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For each bullet, name the poet it describes:
The answer to all of the above is John Taylor (b. 1578 – d. 1653), a plebian who worked the
Here is a brief extract from his “The Praise of Hemp-Seed, with the Voyage of Mr. Roger Bird and the Writer hereof, in a Boat of browne-paper, from
So Hemp and Flax, or which you list to name
Are male and female, both one, and the same.
Those that 'gainst these comparisons deride,
And will not with my lines be satisfide,
Let them imagine e're they doe condemne
I loue to play the foole with such as them.
The cause why Hempseed hath endur'd this wrong
And hath its worthy praise obscur'd so long,
I doe suppose it to bee onely this
That Poets know their insufficience is,
That were earth Paper, and Sea inke, they know
'T were not enough great Hempseeds worth to show.
I muse the Pagans, with varietie,
Of godles Gods, made it no Deity.
And here’s a bit from his Poem in the Utopian Tongue (1613), which I take to be his nonce language, Barmoodan:
Thoytom Asse Coria Tushrump codsheadirustie,
Mungrellimo whish whap ragge dicete tottrie,
Mangelusquem verminets nipsem barelybittimsore,
Culliandolt travellerebumque, graiphone trutchmore.
Pusse per mew (Odcomb) gul abelgik foppery shig shag
Cock a peps Comb sottishamp, Idioshte momulus tag rag.
But what is most interesting to me about
It is clear that all the current paradigms are fatally flawed. Whether poetry contest, inclinatory nepotism, rhizomic affinity, self-publishing, other-publishing, or otherwise, all our methods result in the same perceived problems: glut, heavily patrolled territories, low quality to quantity ratio, little or no agreement on ranking or worth, and, to the populace at large, ennui, disinterest, and incomprehension, if not ridicule.
Let me be clear, I am not making a point along the poetry is dying/poetry is better than ever, or the poetry has no effect/poetry is vital axes. I merely saying the what we believe to be the problems with our current poetry cannot be separated from how that poetry is published.
I am agnostic on whether the above list of problems really are problems or not. But if they are, then I can propose an alternative method, derived from John Taylor, that would reduce, eliminate, or detoxify most of them.
Here’s what
The idea of publication by subscription is anodyne to the afflictions of our current poetry scene. It is in some ways related to the current, and still what seems to be the most common practice of publishing poetry books, the contest.
In the poetry contest model, poets submit manuscripts to a publisher along with a fee, usually somewhere between $15 and $25. This amount is probably controlled by market forces, and represents a range that secures the publisher the highest total dollars. That total amount is used, in whole or in part, to underwrite the production costs of the single book selected for publication.
The publication by subscription model both improves upon this and corrects its inherent deficiencies. The poet or poetry publisher advertises the intent to publish the book, along with some description and samples of its content, its theme, or any other material that will establish the expectations for it. Those interested in the book submit some type of promissory note indicating an interest in the book and the commitment to pay a sum for it when it is available. After publication, the exchange of funds for goods take place. The subscribers get a book they want to read, and the poet gets an audience that will read his book.
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For the Defense, from King Lear:
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I suspect the misappropriation of "Poetry makes nothing happen" (the mis- part well argued to be so here) is in part because the stakes are perceived to be so low. We can't define with any specificity what "something happening" would mean. This, taken seriously, might sober us up a bit:
As I've often told Ginsberg, you can't blame the President for the state of the country, it's always the poets' fault. You can't expect politicians to come up with a vision, they don't have it in them. Poets have to come up with the vision and they have to turn it on so it sparks and catches hold.
Ken Kesey
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Just a reminder:
The YorkArts Gallery
10 North Beaver Street
York, PA
(717) 848-3200
info@yorkarts.org
PRESENTS:
The Prufrock Project Mini Exhibit
from:
November 16 to November 28, 2009
with an opening reception on November 21, 2009 @ 6:00 pm to celebrate:
over
forty artists and writers from your neighborhood across the globe
contributing to York’s Prufrock Project—each creating art based on
stanzas from T. S. Eliot’s famous poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” This image-packed poem is transcribed in art to create a meditation on its various elements.
Visit http://www.emster.com/prufrock/ for more information.
And here's a video of Michael Gough reading The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:
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