By Nick-e Melville.
By Nick-e Melville.
I have a problem…
and I’m into
By Ilenia Madelaire.
It was as if I had two different men living inside me then. One was full of admiration and respect for ‘fine’ arts – music, literature, poetry; the other was full of mistrust of all the arts. The site for this struggle inside me, between those two personae, was my poetic practice. I felt admiration, reverence, for works of art – the aesthetic experience replaced the religious experience – but at the same time I felt a growing disdain for those ‘aesthetic’ values. I felt something had ended forever – for me, for humanity – and it was something that religion or science or art hadn’t protected.
In the 97th interview of the Maintenant series, SJ Fowler speaks to the legendary Polish poet Tadeusz Różewicz.
our heads conjoined
by woolen wire
in the country
side of the head
to the olympic park
where nothing not done
across a table
with one younger
and one older
a difference in hair colour
is not much really
By David Kelly.
When I show up to the canvas it happens,
And when I show up to the brush, out it bleeds
Or when I glance out from the upstairs window
To see him planting trellises
For verdant green grapes in ninety nine degree heat
Waves in an earthquake-laden summer
The fragility of life calls it forward as well.
By Kimberly Cooper Nichols.
The poet is personal: the language is impersonal. Language is not a stable or static entity – it moves and crumbles and grows at the same time. The poet’s art lies in listening intently to the micro-movements of language while never forgetting the sense of the world as the pre-language – as instinct, apprehension, desire – that drove him or her to the threshold of language in the first place. Of course there are subjects and themes but that’s about as far as intention can go. As I see it is not a matter of wanting to say something, then finding the words to say it. You discover what you and the language have to say by entering the process of saying. The ethical power of poetry lies in its precise tension with language not in any broadly stated programme of doing good. The programme is advertisement. Technique, suggested Pound, is the test of sincerity. I think he was on to something.
In the 96th of the Maintenant series, SJ Fowler interviews the Hungarian poet George Szirtes.
on the ground, the black hand flapping
the brown hand spread as if to grasp
grasp what? a paving slab a street a sweep
of air then some cruddy music and leaf
leaf flattens, is pressed is what? is the body
as flat as this as brittle as surrendered to what?
and some you burn and watch fly and this
is what? an analogy as the mind makes it
of war perhaps which war? dare we answer? dare
the body be its own dialogue? dare the
long, shall we say? rain beat down on us
and our music is that the music? that cruddy
music you make in your bones and teeth?
By George Szirtes.
take the flower and place it in your mouth
place as many flowers as you want in your mouth
you do not want to eat a dry flower
eat the flower before the morning dew dries
you do not need the whole stem or any leaves
choose the flower and eat it in the early budding stages
eating flowers from national parks is illegal, so eat carefully
you can eat many flowers at a time
any flower will do
By Penny Goring.
What do I think will happen?
I don’t know.
Black curlicues reach out into
the glutinous ocean.
Wade into it, I suppose.
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By Stephen Connolly.