For a long time I have wanted to create a space to put up poems that are significant to me, many of which have been written by unknown writers or which lie outside the canonized bodies of work of more famous writers. Many of the poems I am drawn to are wildly discursive, and that usually means long, but I have also been meaning to prod myself to develop a larger mental data base of poems, and shorter poems seem more ammenable to memorization by heart.

So this will be a sort of mish-mash: memory poems, forgotten poems, never even remembered poems, unanthologized poems

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Vogelsang

There's much to read in this world, and I've finally allowed myself to accept my tastes in poetry, which are somewhat old-fashioned and perhaps put too much emphasis on intelligibility--instead of making myself feel compelled to pursue the vogue. I've read somewhere that someone, perhaps Billy Collins, suggested that the word "accessible" be laid aside in favor of "hospitable"--now this would be an appalling switch. Though "accessible" has become tainted, the uncoolest adjective among the uncool,it usually connotes what Marianne Moore called "plain old English that dogs and cats could understand." Hospitable, on the other hand, carries the whiff of wanting to be liked, to make nice, to not ruffle any feathers. In my own work I do want to talk to the dogs and cats but I want them to be ruffled.

The book that's given me the most pleasure recently is Arthur Vogelsang's collected poems, Expedition. The language is plain, or plain-ish, and yet the poems are at the same time quite loopy and weird. Here is one:

Help

Lay down beside me I signaled to my wolf
Three pats of the sofa in the early morn
Then two pats of the heart to say why.
He did it silently, no reply when one does
What's to do. I must rest my hand on you
For a while for the usual reasons. This
Is easy to say between wolves or wolves and people
And difficult between people. For instance
A person might not want to absorb by touch another's pain
Then. The wolf loves to. The person might say
Oh all right, but clearly a burden to ease another's pain.
If you keep a wolf, there isn't much more they do
But they are specially good at it
Like the surf loves to be splashed with a whole bottle of poison water,
Try that and see if the waves don't turn over embracing without end,
Try that and see if you can find any poison after two seconds,
Or slowly slide your fingers through the first layer
Of your wolf's coat to the second layer and move fingers
Head to tail, tail to head, slower than slowly.
Anything could have happened to you yesterday
And you'd soon be okay. But first get a wolf.