Tuesday, October 13, 2020

"Desert," by Josephine Miles

Reading/video of a short poem by Miles (1911-1985), who was a remarkable poet and scholar--and a remarkable person. In childhood she was afflicted with severe arthritis, and as an adult she had highly limited use of her hands, legs, and feet. I saw her read at the University of California, Davis, and an assistant carried her into the room. The reading was great. She graduated from high school in Los Angeles--John Cage was a classmate. She earned a B.A. in English at UCLA and a Ph.D. at Berkeley, where she taught her whole career. She pioneered quantitative research in the humanities, and using a punch-card computer, published a concordance to the poetry of John Dryden. Her own poetry garnered her much acclaim. She was an early supporter of Beat poetry and helped Alan Ginsberg get Howl published. She was especially interested in different modes of diction in modern poetry.

link:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd-JZHpF7pc



Monday, October 12, 2020

Oblique Review

This novel contained
sentence after sentence
with only punctuation
to control traffic.

As I read the novel,
the weather went
from sunny to rainy
and back again.

I find that climate
is an infinite novel
with new weather
chapters periodically.

It's funny (peculiar)
how words trick
a reader's mind into
creating a novel.

Readers should get
paid more for doing
all the work. Every
art form got taken

over by industry,
so that novels became
manufactured goods, see?
This novel is okay by me. 


hans ostrom 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