Monday, October 12, 2020

Unicorn, Sole Horn

 A unicorn 
is a sole horn
improvising freely in the mist
of a forest,
in the midst
of an old store
of lore.

A unicorn
is a horse
with a point used to anoint
a fantasy,
a something
to see in 
the mind
as unmagical
days and 
mechanized 
ways in a 
transparent maze
grind on. 


hans ostrom 2020

Friday, October 9, 2020

"Fear," by Ciaran Carson

 Reading/video of a fine poem by Irish poet Ciaran Carson (1948-2019):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRZT01YQwNI

"Bouquet," by Langston Hughes

 Reading/video of short poem by Hughes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhzzVGOVX4M

"Again and Again," by Rainer Maria Rilke

 Short Rilke poem translated by Edward Snow, from the  Uncollected Poems of Rilke's.

Reading/video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGcEsWlCQb4

Unfinished Reading

 

Books you don't finish reading

are like mountains you don't

finish climbing or comparisons

like this that don't seem quite right.


They are like acquaintances who

don't become friends. (This seems

better.) You have been told or

think you see what's up ahead,

but a weariness sets in. Let


the book be great for others,

you think.  Just leave me out of it. 

I've resigned from the reading of

The Fairie Queen, Clarissa, The

Castle of Crossed Destinies, 

The Charterhouse at Parma, 

countless portly mystery novels.

I pretended to finish Paradise

Lost but, as with the film,

The Titanic, I had guessed the ending.


I forced myself to climb Mann's

Magic Mountain. It took

decades, and it wasn't worth it.


When Sam Johnson (who

said of Paradise Lost, "No one

wished it longer") got tired

of a book, he threw it across

the room. Bolder than I,

he didn't resign from reading.

He fired the book.



hans ostrom 2017

Thursday, October 8, 2020

Women, Books, Making a Living

Apparently one of my major
aims in life was to get a lot of
books, bring them home,
and read them more or less
at the same time. Also, I
developed an interest in
women--individually 
and as a form, a genre,
of human being. Soon
I began to receive messages
about "making a living,"
which (I get it) is important
but which is immeasurably
tedious when contrasted
with books, women, and
women-and-books. Is the
way I look at it, apparently. 


hans ostrom 2020

"Tears Fall In My Heart," by Paul Verlaine

 Reading/video of a poem by French Symbolist and so-called Decadent, Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)--translated by Richard Greene:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGQzml49Vys

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

"On the Nature of Love," by Rabindranath Tagore

 One of the better known poems by Tagore (1861-1941), poet, composer, philosopher, fiction writer, artist--astoundingly talented. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1913.

Reading/video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0zLlzUJEEA

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Monday, October 5, 2020

Emily Dickinson writes of hauntings: "One Need not be a Chamber to Be Haunted"

 Video/reading of a poem by Emily Dickinson--number 407 or 670, depending upon the numbering system. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2IS5DxW2Zw

Duty

After a life, or most of one,
of doing his duty, meeting
his responsibilities and obeying
their orders, he found he couldn't

relax as others did. He made
too much even of small tasks,
compelled himself to follow
through, stay strong, be there.

Voices of authorities past
gabbed in his head. He vowed
that one day he would not do
what he was supposed to do. 

But would he follow through?


hans ostrom 2020

A Thin Smile in the Rain

 When you wait a long time
for something that will never arrive,
you're not waiting. You're
hoping. You're pretending. 

Or: something about you 
likes that feeling of disappointment,
the sense in which the world
is unforgivably hard
but you're not giving in. 

You find it's a bit like walking
in rain without hat, coat, or
umbrella and not minding--
your hair, face, clothes, 
and shoes soaked. People

look at you and look away.
They act like you don't know
you're wet. You set your 
thin smile. And keep walking.


hans ostrom 2020