Posts Tagged ‘Hart Crane’

James Franco + Hart Crane

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

Two posts in one day after not posting for a century, but then I saw this:

James Franco, Hart Crane, discuss.

THE VISIBLE THE UNTRUE (to E.O.) – an unfinished poem by HART CRANE

Saturday, May 15th, 2010
Yes, I being

the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall

lavish this on you–

the dense mine of the orchid, split in two.

And the fingernails that cinch such

environs?

And what about the staunch neighbor tabulations

with all their zest and doom?

.

I’m wearing badges

that cancel all your kindness. Forthright

I watch the silver Zeppelin

destroy the sky. To

stir your confidence?

To rouse what sanctions–? toothaches?

.

The silver strophe . . . the canto

bright with myth . . . Such

distances leap landward without

evil smile. And, as for me . . .

.

The window weight throbs in its blind

partition. To extinguish what I have of faith.

Yes, light. And it is always

always, always the eternal rainbow

And it is always the day, the farewell day unkind.

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from The Complete Poems of Hart Crane, centennial edition, ed. Marc Simon, introduced by Harold Bloom. New Yorkers, you can have one for seven dollars at The Strand.

Learn to be MEAN WEEK from the best of them

Monday, October 13th, 2008

“Critics are the sum of their biases—they begin as arbitraries and end as certainties (the course of my own criticism has sometimes been the other way round). You can’t stand that ditherer Coleridge, she can’t stand that whiner Keats, I can’t stand that dry fussbudget Wordsworth, and we all hate Shelley—poets are Rorschach tests.”

          –William Logan, writing for Poetry Magazine, responds to people who didn’t like his NYTBR piece on Hart Crane.

 

And just to keep the MEAN WEEKness nice and fair, here’s Brian Henry at Verse Magazine, trashing William Logan’s then-new collection of criticism. Here’s a taste: “Despite his claim to read too many new books of poetry, Logan seems oddly unaware of the state of contemporary American poetry. He admits that trade presses have largely given up on poetry, but one would be hard-pressed to glean this from this selection of reviews.” OOOOOOOOOhhhhhh.