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]]> By: Don Share http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14864 Don Share Mon, 29 Jun 2009 13:56:32 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14864 No need to be puzzled. I simply imagined discussion of Wieners might deserve a thread of its own. Nothing wrong with this one. No need to be puzzled. I simply imagined discussion of Wieners might deserve a thread of its own. Nothing wrong with this one.
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]]> By: thomas brady http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14853 thomas brady Mon, 29 Jun 2009 11:24:01 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14853 re: Wieners. He wasn't nice to my friend, Antonio G. (1925-1989) Harvard '50. I knew Tony, a gay man, at the end of his life, when he was retired. Antonio was a poor Italian kid from the slums of Boston who turned himself into a 'renaissance man,' fluent in French, German, Italian, sang opera, saw combat at D-day, wrote an exquisite lyric of a dead soldier he came upon on the beach (unpublished), had a Fullbright to Italy, taught poor kids in Roxbury, was a school teacher for a living; he knew John Giardi and when John said he was going to translate Dante, Tony said, "But John, you don't know Italian," and I'm sure Tony rubbed people the wrong way sometimes; Tony had what I can only call a blunt, sincere, peasant sensibility, but very noble and charming in sort of an old-fashioned way, which didn't quite fit into the suave Harvard blueblood set--they looked down on him; he didn't get along with O'Hara's circle at Harvard; O'Hara, for instance, cruised the men's room at Widener Library at Harvard and Tony would never do that; Tony's sense of literature was more severe and scholarly and not as flip and contemporary and amusing as the O'Hara set; the New York School simply didn't make an impression on Tony. But, as he always put it, "I was willing to live in their world, but they weren't willing to live in mine." He repeated, quite often, in his old age, something Wieners told him when he was younger: "Renaissance Man, go home!" So I'll admit I'm not really in a place to ooh and aah at every one of Wieners' so-called dactylics...I am prejudiced... re: Wieners. He wasn’t nice to my friend, Antonio G. (1925-1989) Harvard ’50. I knew Tony, a gay man, at the end of his life, when he was retired. Antonio was a poor Italian kid from the slums of Boston who turned himself into a ‘renaissance man,’ fluent in French, German, Italian, sang opera, saw combat at D-day, wrote an exquisite lyric of a dead soldier he came upon on the beach (unpublished), had a Fullbright to Italy, taught poor kids in Roxbury, was a school teacher for a living; he knew John Giardi and when John said he was going to translate Dante, Tony said, “But John, you don’t know Italian,” and I’m sure Tony rubbed people the wrong way sometimes; Tony had what I can only call a blunt, sincere, peasant sensibility, but very noble and charming in sort of an old-fashioned way, which didn’t quite fit into the suave Harvard blueblood set–they looked down on him; he didn’t get along with O’Hara’s circle at Harvard; O’Hara, for instance, cruised the men’s room at Widener Library at Harvard and Tony would never do that; Tony’s sense of literature was more severe and scholarly and not as flip and contemporary and amusing as the O’Hara set; the New York School simply didn’t make an impression on Tony. But, as he always put it, “I was willing to live in their world, but they weren’t willing to live in mine.” He repeated, quite often, in his old age, something Wieners told him when he was younger: “Renaissance Man, go home!” So I’ll admit I’m not really in a place to ooh and aah at every one of Wieners’ so-called dactylics…I am prejudiced…
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14807 Eileen Myles Mon, 29 Jun 2009 03:01:31 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14807 I'm still puzzled, Don, by why suggest a new thread. Was there something wrong with this one? I’m still puzzled, Don, by why suggest a new thread. Was there something wrong with this one?
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]]> By: Christopher Woodman http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14805 Christopher Woodman Mon, 29 Jun 2009 02:57:10 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14805 What I have reservations about is using "great" in any other way, John. I worry about checking it out simply because it reminds you of something else, like influences or allusions, or that it establishes a pedigree, or props up your arguments for a new school, style or movement, particularly when those arguments are based on how much you've read and how you get around. Not "this has been important to me, check it out," but "this has been so important to me I wanted you to read it too." Don't just talk about it, in other words. Don't just footnote it or file it. Also poetry is not created great, it grows great. There are many silly little poems that mean a lot to me because I have lived with them for so long. They speak with ancient voices, from the other side, so to speak---like "So Much Depends Upon." A puff of a poem if there ever was one but so ever young, talismanic and refreshing. A touchstone in our poetic culture. Christopher What I have reservations about is using “great” in any other way, John.

I worry about checking it out simply because it reminds you of something else, like influences or allusions, or that it establishes a pedigree, or props up your arguments for a new school, style or movement, particularly when those arguments are based on how much you’ve read and how you get around.

Not “this has been important to me, check it out,” but “this has been so important to me I wanted you to read it too.”

Don’t just talk about it, in other words. Don’t just footnote it or file it.

Also poetry is not created great, it grows great. There are many silly little poems that mean a lot to me because I have lived with them for so long. They speak with ancient voices, from the other side, so to speak—like “So Much Depends Upon.” A puff of a poem if there ever was one but so ever young, talismanic and refreshing. A touchstone in our poetic culture.

Christopher
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]]> By: John Oliver Simon http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14776 John Oliver Simon Sun, 28 Jun 2009 21:02:09 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14776 The great Charles Potts, an irreverent and iconoclastic ex-student of the questionable Ed Dorn, and the most charismatic poet of our transgressive and highly immature Berkeley poetry revolution of 1968, was quite surprised when I told him many years later that the last two lines of his obliterating poem Fu Hexagram 24 No Hangups, which begins: Charlie Potts is dead and I wonder if i should be opening his mail just as if it had been addressed to me by all his friends are, when the line break is omitted, perfect iambic pentameter: if everything is true this match will sparkle I like how we can say "great" here (Gonzalo Rojas, Willard Schmidt, Charles Potts), especially about the invisible poets or the ones from Chile or Thailand or the ones you aren't reading in 72-point type, meaning I value this, this has been important to me, check it out. The great Charles Potts, an irreverent and iconoclastic ex-student of the questionable Ed Dorn, and the most charismatic poet of our transgressive and highly immature Berkeley poetry revolution of 1968, was quite surprised when I told him many years later that the last two lines of his obliterating poem Fu Hexagram 24 No Hangups, which begins:

Charlie Potts is dead
and I wonder if i should
be opening his mail
just as if it had been
addressed to me
by all his friends

are, when the line break is omitted, perfect iambic pentameter:

if everything is true
this match will sparkle

I like how we can say “great” here (Gonzalo Rojas, Willard Schmidt, Charles Potts), especially about the invisible poets or the ones from Chile or Thailand or the ones you aren’t reading in 72-point type, meaning I value this, this has been important to me, check it out.
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14770 Eileen Myles Sun, 28 Jun 2009 19:30:24 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14770 that's beautiful. It's kind of a universalizing weighing you describe. that’s beautiful. It’s kind of a universalizing weighing you describe.
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14769 Eileen Myles Sun, 28 Jun 2009 19:29:33 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14769 I love how you think about poetry because everytime I think, really? I know I count but I'm sort of deliberately unconscious about it. I wld never suspect that Wieners wrote dactyls though it reminds me of the late great Paul Schmidt saying that Dennis Cooper wrote his fiction in dactyls. I wonder about Wiener's notebook or typewriter at that time. Surely his poems were written in either but my mind (and the margin you discuss) slides to the typewriter. How one would fling the carriage recklessly and a new level of flatness would occur. His poems are almost emotive stripes. I love how you think about poetry because everytime I think, really? I know I count but I’m sort of deliberately unconscious about it. I wld never suspect that Wieners wrote dactyls though it reminds me of the late great Paul Schmidt saying that Dennis Cooper wrote his fiction in dactyls. I wonder about Wiener’s notebook or typewriter at that time. Surely his poems were written in either but my mind (and the margin you discuss) slides to the typewriter. How one would fling the carriage recklessly and a new level of flatness would occur. His poems are almost emotive stripes.
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14768 Eileen Myles Sun, 28 Jun 2009 19:26:34 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14768 One thing I found in the workshop which only classically existed on one day is that we had "common ground" of a location sort. I mean in workshops the group looks at a certain say historic poem, or student poem, or has a common assignment. But for landscape - I mean to some extent this always happens. I was teaching in San Diego for a few years and I felt the problem of my poems and the students was writing poems there. But to set out to hike is to set out to make the hike the studio so to speak. So there's a common gathering to some extent. To which weirdly though they signed for it many of the students had resistance to using. That there needed to be a better or more informed name for a tree. I felt like that might have wound up being the true location of the workshop and the poems. I only saw one day's worth of poems and then a couple more. More are filtering in now. I since leaving the academy have been wanting to resist the workshop in many ways especially where product is the end point. I thought process. Why not let what we did or touched on be on the road of your ongoing process. Like one long poem of a life pretty much. We see chips. One thing I found in the workshop which only classically existed on one day is that we had “common ground” of a location sort. I mean in workshops the group looks at a certain say historic poem, or student poem, or has a common assignment. But for landscape – I mean to some extent this always happens. I was teaching in San Diego for a few years and I felt the problem of my poems and the students was writing poems there. But to set out to hike is to set out to make the hike the studio so to speak. So there’s a common gathering to some extent. To which weirdly though they signed for it many of the students had resistance to using. That there needed to be a better or more informed name for a tree. I felt like that might have wound up being the true location of the workshop and the poems. I only saw one day’s worth of poems and then a couple more. More are filtering in now. I since leaving the academy have been wanting to resist the workshop in many ways especially where product is the end point. I thought process. Why not let what we did or touched on be on the road of your ongoing process. Like one long poem of a life pretty much. We see chips.
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]]> By: Annie Finch http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14699 Annie Finch Sat, 27 Jun 2009 22:26:16 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14699 Looking at it again I wonder if it might be that he consistently starts on a powerful upbeat--a stressed syllable or beginning of a phrase--but since it's free verse (skillfully avoiding iambic meter) you don't really notice it as a rhythmic thing--it kind of sneaks up on you. Though these two lines concluding a poem are completely dactylic: glassed in their eyes and hide words under the coats of their tongue. Looking at it again I wonder if it might be that he consistently starts on a powerful upbeat–a stressed syllable or beginning of a phrase–but since it’s free verse (skillfully avoiding iambic meter) you don’t really notice it as a rhythmic thing–it kind of sneaks up on you. Though these two lines concluding a poem are completely dactylic:

glassed in their eyes and hide words
under the coats of their tongue.
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]]> By: Annie Finch http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14698 Annie Finch Sat, 27 Jun 2009 22:22:33 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14698 Wieners ia awesome. He provides very strongly a phyiscal experience I don't get from reading many poets, and I'm always looking for it the last few years. I can only describe as a leftward orientation. I mean that when I read him it feels as if there is really strong undertow towards the left of the margin--an undertow that happens before every line so it's as if the carriage of the typewriter is far to the right of where it should be and the real line starts far to the left of the words of each line. I have no idea how he achieves this--I think it might have something to do with the slowing-down, the reporting of moment to moment experience Eileen describes. Does anyone else have an experience anything like this while reading him? And does anyone know of other poets who provide this feeling? Does anyone have any idea what this might be about? Maybe a right-brain thing? Wieners ia awesome. He provides very strongly a phyiscal experience I don’t get from reading many poets, and I’m always looking for it the last few years. I can only describe as a leftward orientation. I mean that when I read him it feels as if there is really strong undertow towards the left of the margin–an undertow that happens before every line so it’s as if the carriage of the typewriter is far to the right of where it should be and the real line starts far to the left of the words of each line. I have no idea how he achieves this–I think it might have something to do with the slowing-down, the reporting of moment to moment experience Eileen describes. Does anyone else have an experience anything like this while reading him? And does anyone know of other poets who provide this feeling? Does anyone have any idea what this might be about? Maybe a right-brain thing?
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]]> By: Terreson http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14687 Terreson Sat, 27 Jun 2009 20:29:11 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14687 What a good idea for a workshop setting. Poetry, gender, gender poetry (?), and the (near) wilderness environment. I am wondering about the extent to which the setting vectored the poetry, the dynamics, and the discussions. You know what they say in the real estate business: location, location, location, or, location is everything. I rather feel the same way about the environmental impact on poetry. Did you notice anything different about the poetry and the discussions? This last week I was up in MA. By day working in cranberry bogs inspecting honey bees there for the pollination. By night I was in a motel room, just another motel room the samenesses of which always disorient me. The only time I watch t.v. for more than an hour is in motels. There was this movie remake of the Flicka story. Not a great movie. But the theme was kind of interesting. A dreamy girl whose horse rancher father is domineering. She befriends a wild mustang, a kind of horse her father hates because it cannot be controlled. Slowly and with much pain-price to pay she befriends the horse, half-tames it. Through Flicka's wildness she finds the strength to stand up to her father and defy him. She finds her own strength. The kicker is that, through the girl's devotion to Flicka, the father finds his own redemption. The double kicker is that this wild mustang is a girl horse, a filly. The message could not be clearer. Father is saved from the steady creap, encroachment, of civilization by his rebellious daughter and her girlie mustang whose instincts are still in tact. Now there is a twist on gender politics for you. By the way, Eileen Myles. It has taken me awhile to get the hang of your prose style and syntax. I think I got it now. The profit is mine. Terreson What a good idea for a workshop setting. Poetry, gender, gender poetry (?), and the (near) wilderness environment. I am wondering about the extent to which the setting vectored the poetry, the dynamics, and the discussions. You know what they say in the real estate business: location, location, location, or, location is everything. I rather feel the same way about the environmental impact on poetry. Did you notice anything different about the poetry and the discussions?

This last week I was up in MA. By day working in cranberry bogs inspecting honey bees there for the pollination. By night I was in a motel room, just another motel room the samenesses of which always disorient me. The only time I watch t.v. for more than an hour is in motels. There was this movie remake of the Flicka story. Not a great movie. But the theme was kind of interesting. A dreamy girl whose horse rancher father is domineering. She befriends a wild mustang, a kind of horse her father hates because it cannot be controlled. Slowly and with much pain-price to pay she befriends the horse, half-tames it. Through Flicka’s wildness she finds the strength to stand up to her father and defy him. She finds her own strength. The kicker is that, through the girl’s devotion to Flicka, the father finds his own redemption. The double kicker is that this wild mustang is a girl horse, a filly. The message could not be clearer. Father is saved from the steady creap, encroachment, of civilization by his rebellious daughter and her girlie mustang whose instincts are still in tact. Now there is a twist on gender politics for you.

By the way, Eileen Myles. It has taken me awhile to get the hang of your prose style and syntax. I think I got it now. The profit is mine.

Terreson
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]]> By: John Oliver Simon http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14684 John Oliver Simon Sat, 27 Jun 2009 20:17:51 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14684 Weiners is another poet this community convinces me I should read better. Weiners is another poet this community convinces me I should read better.
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]]> By: Mickey O'Connor http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14680 Mickey O'Connor Sat, 27 Jun 2009 20:14:05 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14680 What I found-one thing- in reading Weiners was how he presents emotion or sentiment in his works. He places sentiments on the same level or place in the poem as other things,alongside car exhaust, birds, yellow taxis flashing by in the rain & that makes the emotion more powerful or affective somehow. He presents these various phenomena of his from his present world in a remarkable & deft juxtaposition & that's that & there's a poem ! Not that it comes off slapdash . On the contrary, some feel impeccably controlled, steered. He's the deftest poet I know of & completely terrific. What I found-one thing- in reading Weiners was how he presents emotion or sentiment in his works. He places sentiments on the same level or place in the poem as other things,alongside car exhaust, birds, yellow taxis flashing by in the rain & that makes the emotion more powerful or affective somehow. He presents these various phenomena of his from his present world in a remarkable & deft juxtaposition & that’s that & there’s a poem ! Not that it comes off slapdash . On the contrary, some feel impeccably controlled, steered. He’s the deftest poet I know of & completely terrific.
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]]> By: Mary Meriam http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14658 Mary Meriam Sat, 27 Jun 2009 17:23:53 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14658 Eileen, Henry was sprinkling hilarious fairy dust all over Harriet in the wee hours last night. I was there. (Thanks for those laughs, Henry.) Eileen, Henry was sprinkling hilarious fairy dust all over Harriet in the wee hours last night. I was there. (Thanks for those laughs, Henry.)
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14639 Eileen Myles Sat, 27 Jun 2009 15:25:02 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14639 Since it's not clear what you're agreeing re wieners I'm assuming you're championing him too. When someone as delicate and great as wieners gets called mediocre I can't help thinking something as simple conventional standards of masculinity or even glib homohobia are underlining literary judgement. All the crap about Boston figurehead and all is just obscure nonsense. Is there a predjudice toward mid atlantic angst going on here, that a new england poet must be historic or sentimental. There's a failure to read here I think. I'm sure you have not read his work with courage or attention. To read Wieners you have to to some extent have patience with your own moment to moment feelings. Are there poetry readers male or female who find that kind of undefended reading threatening. Since it’s not clear what you’re agreeing re wieners I’m assuming you’re championing him too. When someone as delicate and great as wieners gets called mediocre I can’t help thinking something as simple conventional standards of masculinity or even glib homohobia are underlining literary judgement. All the crap about Boston figurehead and all is just obscure nonsense. Is there a predjudice toward mid atlantic angst going on here, that a new england poet must be historic or sentimental. There’s a failure to read here I think. I’m sure you have not read his work with courage or attention. To read Wieners you have to to some extent have patience with your own moment to moment feelings. Are there poetry readers male or female who find that kind of undefended reading threatening.
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]]> By: thomas brady http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14614 thomas brady Sat, 27 Jun 2009 11:24:27 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14614 I agree re: Wieners. Isn't there the danger of the bad chasing out the good? I never understood this 'how many mediocrities can we lionize today?' attitude. Is it pure p.r.? Ignorance? Or, misplaced lurve? (as Desmond would say) I guess you have to be there... I agree re: Wieners.

Isn’t there the danger of the bad chasing out the good?

I never understood this ‘how many mediocrities can we lionize today?’ attitude. Is it pure p.r.? Ignorance? Or, misplaced lurve? (as Desmond would say)

I guess you have to be there…
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14582 Eileen Myles Sat, 27 Jun 2009 05:25:07 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14582 now I'm missing something. i don't get the limp, limp. now I’m missing something. i don’t get the limp, limp.
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14581 Eileen Myles Sat, 27 Jun 2009 05:23:45 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14581 You're missing something Henry. You’re missing something Henry.
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14580 Eileen Myles Sat, 27 Jun 2009 05:23:06 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14580 here or anywhere. I think Hotel Wentley poems is still one of the most dazzling sequences I've ever read. His capacity to fall and rise in the same poem is phenomenal. At Naropa I hung out w Basil and Martha King who knew the Dana of "poem for the old man". Dumb as dishwater they said. But the gesture of leaving a lover to a hoard of men was such a strange kind of pagan gesture of love. And generationally odd, like the young man bequeathing the older man to the collective, sort of a reversal but so entrancing you might not think about it. here or anywhere. I think Hotel Wentley poems is still one of the most dazzling sequences I’ve ever read. His capacity to fall and rise in the same poem is phenomenal. At Naropa I hung out w Basil and Martha King who knew the Dana of “poem for the old man”. Dumb as dishwater they said. But the gesture of leaving a lover to a hoard of men was such a strange kind of pagan gesture of love. And generationally odd, like the young man bequeathing the older man to the collective, sort of a reversal but so entrancing you might not think about it.
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]]> By: Henry Gould http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14538 Henry Gould Sat, 27 Jun 2009 03:25:26 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14538 p.p.s. limp, limp. p.p.s. limp, limp.
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]]> By: Henry Gould http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14536 Henry Gould Sat, 27 Jun 2009 03:14:49 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14536 p.s. in my view, at the moment, John Wieners is clearly a unique, lovable & tragic (or tragi-comic) human being, but not a very good poet. He WILL make a good Boston figurehead & martyr, though, for the industry. The fishing industry, of Boston, Massachusetts, that is (not to be confused with the rum trade @ KENNEDY). p.s. in my view, at the moment, John Wieners is clearly a unique, lovable & tragic (or tragi-comic) human being, but not a very good poet. He WILL make a good Boston figurehead & martyr, though, for the industry. The fishing industry, of Boston, Massachusetts, that is (not to be confused with the rum trade @ KENNEDY).
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]]> By: Henry Gould http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14533 Henry Gould Sat, 27 Jun 2009 02:57:51 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14533 Did it ever occur to you that Carol might be CIA? It's all too perfect. The mountain lioness with the fatal limp. I get it. & the dysfunctional Boston poet. Heard it before - on tape. Did it ever occur to you that Carol might be CIA? It’s all too perfect. The mountain lioness with the fatal limp. I get it. & the dysfunctional Boston poet. Heard it before – on tape.
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]]> By: Don Share http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14526 Don Share Sat, 27 Jun 2009 02:21:44 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14526 Wieners really is on the tips of tongues again; we should talk about him here, or maybe in a new thread! Wieners really is on the tips of tongues again; we should talk about him here, or maybe in a new thread!
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]]> By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14512 Eileen Myles Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:00:25 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14512 I don't know - I think at the time I felt it had some boyscout purpose like a compass, a cellphone but now I see it as idiocy. Oh that's great that you can boil them. I had no idea. And great to support a shy student by feigning death scenes. That really underlines the meaning of life performance. I mean ha ha but kind of seriously. I don’t know – I think at the time I felt it had some boyscout purpose like a compass, a cellphone but now I see it as idiocy. Oh that’s great that you can boil them. I had no idea. And great to support a shy student by feigning death scenes. That really underlines the meaning of life performance. I mean ha ha but kind of seriously.
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]]> By: John Oliver Simon http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/gender-hike/#comment-14511 John Oliver Simon Fri, 26 Jun 2009 23:15:34 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=3827#comment-14511 Get one of those freezer gel bags that you could use to ice your ankle and heat it up in hot (probably not boiling) water. And don't carry a cell-phone on a mountain trail. Were you expecting a call from one of Rilke's angels? In the 70's I had a very talented teenaged student, Edith Hodgkinson, who later had a chapbook from Hanging Loose, who refused to read her poems aloud to the workshop. Finally she said, "I'll read aloud if you all die." So we all hammed stage deaths and while we lay there she read her poem aloud. Get one of those freezer gel bags that you could use to ice your ankle and heat it up in hot (probably not boiling) water. And don’t carry a cell-phone on a mountain trail. Were you expecting a call from one of Rilke’s angels?

In the 70′s I had a very talented teenaged student, Edith Hodgkinson, who later had a chapbook from Hanging Loose, who refused to read her poems aloud to the workshop. Finally she said, “I’ll read aloud if you all die.” So we all hammed stage deaths and while we lay there she read her poem aloud.
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