Apr 7, 2011

Big Poetry Giveaway 2011


In celebration of National Poetry Month ... well, let me set that aside. Much of my income derives from creating promotional campaigns, so I'm more or less immune to this annual public relations event. My participation in this particular event is meant to honor the generous initiative cooked up by Kelly Russell Agodon more than it is to promote poetry in general. (Is there such as thing as "poetry in general"?) It also gives me an excuse to share some of my favorite poetry—and some of my own, which is not the same thing—with two lucky Perpetual Birders.

Here's how it'll work. Simply comment on this post by April 30, 2011 at midnight PST and include the phrase "free poetry" so I know you're not some kind of Internet robot or a member of the Bök/Goldsmith gang—which amounts to the same thing. Then, on May 1st or 2nd, I'll randomly select two winners from among the commenters. (Common taters?) Each winner will get two books: one by a world-class poet and one by me; the aim, my therapist says, is to display my work in the worst possible light ... something about my childhood, which I can't recall at the moment....

Here are the two Big Leaguers up for grabs:

  • A. R. Ammons's Collected Poems, 1951-1971. I found a copy of this one on a sale table in the early '70s, and reading it changed my life. Even Ammons's earliest poems are distinctive, touched by the strangeness of real poetry. You know, the stuff that springs from an uncommon angle of vision and so requires a new kind of language to give it expression. There is no one who sounded like Ammons before Ammons, and no one since could seriously imitate him, just as no one can seriously imitate e. e. cummings.
  • Cesare Pavese's Hard Labor, translated from the Italian by William Arrowsmith. I discovered Pavese thanks to Denise Levertov, who cited him as influential in the poems collected in her volume Life in the Forest, which struck me as such a fresh departure for her. Pavese's book, as Arrowsmith notes in his introduction, is "an act of radical personal culture—the beautifully disciplined product of almost four years' obsessive, solitary labor in which the poet named himself and his world by bringing his personal demons firmly, though briefly, under the control of his art." The brevity Arrowsmith mentions refers to Pavese's suicide in 1950, shortly after receiving the Premio Strega, Italy's most prestigious literary prize. When other poets of his generation retreated into "hermetic" modes in response to the horrors of Fascism, Pavese chose a path that leads, poem by poem, through realism to something more demanding—something he had learned in the process of translating Moby Dick into Italian; Arrowsmith describes Pavese's task this way: "to apprehend the miracle of the concrete, to find, as Melville had, 'the spiritual meaning in every fact.' To do this the poet had to stand open to the world and to others, to make his poetry reveal ... the spiritual, mythical 'presence' which things do not 'express' but are." Hard Labor stands in opposition to almost everything currently going on in American poetry, which is one reason I continue to find it so valuable to me as a writer.

Here is a sampling from each book. First, two by A. R. Ammons:
The Black Rich Country

Dispossess me of belief:
between life and me obtrude
no symbolic forms:

grant me no mission: let my
mystical talents be beasts
in dark trees: thin the wire

I limp in space, melt it
with quick heat, let me walk
or fall alone: fail

me in all comforts:
hide renown behind the tomb:
withdraw beyond all reach of faith:

leave me this black rich country,
uncertainty, labor fear: do not
steal the rewards of my mortality.

*

Conserving the Magnitude of Uselessness

Spits of glitter in lowgrade ore,
precious stones too poorly surrounded for harvest,
to all things not worth the work
of having,

brush oak on a sharp slope, for example,
the balk tonnage of woods-lodged boulders,
the irreparable desert,
drowned river mouths, most shores where

the winged and light-foted go,
take creosote bush that possesses
ground nothing else will have,
to all things and for all things

crusty or billowy with indifference,
for example, incalculable, irremovable water
or fluvio-glacial deposits
larch or dwarf aspen in the least breeze sometimes shiver in—

suddenly the salvation of waste betides,
the peerlessly unsettle seas that shape the continents,
take the gales wasting and in waste over
Antarctica and the sundry high shoals of ice,

for the inexcusable (the worthless abundant) the
merely tiresome, the obviously unimprovable,
to these and for these and for their undiminishment
the poets will yelp and hoot forever

probably,
rank as weeds themselves and just as abandoned:
nothing useful is of lasting value:
dry wind only is still talking among the oldest stones.
Next, two by Cesare Pavese:
Nocturne

The hill is part of night, the sky is clear.
They frame your head, which scarcely moves,
moving with that sky. You are like a cloud
glimpsed between the branches. In your eyes there shines
the strangeness of a sky which isn't yours.

The hill with its earth and leaves contains
in its black mass your living look.
The curve of your mouth is like a gentle dip
between the distant slopes. you seem to play at being
the great hill and the clarity of the sky:
to please me you repeat the ancient setting,
you make it purer.

                                          But you live somewhere else.
Your tender blood was made in some other place.
The words you speak have no echo here
in the harsh desolation of this sky.
You are just a wandering cloud, white and very sweet,
tangled one night among these ancient branches.

*

Grappa in September

The mornings run their course, bright and deserted
along the river's banks, which at dawn turn foggy,
darkening their green, while they wait for the sun.
In the last house, still damp, at the field's edge,
they sell tobacco, which is blackish in color
and tastes of sugar: it gives off a bluish haze.
They have grappa there too, the color of water.

There comes a moment when everything stands still
and ripens. The trees in the distance are quite,
their darkness deepens, concealing fruit so ripe
it would drop at a touch. The scattered clouds
are swollen and ripe. Far away, in city streets,
every house is mellowing in the mild air.

This early, you see only women. The women don't smoke,
or drink. All they can do is stand in the sunlight,
letting it warm their bodies, as if they were fruit.
The air, raw with fog, has to be swallowed in sips,
like grappa. Everything here distills its own fragrance,
steeping them to their depths in the soft air. The streets
are like women. They ripen standing still.

This is the time when every man should stand
still in the street and see how everything ripens.
There's even a breeze, which doesn't move the clouds
but somehow succeeds in maneuvering the bluish haze
without scattering it. The smell drifting by is a new smell,
the tobacco is tinged with grappa. So it seems
the women aren't the only ones to enjoy the morning.
Let me add that the books of mine that will accompany these are top secret. Whee!

33 comments:

  1. i left a "comment" there saying i would like to give my books away free,

    but i guess Agodon knows it's in her best career interests not to mention blacklisted poets like me,

    so she deleted or never let it through her monitoring—

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  2. following your directions
    explicitly & in ordeear to

    "free poetry"

    (see, I can follow the rules)

    & when I do have something "meaning-full" to say
    I will willy-nilly

    l e a p

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  3. Bill! My guess is that your offer doesn't fit the parameters of Kelli's program because it doesn't include a book by another poet. (I think that's a requirement.) And the whole thing operates via comments posted to each participating blogger's site, and last time I looked you don't accept comments. I'm sure she didn't mean to diss you! By the way, she hasn't formally accepted my post yet, either; I imagine she's swamped with responses....

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  4. Good boy, Ed. I knew if we just got that invisible fence collar adjusted...

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  5. so
    let me get this .... straight ... whoever this Kelly Agodon is
    SHE will randomly choose me and then I will have to send to myself two poetry books?

    One of someone's who I want to ...chuck!
    and one of mine which is terrific?

    Is it now time for me to reveal my two "give-aways"

    or do I "sit tight" and wait for the Bok/Goldsmith gang to be-friend me on facebook?


    by the way

    who is Bok?
    and who is Goldsmith?
    and, should I care?

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  6. I linked Bök and Goldsmith for you, Ed. Nobody would care except those with a morbid interest in cultural train wrecks.

    As for the free books—a comment on this blog puts your name in the hopper for the books I mention above. Kelli's blog, however, lists many other participating blogs, and you have to post a comment on each one to get your name into their hoppers.

    Whatever happens I do recommend sending oneself one's own books. Makes them seem more significant if they arrive in the mail....

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  7. well I'll number, sign, and stamp my book before I send it to myself the one I am thinking of well, of the 400 copy run the publisher sent me all of the remainders so
    I got 365 pristine copies of my 1970 block-buster


    that way it will be worth BIG BUCKS after I'm dead.

    meanwhile: looks like The Donald will be our next president !
    isn't he a "birther"? a Tea Prty favorite?

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  8. MAGIC! I found a copy of my book! Albris has it:

    http://www.alibris.com/booksearch.detail?invid=9883929870&browse=1&qwork=867158&qsort=&page=1

    this is the one I will give away along with (...) when I win!

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  9. Would it piss you off if I bought that one? "Out from under you," as it were? I will hold off if you insist....

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  10. HEY JOE

    what's your address? I still have some copies
    that haven't been eaten by book-worms

    write me via my "secret" email with the info...

    it's not great poetry however the Greek Poems
    still, mostly work

    & on the strength of those I got into Hopkins' Writing Seminars

    (of course a note to Eliott from Rudd Fleming didn't 'hoit'


    and what is interesting ... I jus read the book agin... is that BACK THEN I was digging in among The Rocks as Her !

    thanks

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  11. Please add me to your contest. You can contact me through the provided email address or by posting on or entering my contest on my blog (address above). And thank you for participating in the contest and spreading the words of poetry.

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  12. You didn't say that us haikubots are specifically excluded, did you?

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  13. Free poetry
    as if it was a whale:
    enormous, endangered,
    and magnificent.



    Count me in!!!

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  14. Free poetry: better than free beer, at least for me! Thanks for doing this!

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  15. jim,

    ammons, please

    james stotts

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  16. Did you mean me, i.e. "Joe," James (Jim)? Oh, I know. It's all about you. (I kid, I kid! Was it Henny Youngman who said that first in public? I doubt it.) Anyway, you are on the list, amigo....

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  17. I like to think of all these poetry books getting ready to travel in the world. Please add me! My name is Raquel and my email is raquel.dorman@gmail.com

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  18. Happy to have my name in the hat! Thank you for participating. You might want to check out my giveaway as well at The Alchemist's Kitchen blogspot. Happy National Poetry Month.

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  19. i'd like to enter to win, my email is emerson0811 AT gmail DOT com

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  20. Lovely giveaway. Would be delighted to win either book.

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  21. Susan, Renee, Maureen—you're all on the list!

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  22. Poetry and prizes -- count me in!

    Thanks so much for supporting and promoting poetry.

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  23. Free poetry, grant it
    liberty, allow it to wander
    Unfettered free poetry
    Haul out those old banners
    call amnesty international
    Send crows, ravens on
    Flightpaths crying
    Free poetry.


    Sorry about that, I'll go now

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  24. http://russellevatt.blogspot.com/ is my poetry and performance blog.

    I want to be a winner!

    russell.evatt (at) gmail (dot) com

    "free poetry"

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  25. I would love to be a written name on a piece of paper in your bowl.

    Thank you for joining
    blessings,
    D!

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  26. I love poetry and especially free poetry! I'd love to be entered in the giveaway, rebecca(at)rebeccareid(dot)com at http://reviews.rebeccareid.com

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  27. Please count me in for the "free poetry"! And thanks for such great selections - Cesare!

    http://onehundredforks.blogspot.com/

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  28. As I've only just begun to assemble a poetry collection, I would be very happy to win any combination of the books you're giving away.

    Oops, I've read your post and still almost forgot to mention 'free poetry', so I guess I can no longer giggle at the people on the various blogs who obviously haven't read the post to which they're replying.

    gaardyn@live.com

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