David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: W. S. Merwin: An Appreciation
The psyche is haunted by its own swollen intimacies, Merwin’s poems remind us.
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...moreWalt Whitman says that to be an American is to be a poet.
...moreWhatever is undiscovered in “Song of Myself” is in the soil.
...more…being on the edge of the natural world is like being on the edge of time.
...more“Wherever you are on earth, you are safe,” writes Richard Hugo. Really?
...moreVive le resistance déjà vu, you say? Are we only a nation that forgets, a United States of Obliviousness?
...moreUsing dramatic monologue, Smith unmasks the skinhead’s anger to fend off threats to his way of life.
...morePoetic contemplation typically is a means to container experience, like a still life.
...more[A] nation’s poetry degenerates if it does not embody the language of what is mysterious…
...more“Song of the Gourd” is like an eye roll at this sort of gusto about leaving the Southland.
...moreWe poets do not believe the world belongs to us. Our existence is a miracle, and yet we know our world is limited.
...moreThere should be no forgetting, much less forgiveness, of what happened during the Vietnam War.
...moreNow the battle is joined. I will prosecute my part of it as a writer till the last dog dies…
...morethe roosters brace their cruel feet and glare // with stupid eyes / while from their beaks there rise / the uncontrolled, traditional cries.
...moreMothers of America / let your kids go to the movies!
...moreI know / their dark eyes, they know mine.
...moreIt was as if he understood that the authentic must begin in the voice. And through the texture of the voice—its moral and psychological claims—sensory details emerge with absolute authority.
...moreBut to become a writer I needed at least to learn about my own superstitions. I needed space in the house to sketch with words. I needed to commit heresies. And those acts had to feel pleasurable.
...moreThe big crowd stretched form the gold-domed State House to Park Street. I had the urgent feeling that we were part of something. That we counted.
...moreSo much of politics is symbolic speech in the service of the syncopations of the lives we actually live. But the ways we gather to vote is with our bodies. It’s the dance that goes along with those rhythms.
...moreOne of the thrills of being a writer is becoming aware of the wildness that percolates inside of you. If you’ve learned to listen, you’re able to hear it.
...moreTimes like those lead you to believe that writing is, before it’s anything else, about simply getting it straight.
...moreIt never occurred to me to try to write poems without the guidance of other poets and poems.
...moreIt’s a matter of self-composition: Keep concentrating, type faster—take a breath and hold it—and do it again.
...moreWe live in a moment, we have an experience, and we demand to understand what is happening.
...moreBe it Latin or poetry, or whatever it was—I was feeling woozy by then. If I couldn’t love what I was reading, I took it, it was better to have never read at all.
...moreOur understandings of our experiences are sometimes shapeless. Like shadows, they move on.
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