August 15, 2008


"Go Long", She Said To The Poet

I often get cranky when it comes to poetry; while there are indeed poets who can take your breath away, I have always mostly come to the conclusion that the writing is far more inspirational to the writer.

Of course you're not supposed to admit that, any more than you're supposed to admit that art is in the eye of the beholder, that maybe ballet isn't your thing, or that opera hurts your ears. There have been moments I've alternately cried and been left cold by all of those disciplines.

But I came across this piece in the NYT that is just, perfect. The author, Dan Beachy-Quick is a poet, the note at the bottom tells me. But he did what I wish so many poets would do - he set the piece as a narrative, and in doing so, created the emotion that might have sadly eluded some had he only brushed the page with a few words.

He's writing about his young daughter, but as always when you write about your kids, you're ultimately writing about yourself.

Nice read.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Arlene said...

Relax. Let the sounds of the poetry wash over you. Poetry is what it is. Nothing else. It is what you feel it to be because poetry is primarily "the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotion" as Coleridge put it. Because the words are often arranged in an unusual syntax, people shy away from poetry, often intimidated by it. Don't. Just relax and simply enjoy!

August 15, 2008 10:40 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

...said Arlene, who hates short stories because they leave too much of the story untold....

August 15, 2008 11:03 AM  
Blogger DJ said...

I too rediscovered wonderment through the eyes of my children. Some of my favorite pictures are of them as toddlers and kidlets discovering things for the first time.
The best pictures I have include Thing 2 at the age of 3, feeding gulls by throwing bread in the air.
I'm looking forward (far, far forward) to rediscovering butterflies, stars and warm puppies via my grandchildren.

DJW

August 15, 2008 10:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

DJ...Ah grandchildren. I have two. It is the love of parenting all over again but with two things that are different. You are little more polished in your approach to kids and behaviour, not to say I did anything wrong, but experience from raising two comes is handy. Secondly, and you have heard it many times, they get to go home at the end of the day, which is a blessing. I am exhausted, but I loved every damned minute of it. DJ, it is what parenting is all about. The continuation of our guidance through life, an extension if you will. You'll love ever minute of it as you loved your own. Hey, we made it this far, haven't we? Pat yourself on the back for a job well done. It never hurt anyone. The second stage in life is the grandkids. You'll find out that yes, you are as old as you feel, but the pain is not there, overshadowed by the joy the kids bring. Have a ball. It was meant too be that way!!!

August 16, 2008 4:43 AM  

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