Comments by steve

  • "Sunday. Heat ripple still with us; a most favonian week." Lolita Ch 11

    December 31, 2012

  • In his time, this one had little to speak of,

    The softest word went gurrituck in his skull.

    For him, the moon was always in Scandinavia

    And his daughter was a foreign thing.

    From Two at Norfolk by Wallace Stevens

    July 14, 2011

  • from Baseball and Writing by Marianne Moore

    And "Yes,

    it's work; I want you to bear down,

    but enjoy it

    while you're doing it."

    Mr. Houk and Mr. Sain,

    if you have a rummage sale,

    don't sell Roland Sheldon or Tom Tresh.

    Studded with stars in belt and crown,

    the Stadium is an adastrium.

    O flashing Orion,

    your stars are muscled like the lion.

    July 16, 2010

  • The Past is the Present

    If external action is effete

    and rhyme is outmoded,

    I shall revert to you,

    Habakkuk, as when in a Bible class

    the teacher was speaking of unrhymed verse.

    He said - and I think I repeat his exact words -

    "Hebrew poetry is prose

    with a sort of heightened consciousness." Ecstasy affords

    the occasion and expediency determines the form.

    Marianne Moore

    July 10, 2010

  • "Bedizened or stark

    naked, man, the self, the being we call human, writing-

    master to this world, griffons a dark

    "Like does not like like that is obnoxious"; and writes error

    with four

    r’s. "

    Marianne Moore 'The Pangolin'

    June 15, 2010

  • one of those recorded pronunciations would help out

    December 20, 2009

  • X

    At the sight of blackbirds

    Flying in a green light,

    Even the bawds of euphony

    Would cry out sharply.

    Wallace Stevens :thirteen ways of looking at a Blackbird

    Stanza 10

    July 23, 2009

  • O thin men of Haddam,

    Why do you imagine golden birds?

    Do you not see how the blackbird

    Walks around the feet

    Of the women around you?

    Wallace Stevens

    July 21, 2009