tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post3517396006065637683..comments2024-03-19T21:14:01.007-07:00Comments on The Compass Rose: Jack Gilbert - It's Later Than You Think [Part III]Curtis Favillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-37338639498033749272010-05-09T01:09:52.362-07:002010-05-09T01:09:52.362-07:00jack is a dozen years older than me but when i kne...jack is a dozen years older than me but when i knew him i was in my 30's and in lawrence fixel's living room we met with laura ulewicz, ray carver, morton marcus, nanos valaoritis, shirley kaufman, leonart bruce, josephine miles sometimes (and once harold norse --what a mess that confrontation w/jack was). jack was so swell with me. and later i spent so much time with michiko and before that others. jack was a mix: one time he and i drove down to palo alto in a car borrowed i think from ruth witt-diamant and my mom was with us --going down to her place in mountain view-- and he spoke of his mom (who supported jack on her senior pittance from pittsburg, as harold norse's mom did from her new york jobs cleaning offices)and heard jack refer to his mom objectively as a peasant. a peasant. i still think of that and of my mother hearing it and i wonder if she thought i felt about her that way. no. i thought then that jack is an ass maybe but he will never again be my friend. i thought "my mother is not a sub human. nor is yours. maybe you are." i knew laura ulewicz pretty well. knew about her when i lived in london for a time from the book of hers and her reputation there before she move back to the usa to san francisco where she worked with 'the diggers' in the haight and had her own "i thou" coffee shop. i met her at lawrence fixel's place on parnassus heights on high willard street where i met jack and shirley and nanos, and ray and maryanne, and so many more now drifting into the fogs. i love the jack who was so swell. but not the one who was elevated. not the wone who lived creating the myth of the self and the myth of "he marriage that failed" --the marriage failed, not the lovers. oh the enfeciated mind! the loss of humanity that was there to accompany the great and greatly narrow gift. <br /><br />edward mycueedward mycuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01833859419106695089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-42901345518043675032010-05-05T13:21:16.408-07:002010-05-05T13:21:16.408-07:00Jack Gilbert is a rare poet of economy and passion...Jack Gilbert is a rare poet of economy and passion, of the tightening of the bud equal to the unfolding. There are so many excellent Gilbert poems one does not know where to begin but I return again and again and begin with "The Abnormal Is Not Courage". Thank you for your three-part postings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-51788759921208135542010-04-11T08:09:31.883-07:002010-04-11T08:09:31.883-07:00I "did" a Bee ... once...
http://poetry...I "did" a Bee ... once...<br /><br />http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook3-6June08/images/haiga01EdBakerbumble_bee_002.JPG<br /><br /><br />after he "stung" me he died!<br /><br />He would have been better served reading<br /><br />Thich Nhat Hanh 's book<br /> ANGER<br />Wisdom for Cooling the FlamesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-20393173000516581912010-04-11T05:35:02.825-07:002010-04-11T05:35:02.825-07:00Rain on trees, empty
piazzas in small towns floode...<i>Rain on trees, empty<br />piazzas in small towns flooded with sun.</i><br /><br />Me gusta esto<br /><br /><br />He uses relies on the passive so much, however, like many "confessional" p**ts--"is" izz not so p**tic--colloquializes things (<i>...re-write in active voice with strong verbs, mr Gilbert, for a higher grade...</i>)--izz also presents...logical difficulties (the izz of predication is not the izz of identity...trip on dat Ed-Bee)Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567400697675996283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-47439873688356088052010-04-10T18:20:34.919-07:002010-04-10T18:20:34.919-07:00Kirb:
What a shame.
Great poems.
Maybe not a pr...Kirb:<br /><br />What a shame.<br /><br />Great poems.<br /><br />Maybe not a prince, but a hell of a poet.Curtis Favillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-60516524525020998352010-04-10T17:11:53.321-07:002010-04-10T17:11:53.321-07:00"Amid the primary colors of the island, he wi..."Amid the primary colors of the island, he will<br />become a fine thing, perhaps, but a different one."<br /><br />the colors (of the islands and their towns) are Blue and White and of stone . <br /><br />every year places like Mykynos and Lindos, <br />the stone walls are refreshed with new white-wash. of course, the sky, the Aegean are a certain Blue... always<br />and the mountain to go down from to fish and catch<br />are colors in the Greek flag/mindEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-16117869447559137272010-04-10T10:58:24.556-07:002010-04-10T10:58:24.556-07:00Don't like his poems at all.Don't like his poems at all.Kirby Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05952289700191142943noreply@blogger.com