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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, October 15, 2017

“Howl” - A Poem by Alan Ginsberg (1956)







I first read “Howl” by Alan Ginsberg (1926 to 1997) in I guess 1967. About once every decade since then I would be drawn to reread the poem.  I wish I had a fifty year old book blog so I could see what I thought of it then.  Shortly after publication in 1956 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti of City Light Books in San Francisco it was declared obscene by US Customs officials and local police.  On October 3, 1957 it was declared by the courts not to be obscene.  The poem contains extensive graphic images of homoerotic activity, in 1957 this was illegal throughout the USA.  The poem celebrates the sex of the days before aids took the fun out of sexual cruising, blowing sailors is celebrated  as a near holy act.

The poem is an intense assault on the structures of society.  Partially I can see it as a descendent of two poems I recently posted upon “Darkness” by Lord Byron and “The Wasteland” by T. S. Eliot.  In “Howl” the darkness sets us of on a polymorphism of sex.  The wasteland where disposed aristocrats wax nostalgic over the glories of the best is replaced with a vision where the only glories are in glory holes.  In “Howl” there is no crying over the fate of society, only a fight against the slave masters.

I recommend strongly the YouTube video I link to above, read by a woman with a perfect voice for it, your experience will be enhanced by the images.

“Howl” after fifty years still has the power to shock, I see as something that would still offend many, and those offended need to be.

Wikipedia has a good back ground article on Ginsberg.

I love “Howl”.  It is for sure influenced heavily by Whitman, Ginsberg’s poetic icon.  



Please share your thoughts on “Howl” with us.

Mel u
















Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti (1862)




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Christina Rossetti (1830 to 1894, London) was born into a highly cultured 
family.  Her brother Dante, he painted numerous portraits of her, was one of the founders of the Pre-Raphalite movement.  She is considered now one of The premier late Victoria poets.  The Goblin Market (recitation time 26 minutes, I recommend the YouTube link in my post but I always suggest that you listen to more than one Reading) is her most famous poem.  Rossetti put this forth as a children’s poem but it is much more than that.  In my recent posts on poets, especially immortals, I’m largely just recording my impressions or reactions, there are serious lectures on YouTube and Home work Help seekers can just Go to Wikepedia.  

Goblin Markets, set in an imaginary fairy tale like World, centers on two quiet Young sisters living my themdelves.  One of the sisters buys, from Goblins, men with animal characteristics, fruit, paying with a lock of her golden hair. The fruit has a overpowring drug like impact on her, producing a state of euphoria.  The other sister advises her to stay away from The Goblin men or a disaster may result.  Of course it does not end here.  The narrative plot is very exciting.

It is easy to give a sexually charged Reading to The poem, I accept The Logic of this Reading. Sex is a trap that destroys Young women.  I was most struck by The beautiful use of rhyme, the images of the Goblin men, lushness  of language.  I listened to four readings, some have a scrolling text.  

Mel u






















Friday, October 13, 2017

“Darkness” by Lord George Gordon Byron (July, 1816)



“All earth was but one thought—and that was death 
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang 
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men 
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; 
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd”



Lord Byron (1788 to 1824) is often called the first “Rock Star” poet, renowned for his life Style, his flamboyant dress and his very public romances as much as for his poetry.  I was looking on YouTube for video productions of his work.  First I listened to a Reading of his most still read work, “She Walks in Beauty Like the Night”.  I like to listen to readings that include a scrolling text so I can read along, it also forces me to read more slowly.  I think one should listen to several video readings of a poem, if possible, so you encounter with the work is not too shaded by the interpretation given to the work by the reader.  After one of the readings of “She Walks in Beauty Like the Night” I was taken to a poem by Byron with which I was totally unfamiliar, “Darkness”.  Having a run time of about six minutes I decided to listen to it also.  I was completely shocked by the completely apocalyptic vision of a destroyed civilisation Byron presents.  In comparison, “The Wasteland” is a Disney Land video, “The Second Coming” full of optimism.  Death is everywhere in this vision of the end of the world.  A bit of post read research informed me that in much of 1816 the sky over Europe was darker by a terrible volcano eruption in Indonesia.  The darkness in Europe caused widespread panic as the cause was unknown at first.  Preachers screamed it was the end of the world.  Byron added to the panic with this poem.   That being said, I think one should forget that as you experience this amazing poem, look into your own darkness.  

If you are into video readings, I suggest you listen to at least four different readings, the poem brings out the drama in readers.







  

Saturday, October 7, 2017

“The Stolen Child” by William Butler Yeats (1889, in The Wanderings of Oisin and other Poems)






an Elegant reading, includes scrolling text




William Butler Yeats (1865 To 1939) was the first poet I read.  At age thirteen or so I was captivated by his “Sailing to Byzantium”, it took me to a world far from the mundanity of my childhood.  I have been reading in his poetry on and off for the decades that have passed.  I recently heard a YouTube lecture on Yeats in which he was described as the greatest poet of old age.  I see it now.  Yeats was highly influenced and deeply steeped in Irish history and folk beliefs.  He also as he aged became involved with what most would call occult theories.  Yeats created a mythology out of his life and from that created some of the most sublimely beautiful poetry ever written.  

“The Stolen Child”, reading time under three minutes, is one of his more popular works.  I love it.  In part this is a poem arisen from the famine days in which dead children were described as taken by Fairies.  Sheridan le Fanu has written about this.  Fairies are not pure beings, they are stealing children for their own world.  Images of water abound in the poem, the faery is presenting a powerful temptation to the child.

Is there a poet you return to over and over? 

Do you have a favourite poem by Yeats?

Mel u



Monday, October 2, 2017

“Porphyria’s Lover” by Robert Browning (1836, his first dramatic monologue)







Robert Browning is considered one of the greatest of Victorian poets.  For many  knowledge of him begins and ends with the story presented in the classic 1938 movie, 

The Barretts of Wimpole Street concerning his courtship and eventual marriage to Elizabeth Barrett, author of Love Sonnets of the Portuguese.  

“Porphyria’s Lover” is my first venture into vast oeuvre of Browning.  I was surprised by the violence in the poem and the deranged persona of the male narrator.  The poem begins with a traditional rhapsody to the beauty of the speaker’ love, Porphyria.  He speaks of his Love for her as futile and pointless, thwarted by unrevealed by the narrator causes.  Perhaps he hints that she may be forbidden to him do to her higher social rank.  I was totally startled when The narrator tells us that he has murdered Porphyria by strangling her with her long blond hair.  



With a reading or listening time under five minutes, this might be a good introduction to Browning.  

Please share your experiences with Browning or Elizabeth Barrett Browning.


Mel u




Monday, September 25, 2017

"The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" by Edward FitzGerald (1859)















I loved The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam when I first read it about fifty years ago, it very much struck accord with my late adolescent view of life.  I am very glad I decided to once again experience this wonderful poem.  Basing my background knowledge from the lecture linked to above, I learned Edward FitzGerald, whose command of Persian is considered by academics weak, said he did not claim to translate Khayyam but rendered the spirit of his poetry into some of the most beautiful verse in any language.  

Omar Khayyam was a man of great talent, a brilliant mathematician, a scholar of Persian philosophy and literature.  He is thought to have been of Zoroastrian heritage.  As a youth he was considered so intelligent that he was sent at age six to the court for his education to be supervised.  In time he was offered very high government positions but instead he accepted  an  orchard which would provide him with a large income and free him to study and write.  He was writing as Persia, now Iran, was going into a period of cultural and political decline.  His work seems to suggest one seize the day, enjoying the pleasures of the Flesh, especially  wine. He does not deny the afterlife, he just suggests there is scant evidence for many of the established religious dictums.  His tone is almost as if he is mocking the alleged learned of Persia.  Those convinced of any dogma would probably find his words offensive even today.  I venture no citizen of Iran would dare publish such thoughts now.  

FitzGerald created one of the great texts  of English Romanticism.  He was also a strong influence on American transcendentalism.  Edward Said has something to say about all this.  As to the original poem, there is no surviving copy, the oldest version found in Persian dates from years after Khayyam's death.  

Long ago I loved this poem, and now I love it once more.  Death, as it does in much Romantic era poetry, permeates this poem.  Probably when I read this the first time I was most struck by the attitude taken toward received wisdom, now I see the role of death much more.   Khayyam and FitzGerald are the enemies of the smug, those worshipping ignorance.  

Have you read the Rubaiyat?  Do you have a favorite quatrain?  

Mel u




Saturday, September 23, 2017

"Elegy Wriiten in a Country Churchyard" by Thomas Gray (1751)










I urge all to listen to The brilliant lecture
Of Professor Belinda Jack
It includes a beautiful reading of the poem



Thomas Gray (1716 to 1771) is considered, after Alexander Pope, the second most important English poet of the eighteenth century.  In his life time, he published only thirteen poems, about a thousand lines in all.  His "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" is an exquisite deeply moving account of thoughts generated by his visit to a humble country graveyard.  

As I learned from Professor Jack's lecture, it makes deep references to other English poems, thus mirroring the evocation of memory.  One of the main purposes of my blog is to act as my reading journal, I don't feel inclined right now to make many comments on this work.  I first read it around fifty years ago, long before I contemplated my own mortality.  This time I listened to three readings of the poem, all on YouTube, and read it after each reading.  (The estimated Reading time is under ten minutes).  As you read it, I think you will see numerous phrases that have passed into the vocabulary, echoed by those who have never heard of Thomas Gray.

"Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" must surely be one of the most beautiful poems in the English language.  It epitomizes the English Romantic era attitude toward history, death, nature, and remembrance.  All literary autodidacts should have this on their life time list.  

I hope to return to this poem next month when I reflect on the attitude toward death and memory shown in a recent story by one of Ireland's greatest contemporary writers, Desmond Hogan.  I see a marked transition between Gray to the world of "The Wasteland" on to Hogan.  

I am requesting suggestions as to American authored poems, with a reading time under thirty minutes, upon which I might post.  Thanks 

Mel u








Thursday, September 21, 2017

"Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats (1819) - with a link to a podcast and a recommended lecture




A very good lecture by Professor Belinda Jack




A very beautiful reading by Mark Bradshaw



"Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known, 
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
 Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; 
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, 
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; 
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, 
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, 
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow."  



John Keats (October 31, 1795 to February 23, 1821) was a leading figure in English romanticism along with Coleridge, Wordsworth, Shelley and Byron.  His "Ode to a Nightingale" is considered one of the most exquisitely beautiful poems in the English language.   I am not foolish enough to make many comments upon this work of high art.  I read it five times, reading time just a few minutes, listened to three podcasts, the one I link to above is the best, and I also profited from a very erudite lecture by Professor Belinda Jack (also linked above).  I was moved by the sense of despair conveyed, the longing to be a Nightingale, above the pain of humanity.  I was very struck by the attitude toward death shown, for me this is the full flowering of romanticism.  I will return to this in future posts.  I hope to soon post on two other classic romantic poems, "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" and "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard". Both focus very much on death.  

I will be returning to Keats, reading his remaining odes then longer works.

I read this work in an E-Book published by Bybliotech, The Complete John Keats.  It is beautifully formatted and a bargain at $0.99. I prefer it to,other such works by different publishers You can, of course, find his works online.  YouTube has a number of lectures on literary matters by Professor Belinda Jack and I plan to listen to all of them. 

Mel u










Saturday, June 24, 2017

Poetry Will Save Your Life - A Memoir by Jill Bialosky (July, 2017)




"Enduring a childhood of loneliness and dislocation, he retreated into the “wonderful world of books.”  Jill Bialosky on Langston Hughes


"I’m grateful for my books, my deep infatuation with literature, and my poems, however nascent. I’ve come to see that the only thing now worth holding on to is the collection of verse accumulating on my desk and in my drawer. They don’t often amount to much, but when they do I sense it something alive and crackling, like the sound of stepping on twigs in the woods. In the absence of love, I cling to my work. Literature is the only thing that I can count on; it won’t desert me." - Jill Bialosky

Poetry Will Save Your Life by Jill Bialosky is a deeply felt memoir  told through the poems that helped the author cope with and understand the seminal events and rites of passage of her life, from adolescence to motherhood and beyond.  She talks very openly about events that caused her great pain and shows how poetry literarily saved her life.

When I first began The Reading Life nearly eight years ago I planned to focus on literary works focusing on people who lead Reading centered lives.  I have gotten happily very side tracked but I always like to return to this theme.  I wonder what forces, influences, factors lead a person to prefer reading above all activities.  I have seen in the posts of lots of book bloggers (the world's greatest

readers) references to lonely isolated childhoods in which they retreated from an environment they did not like, from feeling odd and out of place, to books.   Many of these children grew away from reading as they worked, had families, etc but some of us did not.  We resented our jobs as wasting our Reading time and some of us did become near Life time isolates, wanting to be left alone to read.

Jill Bialosky talks about being lonely and feeling out of place as a child.  She found a salvation in poetry.  There are forty three poems featured, most published in full.  Bialosky talks about events in her life and how they helped her relate to the poem and conversely how the poems helped her cope with the suicide of a beloved sister, marriage, becoming a mother, the death of her father, and the attack on the World trade centered.  Among the more famous poets featured are Robert Frost (I found her comments on his perhaps most famous work, "The Road Not Taken" helped me overcome the view I formed of Frost decades ago), Emily Dickinson, Wallace Stevens and Sylvia Plath.  She also talks about English language poets I have not read and  works in translation by writers who I think will be new to most readers of her book.

Poetry Will Save Your Life can be read slowly savoring the poems and relating your own life experiences to those of Bialosky or devoured in a very pleasant evening.  Either way I think you will enjoy this book.





Jill Bialosky is the author of four acclaimed collections of poetry. Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The New York Times, The Kenyon Review, and The Atlantic, among others. She is the author of three novels, most recently, The Prize, and a New York Times bestselling memoir History of a Suicide: My Sister’s Unfinished Life. Jill was honored by the Poetry Society of America for her distinguished contribution to the field of poetry in 2015. She is an editor at W. W. Norton & Company and lives in New York City.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Poetry Will Save Your Life - A Memoir by Jill Bialosky (2017)








"Enduring a childhood of loneliness and dislocation, he retreated into the “wonderful world of books.”  Jill Bialosky on Langston Hughes


"I’m grateful for my books, my deep infatuation with literature, and my poems, however nascent. I’ve come to see that the only thing now worth holding on to is the collection of verse accumulating on my desk and in my drawer. They don’t often amount to much, but when they do I sense it something alive and crackling, like the sound of stepping on twigs in the woods. In the absence of love, I cling to my work. Literature is the only thing that I can count on; it won’t desert me." - Jill Bialosky

Poetry Will Save Your Life by Jill Bialosky is a deeply felt memoir  told through the poems that helped the author cope with and understand the seminal events and rites of passage of her life, from adolescence to motherhood and beyond.  She talks very openly about events that caused her great pain and shows how poetry literarily saved her life.

When I first began The Reading Life nearly eight years ago I planned to focus on literary works focusing on people who lead Reading centered lives.  I have gotten happily very side tracked but I always like to return to this theme.  I wonder what forces, influences, factors lead a person to prefer reading above all activities.  I have seen in the posts of lots of book bloggers (the world's greatest readers) references to lonely isolated childhoods in which they retreated from an environment they did not like, from feeling odd and out of place, to books.   Many of these children grew away from reading as they worked, had families, etc but some of us did not.  We resented our jobs as wasting our Reading time and some of us did become near Life time isolates, wanting to be left alone to read.

Jill Bialosky talks about being lonely and feeling out of place as a child.  She found a salvation in poetry.  There are forty three poems featured, most published in full.  Bialosky talks about events in her life and how they helped her relate to the poem and conversely how the poems helped her cope with the suicide of a beloved sister, marriage, becoming a mother, the death of her father, and the attack on the World trade centered.  Among the more famous poets featured are Robert Frost (I found her comments on his perhaps most famous work, "The Road Not Taken" helped me overcome the view I formed of Frost decades ago), Emily Dickinson, Wallace Stevens and Sylvia Plath.  She also talks about English language poets I have not read and  works in translation by writers who I think will be new to most readers of her book.

Poetry Will Save Your Life can be read slowly savoring the poems and relating your own life experiences to those of Bialosky or devoured in a very pleasant evening.  Either way I think you will enjoy this book.



Jill Bialosky is the author of four acclaimed collections of poetry. Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The New York Times, The Kenyon Review, and The Atlantic, among others. She is the author of three novels, most recently, The Prize, and a New York Times bestselling memoir History of a Suicide: My Sister’s Unfinished Life. Jill was honored by the Poetry Society of America for her distinguished contribution to the field of poetry in 2015. She is an editor at W. W. Norton & Company and lives in New York City.




"Enduring a childhood of loneliness and dislocation, he retreated into the “wonderful world of books.”  Jill Bialosky on Langston Hughes


"I’m grateful for my books, my deep infatuation with literature, and my poems, however nascent. I’ve come to see that the only thing now worth holding on to is the collection of verse accumulating on my desk and in my drawer. They don’t often amount to much, but when they do I sense it something alive and crackling, like the sound of stepping on twigs in the woods. In the absence of love, I cling to my work. Literature is the only thing that I can count on; it won’t desert me." - Jill Bialosky

Friday, October 7, 2016

How to Read a Poem and Learn to Love Poetry by Edward Hirsch (1999)



"Imagine you have gone down to the shore and there, amidst the other debris—the seaweed and rotten wood, the crushed cans and dead fish— you find an unlikely looking bottle from the past. You bring it home and discover a message inside. This letter, so strange and disturbing, seems to have been making its way toward someone for a long time, and now that someone turns out to be you. The great Russian poet Osip Mandelstam, destroyed in a Stalinist camp, identified this experience. “Why shouldn’t the poet turn to his friends, to those who are naturally close to him?” he asked in “On the Addressee.” But of course those friends aren’t necessarily the people around him in daily life. They may be the friends he only hopes exist, or will exist, the ones his words are seeking. Mandelstam wrote:

 

At a critical moment, a seafarer tosses a sealed bottle into the ocean waves, containing his name and a message detailing his fate. Wandering along the dunes many years later, I happen upon it in the sand. I read the message, note the date, the last will and testament of one who has passed on. I have the right to do so. I have not opened someone else’s mail. The message in the bottle was addressed to its finder. I found it. That means, I have become its secret addressee.

 

Thus it is for all of us who read poems, who become the secret addressees of literary texts. I am at home in the middle of the night and suddenly hear myself being called, as if by name. I go over and take down the book—the message in the bottle—because tonight I am its recipient, its posterity, its heartland."  Edward Hirsch



Many years ago I took a class in Victorian poetry.  The class was mostly on technical analyses of the poems.   It took me about twenty years to get over the negative impact of these "lessons".  I do not want to read something just to deconstruct it In a way no one but a small priesthood and their closest acolytes will find of interest.  Eventually I began to read poetry once more.  I read all of Whitman and Yeats, most of Hart Crane, much of Blake, a lot of Ezra Pound, "The Waste Land" and I read over and over the major poems of Samuel Johnson and the  romantic poets. Of course I read the Greeks, as well as Shakespeare. Up until about four years ago I read little works by contemporary poets, thinking why read the work of someone I never heard about when I could spend my reading time on the recognized giants of the culture. Before there was the internet you could not just download and read for free huge amounts of poetry.  You needed actual books!  Then slowly mostly through blog contacts I became aware of contemporary poets I wanted to read. Some I have been lucky enough to interview for my blog or meet in person.  I saw poems as the most intense form of literary communication, going back to prehistory.  I understood in part through the one hundred Q and A Sessions I have done with writers at least in part poets, that their souls were in these works.   Some of the poets were very academically  educated, deeply erudite from decades of reading, some were fresh out of school or pretty much with little formal literary training.  I understood my role in this was to be their reader.  I know this sounds arrogant but so be it.  

One lucky day about two months ago Amazon suggested I might enjoy a book about poetry, How to Read a Poem and Learn to Love Poetry by Edward Hirsch.  It sounded intriguing and I acquired it.
Soon I realized this might be the best book I have ever encountered on how to read not just poetry but all literature.  Hirsch helped me bring to consciousness the forces that made me love reading ever since I first mastered it. Hirsch totally loves poetry and he made me understand why. His level of erudition and knowledge is immense.  Through him I now have so many new to me writers I feel I must read.  Already he moved me to read the complete poetry of Wilfred Owen. Achilles weeps.  I will return to Whitman and Yeats with more passion and understanding thanks to Hirsch's teachings.  


The heart of Hirsch is in the long quote with which I began this post.  One every page there are beautiful elegant phrases which come from the depths.  

Hirsch talks about and very generously quotes from many non-English language poems, in translation. There is a brilliant chapter on African American poetry of the 1930s.  He traces the rhythm of these poems to work songs and that of older Irish poetry to the beat of the oar.  I understood and loved learning this.  To me Hirsch showed the foolishness in the pedagoges claim that "poetry is what is lost in translation".  This cliche is just an excuse for a narrow range of reading by those who teach poetry just for money.  

Hirsch includes an extensive reading list and a glossary.  I have begun to read his much longer book, The Poet's Glossery.  i have so far read How to Read a Poem and Learn to Love Poetry twice.  For sure I will be reading in it from now on.

There is a detailed biography of Hirsch here   


I very recently did a post upon a wonderful collection of poetry  by Noel Duffy in which I tried to make use of some of Hirsch's ideas.


 How to Read a Poem and Learn to Love Poetry gets highest recommendation.  It delivers on the promises it makes. There is just a huge amount to be learned from this marvelous book.


Mel u

Friday, September 30, 2016

On Light and Carbon by Noel Duffy. (2013, 42 poems)







"A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the—not always greatly hopeful—belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense, too, are under way: they are making toward something."  Paul Celan

"At a critical moment, a seafarer tosses a sealed bottle into the ocean waves, containing his name and a message detailing his fate. Wandering along the dunes many years later, I happen upon it in the sand. I read the message, note the date, the last will and testament of one who has passed on. I have the right to do so. I have not opened someone else’s mail. The message in the bottle was addressed to its finder. I found it. That means, I have become its secret addressee. Thus it is for all of us who read poems, who become the secret addressees of literary texts. I am at home in the middle of the night and suddenly hear myself being called, as if by name. I go over and take down the book—the message in the bottle—because tonight I am its recipient, its posterity, its heartland. To the Reader Setting Out The reader of poetry is a kind of pilgrim setting out, setting forth. The reader is what Wallace Stevens calls “the scholar of one candle.” Reading poetry is an adventure in renewal, a creative act, a perpetual beginning, a rebirth of wonder. “Beginning is not only a kind of action,” Edward Said writes in Beginnings, “it is also a frame of mind, a kind of work,  an attitude, a consciousness.” I love the frame of mind, the playful work and working playfulness, the form of consciousness—the dreamy attentiveness—that come with the reading of poetry." From How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry by Edward Hirsch


Posting on a collection of poems is the most challenging blogging task I assume.  I recently read a magnificent book How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry by Edward Hirsch.  I wanted very much to read a collection of poetry in a fashion inspired by this book.  On Light and Carbon by Noel Duffy provided me the perfect vehicle for my efforts.  Wearing a deep knowledge very subtly Duffy has produced a collection of poems that can be read over and over with increasing pleasure.  I am not technically educated in the mechanics of poetry.  I do not feel this as a lack but others might see it as such.  My approach here will be to post on what strikes me as I read.  I will as I go on try to find what one might call the overriding themes of the poems but above all I will try to enjoy them and read them with the respect they deserve.  One lesson I learned from Edward Hirsch was to see a poem as a message in a bottle, sent out by an unknown writer to an unknown reader but not truly complete until the bottle is found by the right person. In reading poetry I attempt to be the unknown reader to whom the message in the bottle was sent.  This does mean I will try to reconstruct the world of the unknown bottle messenger, not to guess the real writer's intentions. 


Footprints on Lava






The opening poem, "Footprints on Lava" starts us with a mystery.  Are these walkers from forty thousand years ago our messenger is it they who are to receive the message of the progression of civilization.  Are we to see within this our buried deeply in the sea from which the message came ancestors.  On our first reading of the collection we can only ponder this beautiful starting poem.

Earthrise

The second poem in the collection, "Earthrise" is as far in time from the first.  It is told in the person of an astronaut who was it seems the first to orbit the earth in a space capsule.  The profundity of this poem lies in the speaker's ability to produce thoughts that could have been understood thousands of years ago



As I read this I knew few of the technicians who made this flight possible would understand the source and meaning of the reference to the music of the spheres.  I almost felt our walkers across the lava were just as much exploring an unknown world.  Maybe we have lost our ability to hear the music of the spheres.   I think Duffy is trying to help us retrain our senses to allow us to hear what Plato wrote about.  There is a greater music in the silence than in Bach or Mozart.  We need the silence of deep space or the lava walker's world to hear it. 

On Light and Carbon

The title poem can be seen as in the voice of the poet.  We learn from Hirsch the concept of the poet involves our construction of the unknown author of the message in the bottle.  In it we meet a young man open to the marvels of the world, pondering where a tree originates and pondering the tension between a priest's account of the origin of the world and a scientist.  Already he knows it is not logic that decides what we believe.  

Our poet went to Trinity College in Dublin.  The next two poems are reflective of this experience. 

Celestial Mechanics.

This is a poem so beautiful I wish I could just quote all three pages.  It is very deeply moving.  A professor is teaching a class in celestial mechanics to a class room full of mostly first year engineering students.  He is old enough to have fought the Germans.  To most of the young students he is a subject to be mocked.  The poet and a few others walk back to the office with him, ashamed of their fellow students.  I see the professor as attempting to show his young charges how to hear in the celestial mechanics the music of the spheres.  His forgiveness of his mockers makes one think of f his great depth compassion.  He has a wisdom born of pain. 



Trinity College has a special meaning for the Irish, for some it is the school of Samuel Beckett, for others it is where their family has gone for generations, for some it is an entry to a privileged world which  will open up new worlds to them. In "Trinity Ball" our poet discovers passion with a female student of the privileged classes.  

Cadmus

Cadmus was the first king of Thrales, slaying beasts in the days before Hercules, most notably giant snakes as depicted on this ancient vase.  In reading a poetry collection we can be illuminated by recurring images, the deeper buried, the more significant.  In a poet which occurs prior to "Cadmus", "Carbon, there is a reference to the professor who first provided as an explanatory the notion that the carbon atom, the foundation for life, could be seen as a great snake.  Snake metaphors as figures of creation predate Christisnity, especially in India and South East Asis.  

"Cadmus" is another set on Trinity poem.  Cadmus is what the students call an eccentric older professor of the classics.



Like others in the poems, Cadmus has entered another world, understanding too much has deprived 

him of his ability to seem sane.  Cadmus made me think of the writings of W. G. Sebald on Holocaust survivors.

For a bit I just want to take a quick look at some things that struck me in the next the next few poems.

In a poem of memoir about an old love, "Keepsake", there is a reference to the sea I found very illuminating.

"‘Do you remember the sea, the waves lapping at our feet".  The poet has made sure we know these are Irish poems.  The sea has a deep meaning for Ireland.  It protects the country and also was a highway for old invaders.  Look far enough and maybe you will see the Vikings or the hated Cromwell, maybe even the coming of the Travellers.  

The invention of the mass produced clock might have destroyed some of the mystery of life.  It also made a work day in which people were slaves to the clock on the factory floor a reality.  We see this in "On Time".  One of the message of these poems is the lose of mystery, or the ways in which what seems to be scientific knowledge is just old metaphors from our atavistic roots.

"Photograph" seemingly steps back being about the wedding of the poets parents.  But in reality it invokes childhood myths or thoughts about things the most sophisticated among us cannot really fathom, the time before we were born.  

Corridor of Stone

"Corridor of Stone" is a poem I found beautiful and deeply moving, able to touch deep levels within this reader.   Here are the opening lines



We see glimpses of the poet's relationship with his father, a maker and repairer of fine watches and clocks.  I think the occupation of the father is significant as it somehow combines the elements of an artist, a craftsmen in the figure of a person to be often seen just as a laborer by those of limited understanding, just as the makers of Romanov eggs, often bound serfs, were once viewed.  I recall in previous poems of Duffy a sense of how the education his father had sacrificed to give him had somehow created a distance between he and his father.  Both are saddened by this but neither spoke of it directly.  


In "Corridor of Stone" PJ and the father, they met during a labor strike, bond from an interest in Irish antiquities, especially the runes on stone monoliths.  One can see this as aligned with trying to decipher another message, to communicate with the descendants of those who left their footprints in the love.  The rune writers I see as ancient ancestors of the Poet's father. 

Leather Shoe

In this wonderful poem a story is told of the poet's father and his friend PJ doing evacuation work on a place that is discovered to be an ancient Viking seltlement.  During lunch breaks they shift through the tons of earth looking for Viking artifacts.  The father brings home the shoe of a child.  As I said earlier, the mind of the poet goes back in a time before there is real history. 


Longships, spaceships, the opening of physics,love and classics at Trinity, walkers in the lava, Cadmus slashing the great snake of carbon.

Encounter

"Encounters" is one of several poems in the collection that draw on ancient history.  The roots of our poet are in the chambers of the priests of religions really now barely known, the so called "mystery cults".  

"‘What is surmised but not expressed is more frightening. What is clear and manifest is easily despised... The mysteries too take the form of allegory, just as they are performed at night in darkness.’ –  Demetrius, 6th Century BCE". 

We are there when he enters a shaman's chamber.  Was he truly on a path to a not taught at Trinity truth or was he just another seeker after an easy way, bambozzled by a perhaps self deluded holy person.  

Twenty five hundred years of "science" is either ignored or transcended in this magnificent poem.

Faith Healer

The next poem in the collection, "Faith Healer" flashed me to my recent reading of a very detailed biography of Madame Blatsky, the famous occultist.  In this poem in part we are along when the poet's father takes him to visit a faith healer. Occultism and spiritualism were revived in Europe in response to the early death of millions after the World Wars.  Years later he travels by train back to the faith healer.  His soul is troubled.  Our poet hopes the faith healer can lead to him peace but he feels contempt for him.

Bezalel

A very moving poem about the years the Jews wandered in exhile . Of course this is much founding myth as possible history.

The Actor

"The Actor" is a chilling work about the fears of the creative.  The poet sees a Shakespearan actor in a rooming house,talking on the phone ranting at his mother and begging for money.  The poet retreats to his room and  begins to write, hoping his words will protect him from such a fate.  This poem is a memory of maybe twenty years ago in the life of the poet.

Night watch

"Night Watch", proceeded by a very poignant poems about recollections of old relationships, focuses on a man who stood in his back yard staring at the night sky for thirty years. He was looking for "unfixed stars".  He in the end found more than anyone else.  We are made to ponder what drove him to this, what was he seeking? Did he long for a ride on a unfixed star?  I was brought to mind Rembrandt's most regarded painting by this poem.

Culture

""Culture" well might be my favorite poem in the collection.  There are deep veins in On Carbon and Light about how knowledge is built, how communities arise, how mysteries impact. We see these beautifully in "Culture"


The Insturment of Speech


"The Insturment of Speech" exemplifies the compressing power of the best poetry.  It for sure challenged my ability to understand the references.  I will go through it a stanza at a time.

"The cave of meanings, its weathered horde, its haunted echoes and brimming core. The soil, the clay, the basin, the ground of being, the foundation-works and river of need."  

My first guess is this is drawn from the Viking roots of Irish mythology.  For me from my own culture it echoes the cave of Plato.  It echoes pre-Christians metaphysics. The ancient meanings echo in our collective unconsciousness.  Jung was not fully correct but he was far from fully wrong.  

"The serpent’s kiss, the coupling chromosomes, the foetal appetites and clinging forms. Land hunger, mound, earth-dwelling, home, the blood in the veins and first sound."


The open words echo back to the garden of eve and in the collection to the poems about the carbon atom. Life comes from the bonding of the carbon atom.  We then go back to the impact of the first invasion of the Vikings. From this we return to the origin of sounds.

"the body of the world and all we’ve known. The dust of longing and force of change, the hands, the skin, the heart and brain. The Presence, the prayer, the pit of desire; heart’s return and unquenchable fires. Yggdrasil, well-spring, starlight and stones. The long journey out and our stolen songs."

In the last two stanzas we have lines of great beauty.  If asked to say what is the message here.  My first response is I do not know.  Then I begin to see a view of the world and the human connected.  Yggdrasil is from Norse creation stories.  Whose songs were stolen?  Is it the pre- Norse Irish?  The people who first saw the Travellers?  There is great depth here.  


Seeing


"Seeing" is about the poet's visit to the observatory of the great Irish scientist,astronomer, versifier in his on right and friend of Wordsworth.  I sort of see this as about the last days science and poetry could be held in one voice.  We also see the poet once again remembering the past while he increase his own depth of culture 

The Pattern

My maternal grandmother made her living with a sewing needle.  She did embroidery work that could be in the Victoris and Albert Museum.  I grew up with dress patterns a common place in the household.  As this poem opens the poet remembers his mother and a neighbor finishing up a dress, made with patterns.  As he works on another kind of machine he hopes somehow the patterns in words he makes will bond him with his mother.  A very moving poem.

Fish Ascending

"Fish Ascending" is the coda of On Carbon and Light.  In the final lines may be the message in the bottle from our poet.

Long ago the poet was given a fossilized fish, much like the secret symbol Christians once used as a secret symbol of their faith.  I saw it long ago in the Catacombs.  In the very last lines we can see much of the poems.  Two worlds, science and art, Trinity and the world of his upbringing, Ancient history and modern life.  Love and the moenory of love. 

"it had risen again in light instead of water, an icon of two world systems reconciled and comprehended in a time when both are at odds, each biting and tearing at the other."

I have read all the poems five times, some ten.  I know some poems were not probably originally written with the thought of being unified with others.  To me I found these poems together.  These are my poems now.

I give my highest endorsement to On Carbon and Light.  These are works that can stand up to many readings. 

From the Publisher- Ward Wood Publishing

Following on from his award-nominated debut collection, On Light & Carbonfurther develops and deepens Duffy’s exploration of the relationship between poetry and science with work that strives to make unexpected connections between the intimate human dramas of everyday life and the grand backdrop and insights that science provides. Yet the title of this collection holds a double-resonance, examining not just the physics of light and life, but also the metaphysical meanings that such ideas hold in poems that engage, excite as well as move.

About the Author



Noel Duffy was born in Dublin in 1971 and studied Experimental Physics at Trinity College, Dublin. He was the winner of the START Chapbook Prize for Poetry for his collection, The Silence Afterin 2003 and his debut poetry collection In the Library of Lost Objects (Ward Wood) was shortlisted for the 2012 Strong Award for best first collection by an Irish poet. He has also been a recipient of an Arts Council of Ireland Bursary for Literature in 2003 and 2012 and has taught creative writing at the National University of Ireland, Galway, the Irish Writers’ Centre, and Dublin Business School, Film and Media Department.


"The reader completes the poem, in the process bringing to it his or her own past experiences. You are reading poetry—I mean really reading it—when you feel encountered and changed by a poem, when you feel its seismic vibrations, the sounding of your depths."  Edward Hirsch 

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