Sir Geoffrey Hill ~RIP

“Not as we are but as we must appear,
contractual ghosts of pity; not as we
desire life, but as they would have us live,
set apart in timeless colloquy.
So it is required; so we bear witness,
despite ourselves, to what is beyond us,
each distant sphere of harmony forever
poised, unanswerable. It is without
consequence when we vaunt and suffer,
or if it is not, all echoes are the same
in such eternity. Then tell me, love,
how that should comfort us-or anyone
dragged half-unnerved out of this worldly place
crying to the end ”I have not finished.”

From ‘Funeral Music”
~ Geoffrey Hill, Collected Poems

Poetry Is …

Photo By Kristen Day
Photo By Kristen Day

 

Poetry is not something scattered like the wind, but an individual journey for the writer. A path, and not a competition. What is written is the truth of the poets life. Which is like a religion, sacred to that person.

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Poetry, Reality TV And Rebellion

Ezra Pound was one of the most original and influential poets of the 20th century. Not only did he point out new directions for poetry with his own trailblazing verse, he helped promote important modernist writers such as T S Eliot and James Joyce. Now for the bad news. By the time the second world war broke out, Pound had become a fascist sympathiser as well as an anti-semite, or someone who hated jews. He made broadcasts on Italian radio promoting fascism. Pound was arrested in 1945 for treason against his country, America. He spent over a decade in a mental hospital, discredited, yet a source of inspiration for poets everywhere, many who travelled to his hospital to speak with him  …

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LAST  RITES

 

NOTE:

 

Preferred Flowers for funeral… Or one flower only please;

Kennedia … Angelica…Lilac or Iris

And upon said date of expiration,

Please inscribe names of said flowers upon heart, mind & soul

“Here”

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Lost poets, minor poets, local poets, major poets

DEAD poets living poets no longer in print, paper, journals but on inter-net

Ether-net under new title “another dead white guy” who wrote

“Poems”

Who isn’t so dead anymore… but still wearing black,

Who perhaps just pulled a disappearing act

Or a mystery which you cannot “unravel”

So look for these clues;

Search under true lives, true words & true lines,

Where there are no excuses, false critics or liars

Look for open minds & what matters most.

Burn past, burn history burn intensely into

New realm of being… dream.

Search for her & that’s where you will find

“Me”

 

EGO voveo delecto vos insquequo

terminus of meus dies.

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

“It has been your habit for long to do away with good writers,
You either drive them mad, or else blink at their suicides,
Or else you condone their drugs, and talk of insanity and
genius,

But I will not go mad to please you.”

~ Ezra Pound

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Early 21st Century Poetics

 
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“For me the poem and the poetry open mic isn’t about competition and it never will be. Honestly? It’s wrong. The open mic is about 1 poet, one fellow human being up on a stage or behind a podium sharing their work regardless of what form or style they bring to it. In other words? The guy with the low slam score is more than likely a far better poet-writer than the guy who actually won. But who are you? I ? Or really anyone else to judge them? The Poetry Slam has become an overgrown, over used monopoly on American literature and poetry and is now over utilized by the academic & public school establishments. And over the years has sadly become the “McDonalds Of Poetry”. We can only hope that the same old stale atmosphere of it all eventually becomes or evolves into something new that translates to and from the written page and that gives new poets with different styles & authentic voices a chance to share their work too.” 
 
 

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“[But the man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out.] He will be wiser but less cocksure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable Mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.”

~ Aldous Huxley, from The Doors of Perception