My first packet is Feb 1. So, I'm looking forward to that. I am tip-toeing into aesthetics reading (and thinking) and working extensively with my journal. I am three days in. Pretty good. Really getting some mileage out of Edna St Vincent Millay.
Reading List
- Ovid –
Metamorphoses, Robert Graves Mythology
- King James Bible
- Aeschylus – the
Oresteia
- Catullus – the
Poems
- Chaucer – Poems
(other than Canterbury Tales
- Sonnets – Sir
Phillip Sidney, Shakespeare, Edna Millay: Collected Sonnets, Petrarch,
others
- French Poetry
(French Symbolists and others)
- Ai: Vice:
Selected Poems
- Kay Ryan
- Annie Dillard:
the Writing Life
- A.R. Ammons:
Garbage
- Terrance Hayes:
How to be Drawn
- Richard Hugo:
Triggering Town
- Larry
Levis: Selected Poems
- Philip
Levine: The Simple Truth
- C.K.
Williams: Tar
- Max
Jacob: Selected Poems
- Nicano
Parrar: Poems and Anti-Poems
- Ada
Limon: Bright Bad Things
- Amy
Clampitt: Selected Poems
- Natalie
Diaz: When My Brother Was an Aztec
- Donald
Justice: Collected Peoms
- Alberto
Rios
- Juan
Felipe Herrera
- Gary
Soto: Collected Poems
- Etheridge
Wright: The Essential
- Charles
Wright
- Garrett
Hongo
- Victoria
Chang: Barbie Chang
- William
Stafford: 100 Essential Poems
- Carolina
Ebeid
- Kelli
Anne Noftle
- Amy
Lawless
- Carol
Ann Duffy
- Douglas
Kearney
- Major
Jackson
Aesthetics, Poetics
- Aristotle
Poetics
- Critical
Writings: Apollinaire
- Heidegger
- Derek
Attridge (Meter and Rhythm, Quantitative Verse)
- Babette
Deutcsh: Poetry Handbook
- Mary
Oliver: Poetry Handbook
- Ron
Padgett: Handbook of Poetic Forms
- Jane
Hirschfield: Nine Gates (Entering the Mind of Poetry)
- Best: Cognitive Psychology
One of today's draft poems: Winterfall, shattered sky
Let winter
find me if it will
wind snow ice
everywhere
miles of white horizon
gray
sky black-edged clouds
Let
winter pursue round and around
your silvering senses blocked
to
ice-cannon you to a legibility
you were aftering in laughter
where
the emptiness is filling up
Let
me find winter in my eyes
goggle-clad searching lens-like
thing-unknown
thoroughfare time
blurring white sibilant mist
things
transformed silent
You
do see things not there, really
air phantasms arcing invisibly invincibly
your
ancient visions of paradise
suddenly splintering vertically
will
you note that you know not
deifications as they pause
and
I think you and I know
the nature of things not churning
as
snow kingdoms slowly fall
shards filling skies straightening
icily
lofting our practical sheets
like a waved blanket over a bed
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