Category Archives: Poetry

Mark Signorelli: The Poet as Namer

I think it is from this author. Anyway, this is a great essay on the power and duty of the Poet:

What I am suggesting now is that it is the poet who most effectively names things in this way, who most powerfully arrests our attention from the seemingly chaotic tenor of experience and begins to display to us the determinate nature of the reality encompassing us. This is one of the key respects in which poetic language differs from non-poetic language. We customarily think of the language of poetry as being unique on account of its expressiveness, its sweetness, or even its loftiness of tone and diction.

via The Poet as Namer.

Go and doth readeth ye ole essay.

By the way, get a few of Mark Signorelli‘s books!

I’m pretty interested in the power of the Poet – the poet who changes history, writes it, tackles it. So, I am working on an epic poem, in the style of Lucan, Milton, and the like of a mythologized American history. Oh yes… there are gods and dragons and the what-not.

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No, Virgil….

W.H. Auden on Virgil’s political tone?

No, Virgil, no
Not even the first of the Romans can learn
His Roman history in the future tense
Not even to serve your political turn
Hindsight as foresight makes no sense.
(“Secondary Epic”)

The Dialogic Red, Red Rose

Poetry is not monologic, but rather, dialogic, even poetry as rustic as this:

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Do you see the natural conservation going on in the poem?

Marcus Argentarius’ Love is Not

Love is not just a function of the eyes.
Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire
Possessive urges – you need not despise
your taste. But when insatiable desire
Inflames you for a girl who’s out of fashion,
Lacking in glamour – plain, in fact – that fire
is genuine; that’s the authentic passion.
Beauty,though, any critic can admire.

Argentarius’ Once More

Golden-horned moon and fire-bright stars whom Ocean
receives in her bosom, do you see these things,
how myrrhbreathing Ariste has gone away and left me alone, and now
for a sixth day I cannot find the witch? But still I will seek
her out: look, I will send the silver sleuth-hounds of  Aphrodite after her.