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Another view of new American poets.
31 New American Poets
Jack Anderson
G Bishop-Dubjinsky
Besmilr Brigham
Victor Contoski
Gail Dusenbery
Dave Etter
Gene Fowler
Dan Georgakas
John Gill
John Haines
Phyllis Harris
Jim Harrison
Robert Hershon
William M. Hoffman
Emmett Jarrett
Sister Mary Norbert Körte
Robert Lax
Ethel Livingston
Dick Lourie
Clive Matson
Jason Miller
Doug Palmer
Marge Piercy
Alex Raybin
Joel Sloman
Lynn Strongin
John Unterecker
John Stevens Wade
Nancy Willard
Keith Wilson
Jay Wright
Anthologies are always an argument. This was Ron Schreiber’s argument, published
in 1969, with an introduction by Denise Levertov. Schreiber left out, which might have changed
the longevity of this anthology, poets from Donald Allen’s The New American Poetry and Robert Kelly’s A Controversy of Poets, because he wanted to bring newer poets into
the mix. By and large, his argument didn’t
go far, but this anthology did bring John Anderson, John Haines, Jim Harrison,
Marge Piercy, Nancy Willard, and Jay Wright to the conversation, and they
stayed around awhile. What’s
interesting, with these six, is that he was pitching this as something of an
outsider, experimental anthology, and the writers that lasted from it are not
remembered now as experimental poets. That’s
six from 31, though. Time is hard on
anthologies.
He writes of these poets as writers of “Direct Verse”:
“What is happening with direct verse is a continual discovery of new forms. And new forms are important because the form of a poem is the vehicle for its content. As forms expand, so does the vision of poets. . . . .
Well, the poets here are worth listening to, not just for
the ways they sound but because they see clearly. . . . .
and all have found those places where the spirit can exult on rage.”
Here are a couple interesting poems, to give you a feel for
the aesthetic position:
Perspective
Victor Contoski
I love people
she saidfrom a distance.
Everything in perspective.
Look over there toward the horizon.
No, no. More to your
left.
Right where I’m pointing.
See it now,
that black dot in the landscape?
That’s
my love.
‘In the most lightsome darkness’
Sister Mary Norbert Körte
How I would be some night-creature of God
who moves contained in his quiet from mulberry to privet
with little hesitation
the stumble alien to his feet
his swift going sure in
circle, pace, and halt
the step slow as need summons
He knows, this shuttered being
without learning he culls his black hours presses them well
to hunt
to find his seeking
How I would be some night-creature of God
Didn't know Joel was in that one.
ReplyDeleteIndeed he was. The 60s were more interesting than people often now claim they were:
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Joel Sloman
I keep thinking of isolated Long Island estates
with rolling lawns, swimming pools and the distant clinking of plates
on the verandah. The people, always seeming to warn
each other of the rules of behavior: how to eat corn
on the cob, how to walk, talk, drink, and deal
with the inconvenience of nature, the perfect meal
being a criticism of the accidental arrangement of the universe.
All solemnity in America is perverse,
all sophistication, a labyrinth that looks like a necessary
rationale. An identity a gleaming estate, isolated from class, the incendiary
vehicle that makes a true revolution possible. Experience is what we learn
from, not the fantasy of our self-programming, as if only a handful of experiences turn
out to be useful. All blueprints are specks in the
eye of history.
Is it Jack Anderson or Jon Anderson (the former I've never heard of, the latter I adore). I like that Sloman poem. louise
ReplyDeleteNot including poets from the Allen and Kelly anthologies makes sense since this was supposed to be presenting new poets, but it's really surprising there's no overlap with Paul Carroll's The Young American Poets from just a year earlier. Schreiber doesn't mention that ? Reading the list of names at the start of the post I thought that must have been deliberate, and anyway it seems like that would have been the more "direct" competitor.
ReplyDeletep.s. First time, long time. Congrats on having a blog with one of the few comment streams worth reading on all the Internets. Though I do miss Kent (some of his pettier exchanges with Jordan aside).
Louise,
ReplyDeleteIt's Jack. Poet and theater critic for the NYT:
http://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2010/03/robert-hershon-presents-a-poem-by-jack-anderson.html
Interesting. Where did you get this thing? Seems like there was some serious miscalculation going on with these choices in terms of who is still writing etc--I haven't heard of 80% of these folks. But are the poems any good?
ReplyDeleteThis chapbook of Joel's has an unforgivable title but the contents are admirable.
ReplyDeleteI trust any chapbook that Mark publishes :)
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ReplyDeleteI am happy to see Jay Wright on this list--I adore his poetry: I love how immersive it is, and how he is terrific at verse libre and measured, end-rhymed work.
ReplyDeleteadam strauss
Keith Wilson is someone who deserves more attention. He's part of a quasi-neglectorino immediate-wake second-gen Black Mountain-like loose affinity group, though I'm sure it could be put better than that. Howard McCord, Nathaniel Tarn, Carl Thayler, Ted Enslin, Hilda Morley, Ken Irby, others.
ReplyDeleteDave Etter is an interesting case, a poet from the Illinois provinces whose poetry was so purely provincial and dead-pan occasional in flat affect it achieves a kind of Provencal sublimity in reverse. He came to speak to my class at UW/Milwaukee once, when I was a grad student, and only a few years ago I discovered he'd been living for many years in tiny Elgin, Illinois, ten miles down the road from me in Freeport. When I tried to contact him I found out he'd just died.
I had the late John Haines come to read here years back, all the way from Alaska. Before the event I brought him over to my place. He promptly went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and said in a very displeased tone, "What, you mean a poet comes to visit and you don't have any alcohol here?"
Good luck with the Benedikt project, John.
I was John Haines date to a game dinner once in Athens, OH, in 98 or so. I think I was invited because I got along with him, or to give him someone he knew to talk to or something. Anyway, we ate some grouse. It was gamey. He talked interestingly about William Carlos Williams. He had some beer. Maybe some wine. He was pretty deaf by that time. I had to speak in loud, clear tones.
ReplyDeleteI have high hopes for the Benedikt project. Laura Boss (his companion and literary executor) is on board and we both know there’s no money in it . . .
There are a lot of poets, as you note, who have come and gone. The canon is not a contest of the best rising to the top, but a case of the ones with power deciding who rises to the top. I just wish a lot of them had better taste.
Haines's
ReplyDeleteI once ate grouse with Jim Harrison. He'd shot it himself.
ReplyDeleteGamey, wasn't it?
ReplyDelete>I once ate grouse with Jim Harrison. He'd shot it himself.
ReplyDeleteI once sat zazen with Gary Snyder in Freeport, IL. We'd just finished milking some cows at my friend's farm.
Beat that.
Larger motions hide or blur smaller motions.
ReplyDeleteI was standing around the fantail of the Orizaba in the Gulf of Mexico when this guy with a black eye took off his coat, draped it over a deck chair, said a drunken goodbye to all and sundry, and jumped overboard.
ReplyDelete...Nancy Willard??
ReplyDelete--Eli