Monthly Archives: April 2018

Written in the 70s — Formalism

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN

FORMALISM…. finger any one food and say, ‘That’s what does it.’” What does is it his mind, the life-shaper. The main struggle in my life is for form — its own form. Definition; delimitation of boundaries. How necessary is solitude, … Continue reading →

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“Man Gesturing”

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN
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“Burning the Brush Pile”

Posted on April 24, 2018 by JMN

I find among my keepings a poem by Galway Kinnell published in the New Yorker June 19, 2006. Its title is “Burning the Brush Pile.” Tending the pile, the speaker discovers a small, half-burnt snake still alive: “It stopped where … Continue reading →

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From Memory

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

“In Memory of W. B. Yeats,” poem by W. H. Auden, poets.org This poem has several “movements,” like a symphony. I marvel at its discursive tone — “You were silly like us” — until the last stanza, where it becomes … Continue reading →

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To a Friend

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

8-12-2012 “I need to return to it at a quieter time.” Lets have this understanding, though. Never give anything I send or link you to more than a moment of your time unless you really want to. And if you … Continue reading →

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This Is Stag Country

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

Fay Dawne Burmeister was valedictorian the year Boog Jeeters got his lacerated kidney in the game against Horne. When Boog was born, Lonnie wanted to call him Booger. Can you feature that? Booger Jeeters. Reba wouldn’t have it, said no … Continue reading →

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Social Math — UK

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

Sir Alistair Chichester is in the habit of quaffing two pints of bitter at The Thane of Thoth every afternoon from 3 to 4 p.m., excepting Sundays. Each pint costs a quid tuppence. (Sir Alistair, of course, is indifferent to … Continue reading →

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Written in the 70s — Mistery

Posted on April 22, 2018 by JMN

mistery … (Eliot) “In the figure of the monster from outer space, the freakish, the ugly and the predatory all converge — and provide a fantasy target for righteous bellicosity to discharge itself, and for the aesthetic enjoyment of suffering … Continue reading →

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“Girl Distressed”

Posted on April 22, 2018 by JMN

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In trying to render emotion in faces, I find it interesting how similar smiling is to weeping. The difference seems to lie in the eyes more than in the mouth.

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“For me, poetry proliferates…”

Posted on April 22, 2018 by JMN

“For me, poetry proliferates and flourishes in the intellect’s blind spot. But you have to have the intellect first; you can’t skip that step. I find intelligence to be most interesting when it’s tested — not when it’s challenged, but … Continue reading →

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