Saturday, September 05, 2009

Mental Photograph, the Sidney Lanier Way

Thanks to Ben Friedlander for originating this meme, one that I consented to participate in.

Facebook meme from the nineteenth century, by way of Sidney Lanier
(best known for The Boy's King Arthur), who was tagged in the winter of
1874 by a Miss Anne Perot of Baltimore, Maryland. For Lanier's answers
go here:
http://ampoarchive.wordpress.com/2009/08/31/mental-photograph-sidney-lanier/
If you've always wanted to be daguerreotyped and are willing to settle
for mental version, consider copying this text, writing your own
responses, and tagging 15 other people, including me (because I want to
see what you wrote!).
To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these
instructions in the body of the note, type your title as "A Mental
Photograph," tag 15 people (14 + me; tagging is done in the right hand
corner of the app) then click publish.

WHAT IS--
1. YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
No longer purple but the saner green. OR the palette of Gauguin, wowzer.

2. FLOWER?
Daffodil, daffodil, daffodil

3. TREE?
Apple, willow, oak

4. OBJECT IN NATURE?
Clouds

5. HOUR IN THE DAY?
Dawn, or, by the clock, 5am

6. SEASON OF THE YEAR?
Fall, season of mist and mellow fruitfulness, incorporated

7. PERFUME?
The patois of hyacinth. Nothing commercial comes to mind

8. GEM?
No preferences. I like mica, and am willing to call it a gem

9. STYLE OF BEAUTY?
The inexpensive kind (I do not know what Sid asks here)

10. NAMES, MALE AND FEMALE?
Those biblical/colonial names sound nice (Jedediah, for instance). Zoe for females.

11. PAINTERS?
Gauguin

12. MUSICIANS?
Elvin Jones, Richard Thompson, various etc.

13. PIECE OF SCULPTURE?
A wood carving Gauguin. Did not intend to harp on his name.

14. POETS?
Charles Olson, John Keats, Ted Berrigan, moi-meme (I like to read my (good) work, like someone else wrote it)

15. POETESSES?
Emily Dickinson, Gertrude Stein, Susan Howe, high sign to Nada Gordon

16. PROSE AUTHORS?
Guy Davenport, Flann O’Brien

17. CHARACTER IN ROMANCE?
I suppose someone like Gawain, who I do like, is who they mean

18. CHARACTER IN HISTORY?
US Grant, A Lincoln, Rosa Parks, list could go on

19. BOOK TO TAKE UP FOR AN HOUR?
Anything by Robert Benchley or Bob & Ray. Formerly, P G Wodehouse, but he was a Nazi collaborator, and that casts a pall

20. WHAT BOOK (NOT RELIGIOUS) WOULD YOU PART WITH LAST?
Maximus Poems

21. WHAT EPOCH WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO HAVE LIVED IN?
The one with the poets

22. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE?
With Beth

23. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE AMUSEMENT?
Writing

24. WHAT IS YR. FAVORITE OCCUPATION?
Writing

25. WHAT TRAIT OF CHARACTER DO YOU MOST ADMIRE IN MAN?
The same ones I admire in women

26. WHAT TRAIT DO YOU MOST ADMIRE IN WOMAN?
The same ones I admire in men

27. WHAT TRAITS OF CHARACTER DO YOU MOST DETEST IN EACH?
Bobby Rydell (arcane answer)

28. IF NOT YOURSELF WHO WD. YOU RATHER BE?
Does not compute

29. WHAT IS YR. IDEA OF HAPPINESS?
Music in colour with hand in hand

30. WHAT IS YR. IDEA OF MISERY?
The belligerent social crunch

31. WHAT IS YOUR BÊTE NOIR?
Wastrel cowardice

32. WHAT IS YOUR DREAM?
To live by water

33. WHAT IS YR. FAVORITE GAME?
The only game that I play is Free Cell

34. WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE TO BE YOUR DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTIC?
A mild form of integrity

35. IF MARRIED, WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE TO BE THE DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS OF YR. BETTER HALF?
Empathy, helping others

36. WHAT IS THE SUBLIMEST PASSION OF WHICH HUMAN NATURE IS CAPABLE?
Gosh you talk pretty

37. WHAT ARE THE SWEETEST WORDS IN THE WORLD?
Tickle salty boss anchovy (Walt Kelly)

38. WHAT ARE THE SADDEST WORDS?
Je ne sais pas

39. WHAT IS YOUR AIM IN LIFE?
To write words from here to there

40. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO.
Someday I will have one

Monday, August 31, 2009

bramhall's world

Like anyone who does not get many visitors to their site, I regularly check out Site Meter, to discover who arrived from where, with the impending question: why? Today, someone in New Jersey searched on the phrase bramhall’s world aug 27. Greetings, and welcome!!! I feel chuffed that someone is interested. I should mench that among the Bramhalls found in the Google search, I see Doyle, John, Nick, and Allen. Allen gets 1st place but Doyle shows the most times. Readers all, please feel free to email me if you require Bramhall updates. Glad to be of service.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Novels, Novelists, or Whatever

These novels and novelizers fit well in my poetic landscape. I think it is necessary that poets, those writing poetry, read outside the academic limits of the genre. Poetry accepts tributaries happily, influx from agitated sources. Do I really need to make the case?

  • Moby Dick

How Melville brought so many concerns, an entire poetics, together in this novel is a wonder. As Olson for one proves, there is much to be made use of here. I leave it at that.

  • Ulysses

It took me a while to get past the sale of avant-garde that is attached to this novel. It is a book of good humour (All Ireland Versus the Rest of Ireland) and keen commitment. Do I need to plunge thru the forest of references? I don’t know. The shimmer of Homer behind this works without needing exhaustive implementation. I do not want to use this book so much, it seems wholly Joyce’s castle, but it is a wild and vital experiment to witness. Portrait is a dry, good endeavour, and Finnegans Wake, if you have the energy and time. Maybe the jokey clatter of FW falls awry, I do not know. I do not feel like poring over it like I do with Maximus, The Cantos, A, etc.

  • Mrs. Dalloway

I want this book to represent her oeuvre. I think it is her most successful novel (of what I have read), but I think her every practiced experiment is a useful eyeful. The Waves is a tour-de-force, tho with a depressive gloom that is hard to read. To the Lighthouse likewise pulls off a neat experiment, with gloom an integral factor. I found Orlando to be a saggy effort, not sure why. Woolf seems less committed to inherent possibility in Orlando. Further Woolfian plus: her criticism is definitive and urgent.

  • Henry James

I cannot really point to one novel, and my favourite works of his are “Turn of the Screw” and “Aspern Papers”, both short (or longish) stories. Yet I think he gives us a lot to consider. Like with Woolf, I think of his entire production as somehow all one. Plot! he sneered. His stories extend provincially, with all those fascinating hems and haws (he chaws more than he bites off, said Clover Adams), then fetches up on denouement about 3 pages from the end. And he did this as a popular writer, at least, as a writer attempting to play that market. I love his dogged energy. No surprise that he suffered writer’s cramp.

  • A La Recherche du Temps Perdu

Okay, read it in English, Moncrieff’s version. The first time I read it took maybe 5 years, because I would pick it up, with no sense of commitment to it, and just read for a while, then leave a bookmark in place. Eventually I got caught by its momentum, and read the last half straight thru. The 2nd time I read it took just a week or two, full commitment, carrying it with me, even hauling it when I walked the dog. It has a fascinating (albeit languid) desperation. The so-called attempts to match it do not, don’t you even try. Anthony Powell’s 12-ology, A Dance to the Music of Time, is worth reading, more details from that generation of war torn English writers, but it lacks the comprehensive embrace of Proust. Capote’s Answered Prayers is a hilarious performance in professional grade phoniness. Proust went further than autobiography and cheesy roman a clef, but he never got to meet Merv Griffin.

  • Lord of the Rings

Tolkien did the work. It is a great and thrilling story with so much behind it. Alas that the trilogy created a genre full of crap.

  • At Swim-Two-Birds

Everything I have read of O’Brien is wild and winning and strange. None is perfect, however, tho this is perhaps his most successful work. Or maybe not, his pyrotechnics here are distracting at times. His is not a wasted talent, despite accusations. Dalkey Archives, The Third Policeman, even the occasional pieces he wrote for the newspaper, all are inventive, and his writing is so sweet.

  • Tristram Shandy

The worthiness of this resides in its thoroughgoing resistance to applied form. Sterne rambles. A Sentimental Journey is plain charming, don’t miss it if you can.

  • Jane Austen

Another author whose oeuvre I feel I should take as a whole. Her novels flutter in a small area of social compact, but like with James, her conjectures within that realm are expansive and fine. One can see Woolf eying the impossibilities within which Austen lived, and making a contract.

  • William Faulkner & F Scott Fitzgerald

I suppose that I am messing with you, Dear Reader. Why tie these two together, and why not identify specific works? you may ask. Both wrote with conjuration, with a glint to public access (both went Hollywood, for instance). Both constructed an area, a place, a time. I do not entirely trust either writer, they wielded their work so publicly, yet I admire the possibilities that they unearthed. As I Lay Dying left me wide-eyed with its black humour, and The Great Gatsby performs its own supple engagement. Fitzgerald ended up a train wreck. His other novels are particularly hopeful for acclaim, but his short stories back up Gatsby. Faulkner dedicatedly returned to Mississippi sweat, and would not let go. I like that impetus.

  • War & Peace

The apocalyptic milieu here is hard to beat, and the sight of Napoleon from the other side. The intersection of this world wide plot and Tolstoy’s social concern is instructive. Dostoyevsky deserves mention for an imperative and relentlessness that scorches Tolstoy and most anyone else, but I do not feel strongly enough read in his work to spout off so. Anyway, Anna Karenina bored me for 200 pages then I stopped, I have failed other major works. Madame Bovary did not tickle me as it was supposed to, other books of the ilk left me dry, so that is how I roll.

  • Gertrude Stein

1) Is she a novelist, exactly? 2) Isn’t her whole opus worth consideration? Formidable.

  • Scarlet Letter

Hawthorne created a moody saxophone trio out of Puritan guilt. That plaintive tone is consistent thru out his writing. Of course, Scarlet Letter is a bit wore out, what with so much study in American high schools, but it still stands. Hawthorne was a claustrophobic soul but his writing was supple and engaged, even as he wrung his hands.

  • Patrick O’Brian

I regard the Aubrey/Maturin novels as one very long work. O’Brian did not let plot deter his other excursions. His novels tended to trickle one into the other. It does not come across as a hack bio, as do other series. He places the milieu strongly, ruminates satisfyingly at odd moments and otherwise keeps one interested in the whole of his intrigue. I might liken these works to Tolkien; in both case an instructive approach.

  • Huckleberry Finn

I was not impressed the first time I read this. Its episodic nature did not work for me so much. I read it a 2nd time aloud to my mother, when she was losing her eyesight. Twain’s ear, I found, was very good, and the episodes seemed more natural somehow. Whereas Tom Sawyer becomes tiresome in its boyishness, this novel does not lose its keel.

Also Rans

The heading is facetious. I mean only to imply books that are not quite in my productive wheelhouse.

  • Magic Mountain

A book about extended lassitude. It may be that this book is no marvel but that it has that alarming image of ghostly Hans Castorp trotting into battle. What a hair raising image after his long years in the sanatorium. Buddenbrooks is immensely depressing, and Joseph and his Brothers is a fascinating and involved exercise (2000 words a day). I feel at some loss regarding all the books not written in English here. I know I miss something in every case.

  • P. G. Wodehouse

He wrote thousands of pages about an uncommitted English flake and his overlord butler. One plot will do. The perseverance that that entails is pretty impressive. I lost interest when I learned that he was not just a Nazi sympathizer but a collaborator. It is not like it is news that a novelist, or anyone, can be a dickhead or whatever, but in Wodehouse’s case (or do I mean Bertie Wooster’s case), it proves shattering.

  • Jack Kerouac

As I’ve said afore, I like the idea of Kerouac more than the actuality of his writing. He and his subversive collaborators performed a vital service, I am just not that keen in the resultant writing.

  • Frankenstein

Not to overplay this, but this novel tickles some interesting ideas. It has its awkwardness but Shelley at 19 wrote pretty darn well.