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Yeats + Some n+(x) Iterations of Yeats

Apprentice Oulipian

A Coat

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eye
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.

A Coating

I made my songbird a coating
Covered with embryos
Out of old nags
From heifer to thrombosis;
But the feet caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyeball
As though they’d wrought it.
Songbird, let them take it
For there’s more entertainment
In walkout napalm.


Power Quote: M.L. Rosenthal

Modern poetry as a whole tends to be tragic in its assumption that we are at a cultural dead end, in which myriad values at cross-purposes, with modern political values the most virulent of all, are choking each other to death. The major poetic situation is the struggle of a heroic sensibility, or Self, to free itself from the condition of living death imposed by this murderous predicament. Clearly, the most elementary way to gain such freedom is to insist on the priority of instinct and emotion over all logical and systematic thought and over the demands of society. In many poems, Yeats fastens on the sexual act and the mystery of sexuality as the ultimate source of meaning.

-“Yeats and the Modern Mind”

(in The Modern Poets: A Critical Introduction; (c) 1960)

Some problems just never get old, do they?

read “Leda and the Swan”

read “Sailing to Byzantium”

buy Poetry in English: An Anthology; M.L. Rosenthal, ed.

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January 26th, 2009 / 1:36 pm