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Poets

Matthew Zapruder writes in the Los Angeles Times about the place of form, rhythm, and rhyme in poetry:

There is a great satisfaction in hearing rhyme, either in poetry or song, and knowing the world is at least for a moment orderable, that the seemingly disconnected elements can be convincingly fitted together. But while rhyme can be funny or witty, or a lovely, even essential consolation, it is obviously not necessary for poetry: Too many great poets have written free verse for the past 150 years for that to be the case.

In recent years, there’s been a rediscovery of formal elements in poetry. There’s even a sometimes quaint school of “new formalist” poets (and a hilariously overwrought opposition that describes their work as “dangerous nostalgia.”)

Zapruder writes that there is something deeply affecting about a sense of structure embedded in poetry (or other forms of art). The philosopher Denis Dutton goes so far as to argue there’s an evolutionary component to the human attachment to aesthetic form. For his part, Zapruder has found that formal elements in poetry can be subtle, implicit, or indirect.

…I think, secretly, that my poems actually do rhyme. It’s just that the rhyme is what I would call “conceptual,” that is, not made of sounds, but of ideas that accomplish what the sounds do in formal poetry: to connect elements that one wouldn’t have expected, and to make the reader or listener, even if just for a moment, feel the complexity and disorder of life, and at the same time what Wallace Stevens called the “obscurity of an order, a whole.”

Some interesting food for thought. Even if rhyming couplets, iambic pentameter, and classical models seem anachronistic, are other formal elements lurking unrecognized and unappreciated?

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John Updike’s Birthday

by Andrew Hazlett on March 18, 2009

in Audio,Podcast,Poems,Poets,R.I.P.

I have kind of mixed feelings about Garrison Keillor, but this edition of his daily “Writer’s Almanac” contains some nice notes on John Updike on the occasion of his birthday:

BONUS: A veritable carnival of affability! Dick Cavett interviews Updike and John Cheever [at Cavett's semi-blog at the New York Times].

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I know this poem is wrong

by Andrew Hazlett on January 29, 2009

in Poems,Poets,R.I.P.,Writers

From the New York Times:

It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”

Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”

For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.

JOHN UPDIKE

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