I've never heard of him, so not consciously.
I thought I hated hippie poetry about Nixon and Vietnam until I encountered reactionary poetry appreciators who won't shut up about Hopkins and Eliot.
Hey, just like my poems!
Kenneth Goldsmith is in many ways an ass, but his reading of The Philosophical Investigations to the tune of The Rite of Spring is funny!
I caught this morning morning's minion, dapple-dawn-drawn Flippy, in his riding of the rolling level underneath him steady TWYRCL.
Oh whoops I forgot that Flippy is, of course, kingdom of daylight's dauphin.
I feel like not enough capital letters are used in the foregoing.
Can't people just stop writing poetry and move on? It had a good run and now we do prose and text messages.
All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things.
OT: For comic book nerds only: That's not very good.
I would just add that if you can work "Fuck you, clown" in there you're golden.
My knowledge of poetry is mostly limited to things my brother has recommended to me, but I would submit Paul Muldoon's, "The Stoic" as a contemporary poem which is neither funny nor rhymey and yet is clearly worthwhile.
Flippy is, of course, kingdom of daylight's dauphin
Whereas Flipper is the kingdom of daylight's dolphin. ba-DUMP. FA LOVES PA.
Isn't it a little distasteful to write about Flippy riding TWYRCL on the blog?
Thanks for the poem, Nick, though I'll note, merely by the by, that YOU'RE TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG. Which is to say, it's both a little funny ("a very little brilliance") and rhymes throughout.
The rhyming criterion is arguably met by defining rhyme broadly. Are not rhymes, not necessarily of phonemes but of rhythms or at least ideas, fundamental to most poetry? The funny thing I'd argue against. Is there some way in which, say, "The Idea of Order at Key West" is funny?
Haysoos, I don't care what Homer wrote in the Pleistocene; this is a manifesto for today.
rhymes...of...ideas
On second thought, you might be an insufferable prick.
Isn't it a little distasteful to write about Flippy riding TWYRCL on the blog?
Yes.
"rhymes of rhythms" is pretty weird too.
19 -- that goes on my alternate password protected blog for commenter hookup slash fiction.
Rhymes, resonances, whatever, bitches. As Leonard Cohen wrote in "That's no way to say goodbye", "I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,/ walking to the corner, our steps will always rhyme." Cohen was a fucking poet.
Cohen started as an actual poet, didn't he?
Does Bunting's "Villon" pass muster, oggedeluh? How about this guy?
YOU'RE TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG. Which is to say, it's both a little funny ("a very little brilliance") and rhymes throughout.
Yeah, okay, I'm not going to argue with that.
4 Goldsmith is indeed frequently an ass* but IMHO should be cut a lot of slack for the wonderful richness that is UbuWeb.
*Latest asshattery of his was the recitation of Mike Brown's autopsy report as poetry.**
**OK, make that "cut some slack."
Who am I to judge, Neb Nosflow? I'm only trying to help.
24: To be clear, Cohen was a poet who wrote poetry not accompanied by music and continued to do so while writing poetry accompanied by music.
Wait, whoa. Cohen's daughter had a kid with Rufus Wainwright? As my daughters like to say while making explodey gestures next to their craniums, Mind. Blown.
Kenneth Goldsmith is a a fucking shum-bubble of the sort that readily outs himself when faced with any ethically difficult or demanding situation. The fact that a guy like that is big in avant-garde poetry even now is one of the big reasons I'm no longer working in avant-garde poetry.
Rufus "The Unlistenable" Wainwright. As they say, fixed that for you.
21/22 - Hot Robert Halford on Tim "Ripper" Owens action!
Trying the link to example of Goldsmith shum-bubblery again.
I'm not really surprised at all by that. Beyond being an ass he's tended to strike me as a pretty weak thinker.
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33: His popularity mystifies me. I'm still surprised at the revelation, because a) gay, and b) major confluence of singer-songwriter family streams.
Wow. You guys are awfully judgmental. Some things are nice I guess.
Actually, I rather like Gerard Manley Hopkins
41: It's not like the people we're being judgmental about ever show up to read the judgments very often.
I would not at all be bothered if Kenny G showed up here.
44: Only when I email them, generally.
How would you feel if Gerald McManleyHopkins showed up?
McManleyHopkins
That would explain the "Pay with Love" thing.
The Windhover is, in fact, the greatest poem written in English. There, I said it.
It would be even better with the synonym for "windhover" I mentioned the other day.
That was a pretty good poem, but I still like a more regular meter.
Moby likes iambs and he cannot lie
All you other readers can't deny
That poems show up whose beauty is past change
All things counter, original, spare, and strange
You get sprung
51 is mostly right (depending on my mood)
11: Thanks for sharing that. I'm probably on the record a decade ago being fuck-you,-clown-ish to both of them, but that's marginally interesting. How to make room for possibly repenting misogynist assholes is going to be an interesting question.
33. Hang on, his version of Cohen's "Everybody knows" is great. Solo stuff doesn't do much for me, but he's a good stylist.
I can't find a single memory of Leonard Cohen or Rufus Wainwright singing anything. I will probably remember the song referenced in 54 until I die.
Here's Rufus Wainwright singing a song written by Leonard Cohen. Wheel within wheels.
I've already brushed and flossed. I can't listen to music now.
What Work Is
We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is--if you're
old enough to read this you know what
work is, although you may not do it.
Forget you. This is about waiting,
shifting from one foot to another.
Feeling the light rain falling like mist
into your hair, blurring your vision
until you think you see your own brother
ahead of you, maybe ten places.
You rub your glasses with your fingers,
and of course it's someone else's brother,
narrower across the shoulders than
yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin
that does not hide the stubbornness,
the sad refusal to give in to
rain, to the hours of wasted waiting,
to the knowledge that somewhere ahead
a man is waiting who will say, "No,
we're not hiring today," for any
reason he wants. You love your brother,
now suddenly you can hardly stand
the love flooding you for your brother,
who's not beside you or behind or
ahead because he's home trying to
sleep off a miserable night shift
at Cadillac so he can get up
before noon to study his German.
Works eight hours a night so he can sing
Wagner, the opera you hate most,
the worst music ever invented.
How long has it been since you told him
you loved him, held his wide shoulders,
opened your eyes wide and said those words,
and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never
done something so simple, so obvious,
not because you're too young or too dumb,
not because you're jealous or even mean
or incapable of crying in
the presence of another man, no,
just because you don't know what work is.
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That's exactly what happened to me.