Tim- I understand about not writing. I got my BFA in Music Composition. A few years back I decided to hang it up. The whole music scene was just poisonous and found it spiritually degrading to continue to involve myself. I do sing in the two-man choir at Liturgy up here at the monastery. Which is a great joy.
Tim- I understand about not writing. I got my BFA in Music Composition. A few years back I decided to hang it up. The whole music scene was just poisonous and found it spiritually degrading to continue to involve myself. I do sing in the two-man choir at Liturgy up here at the monastery. Which is a great joy.
I do know Hopkins. At the moment in my very early draft on getting the poetry right I am using a line of his as the title. That is always subject to change. But he seems to me to be the perfect poet for what am I groping toward--a sacrament poet and a nature poet. I read a lot of Rilke when I was younger, and his The Man Watching had the deepest resonance for me.
I know nothing at all of contemporary Chinese poetry but Bei Dao seems to be an interesting extension of classical poetry. I may get a copy of some his work at some point. Thank you for the recommendation.
In thinking about the poetry beneath the poetry--a poetics of stillness--it is that part of us which is actually in contact with reality. From the world around us to intuitions of the Divine. Our current machine poetics is divorced from reality, as you say, it is about, "about the young and their revolutions and pride and self". It is the deep poetics that drives it. A deep poetics that is very shallow, if I may phrase it so paradoxically. I wonder how this might be shifted.
I am also a long time reader of TS Eliot. I find the trajectory of his whole body of work--from the powerless despair of Prufrock to the mysticism of The Four Quartets--as very relevant to what I have been meditating on lately. There is a record there of at least one man's exit from the wasteland. What would be the version of it for our day?
Anyway, thank you for the discussion. I hope it is at least a little bit warmer up in Montana.
Tim- I understand about not writing. I got my BFA in Music Composition. A few years back I decided to hang it up. The whole music scene was just poisonous and found it spiritually degrading to continue to involve myself. I do sing in the two-man choir at Liturgy up here at the monastery. Which is a great joy.
I do know Hopkins. At the moment in my very early draft on getting the poetry right I am using a line of his as the title. That is always subject to change. But he seems to me to be the perfect poet for what am I groping toward--a sacrament poet and a nature poet. I read a lot of Rilke when I was younger, and his The Man Watching had the deepest resonance for me.
I know nothing at all of contemporary Chinese poetry but Bei Dao seems to be an interesting extension of classical poetry. I may get a copy of some his work at some point. Thank you for the recommendation.
In thinking about the poetry beneath the poetry--a poetics of stillness--it is that part of us which is actually in contact with reality. From the world around us to intuitions of the Divine. Our current machine poetics is divorced from reality, as you say, it is about, "about the young and their revolutions and pride and self". It is the deep poetics that drives it. A deep poetics that is very shallow, if I may phrase it so paradoxically. I wonder how this might be shifted.
I am also a long time reader of TS Eliot. I find the trajectory of his whole body of work--from the powerless despair of Prufrock to the mysticism of The Four Quartets--as very relevant to what I have been meditating on lately. There is a record there of at least one man's exit from the wasteland. What would be the version of it for our day?
Anyway, thank you for the discussion. I hope it is at least a little bit warmer up in Montana.
-Jack