"Tonight there is no wind, even the heatNow, I'm suspicious of these "ah, moments" in poetry. So much of what is being published seems designed to illicit such repsonses. Shouldn't the fact that Oprah has all but copyrighted such responses tell us something about the manufactured nature of such responses??? (I have witnessed some of the nations powerhouse editors go weak at the knees at lines such as this...)
is on its knees, and the moths laying eggs"
But Poteat makes fresh this desire, it seems to me, as the poem continues:
"on the side door are not being honestThe blog does not seem to allow me to indent, which changes the visual of the poem slightly, though not, it seems essentially. But even as I trace the poems movement here, what seemed pleasing at first glance becomes less so: we again learn how failed hope is, and though we are not left here, on the safe confines of a front porch, chardonnay in hand, we are left with the impotence of desire, our vain delusions...perhaps a more pungeant "awe moment" than many of the poems of this variety? (Is it such a terrible stance to be open and wondering about poems instead of militant and slotting? This school here, this school there, dig, dig the trenches?).
with themselves. Though their enterprise
is beauty, the eggs will not last through
the rains, and so it goes."
While perusing the magazine rack I also noted a new issue of Noon, one of the more under-rated journals, which looks as delicious as ever, and Jubilat, another one I've come to enjoy.
Union Square was hopping, and a friend caught up on some of the AWP tales--aside from everything being big and Texasish the event was not without controversy. One Kate Braverman, whom I posted on just a few days ago, apparently accused her publisher of censorship and walked off the stage...wow. Okay, when I said I liked the directness of her attitude in the Brooklyn Rail interview, this isn't quite what I had in mind...
Wow, I say again. Intense. Who knew?
But really, the title of this post is Virginia Quarterly Review loves Open Field (maybe even its publisher, who finally updated their website last month, likes it! Thank you Persea.). I'm telling you, if you don't have it, you're missing out.