. #

Impossible McGonagall

Posted Aug 22, 2010 at 2:47 pm, 5tein

I must admit I wasn’t familiar with the name and work of Sir William Topaz Mcgonagall (though I presumably read him in my occasional ego-sustaining forays into Very Bad Poetry) until I happened upon Anthony Daniel’s article, “Knight of the White Elephant”, recently published in The New Criterion.

I’ll let the article stand for itself, and simply comment that the most troublesome aspect of the story of McGonagall is not his delusions of genius, nor the cruelty of his audiences, but rather his humanity, his fallibility, his very similarity to each of us. I see my own writing in McGonagall’s poor poetry. I see my own longing for a life imbued with culture in his self-styled commitment as “Poet and Tragedian”. I see myself, I see others, too, and I try not to wince.

Perhaps most devastating in the McGonagall biography is the utter futility of his efforts despite an impossible commitment to his art. McGonagall earned neither satisfactory remuneration or praise for his work during his life, nor fame and respect for his aesthetics after his death. And yet he battled (with “psychological armor-plating”) to fulfill this dream and capitalize on what he clearly saw as a supreme talent. Daniel, comparing the memory of McGonagall to the fellow Scot and better poet Hamish Henderson, remarks that “a cruel posterity does not always distribute fame among writers according to literary merit”–suggesting that though we may remember McGonagall as “the worst poet of the English language” at least we remember him.

If I may say so without malice, to be a poet as McGonagall I’d rather be forgotten.

Weekly Notes from 2010-08-21

Posted Aug 21, 2010 at 4:25 pm, 5tein
  • “No satire, violence, hatred, drugs, or whoring— / Transgression must be decorous, and boring.” — J. Salemi, "Respectably Transgressive" #
  • 8&c3 #
  • The cannister can no longer withhold this black tar. #
  • 8&c2 #
  • Found P Slade's page on British broadsides via @bryanalexander's post on Victorian hoaxes (http://bit.ly/cWtTUo) Love this internet thing… #

Weekly Notes from 2010-08-14

Posted Aug 14, 2010 at 4:25 pm, 5tein
  • Watched French film "Tell No One" this morning. A pretty good, if generally derivative, modern thriller entry. #
  • Great little description of conveniently lost revolver in Greene's "Dream of a Strange Land": "The dark object made a pocket in the snow." #
  • That reading Hamlet aloud can still provoke tears is my best testimony to it's enduring power. #

Weekly Notes from 2010-08-07

Posted Aug 7, 2010 at 4:25 pm, 5tein

Comic: Partially Clips – Interview

Posted Aug 6, 2010 at 12:57 pm, 5tein

Partially Clips - Interview