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Desert(ed) Island Poems #4 – Eddy Burger

Once again, let’s take that trip to solitude. This time we look at the poems that inhabit the Desert(ed) Island of Melbourne’s Eddy Burger.

 

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Henry Reed – Naming of Parts (1946)

This poem is one of a series by Reed entitled Lessons of the War. Naming of Parts was my first ‘favourite poem’, back when I started to write poetry seriously years ago. It’s funny and innovative, which are two qualities I aim for in my own work. I love the juxtaposition between serious military instruction and the poetic references to flowers, nature and sex – there is contrast between subject matter as well as between style of language. It is engaging, appealingly structured, and quite odd.

Read the poem here: http://www.solearabiantree.net/namingofparts/namingofparts.html

 

E. E. Cummings – in Just (1923)

I’ve always liked E. E. Cummings for his unconventional language and structure. In Just- is a wonderful poem. I love its depiction of childhood and the playfulness in its funny expressions and layout. Expressions like mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful are great, as is the funny lame balloonman who whistles far and wee. The poem is simple, innovative, beautiful and so joyous.

Read the poem here: http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1636.html

 

Williams Carlos Williams – This is just to say (1934)

I’m not the first to cite this poem as a favourite, yet I came upon it some time ago and have been enamoured of it ever since. It is so simple yet so evocative. It’s funny in the way he so cheekily confesses to eating the plums, then says how delicious they were, as if to rub it in. And I can really imagine how the plums must have tasted. The fact that this poem mimics a real note adds another dimension to it. I also like the way the poem’s title is also the first line of the poem.

Read the poem here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535

 

Wallace Stevens – A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts (1937)

Stevens is my current most favourite poet. His work is complex yet beautiful, more concerned with the nature of things and obscurer relationships than most poetry. A common theme is the privileging of the subject’s perspective. I see it as empowering the subject and the reader, inspiring freedom and potential through freewill and imagination. We see it in A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts: The trees, moonlight and the whole ‘wideness of night’ is for the rabbit, whilst the local cat becomes no more than ‘a bug in the grass’. It’s such a beautiful, cute, inspiring and funny poem.

Read the poem here: http://www.repeatafterus.com/title.php?i=1026

 

Ania Walwicz – Australia (1981)

Ania’s poetry works well on paper and also sounds great when she reads it, like a crazy child. Since I am a performance poet, among other things, it’s fitting that one of my top 10 particularly lends itself to performance. It’s language is simplistic yet frenetic, satirical and pointed. The naive tone accentuates the ridicule aimed at her subject. Her subject is Australia and its people, which her narrator attacks partly due to not feeling accepted. It echoes sentiments I feel about mainstream society. I love the odd manner of expression and the pace, which employs much alliteration and rhythm.

Read the poem here: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080611035633AAIECTx

 

Les Murray – Bent Water in the Tasmanian Highlands (1983)

Whilst many writers I have chosen might be called modernist, unconventional or whatnot, Les Murray’s poetry is generally more conventional – though this one ain’t. A frequent subject of his is nature and the countryside, for which I feel a particular affinity. This poem is dense, focused on imagery and full of the exuberance of nature. I like the way it is laid out, like prose, with unbroken lines that help convey its relentless pace. I love its pace, reverence of nature, and abstraction, as the flowing of water encompasses the whole land, to the point of evoking of godliness.

 

Robert Frost – To Earthward (1923)

Frost’s work is more conventional but I am very fond of it, particularly this poem. I like its simplicity, beauty and oddness. I feel empathy for its sentiments, but its analogies are so striking, portraying his younger self’s experience of love and nature as so powerful it hurt, compared with the world-weary older self who wishes he was practically crushed against the earth just so he could feel. The poem is not long but absorbing and has me quite mesmerized. It has a rhyming structure, which I’m not usually keen on, but it compliments the poem’s sensuality nicely.

Read the poem here: http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/robertfrost/12107

 

Mona Van Duyn – Falling in love at Sixty-Five (1990)

I came across the poetry of Mona, an American, only recently but really like what I’ve read, particularly this poem. To fall in love at sixty-five is likened to using an overly bright lamp in the bedroom at night, but it’s the most dynamic, feverish description of a lamp I’ve read. There is a beautiful passage describing an earlier experience of love, but then it’s back to the lamp and being barraged by bugs. To try relating it to falling in love makes my mind boggle. I like the poem’s pace and oddness. It is wonderful, innovative and funny.

 

Lewis Carroll – Jabberwocky (1871)

Mum has been quoting Jabberwocky since I was young and I have always loved John Tenniel’s Jabberwock illustration. I love the poem’s strange fantasy world, and its made-up words are innovative and so evocative. Much of my own writing contains fantasy, more literary than genre fantasy, and I find Jabberwocky likewise inspiring, as I do the complete Lewis Carroll books. As well as the poem, I’d like to include Humpty Dumpty’s explanation of the words, plus the Jabberwock illustration. Also, I think I’d prefer the poem in reverse, as Alice finds it; she has to read it through a mirror.

Read the poem here: http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/jabber/jabberwocky.html

 

Guillaume Apollinaire – Horse Calligram (1916)

Since I also produce visual and concrete poetry, this visual poem belongs in my top 10. Its hand-written lettering is arranged to create an image of a horse (its front part). I can’t vouch for its legibility because it’s in French, but calligrams are generally about the thing they portray. It’s inspiring to see something handwritten taking precedence over printed lettering, which would look clunky by comparison. It’s a beautiful image. As a writer with also much experience in the visual arts, I am interested in combining the two. The Horse calligram is the perfect marriage of the two artforms.

View the poem here: http://web.mac.com/jkorenblat/Joshua_Korenblat_Home/Articles_files/Word-picture.pdf

About Eddy:

Eddy Burger is a Melbourne writer of humorous and experimental poetry, fiction, plays and zines. His writing has appeared in local and overseas journals. In 2007 the Melbourne Poets Union published a chapbook of his poetry entitled Funny & Strange, and in 2009, Queensland ’s Small Change Press will publish his poetry collection Impressions of Me.

Find out more:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=732926815
http://www.myspace.com/wordaddicts
edward_burger@yahoo.com.au

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Desert(ed) Island Poems #3 – Amanda Joy

This 3rd chapter of the Desert(ed) Island Poems series has us leaving the east coast and heading for the west, to see which poems Fremantle-based poet Amanda Joy will take with her as she casts off in search of solitude.

 

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Take The I Out – Sharon Olds

When I found Sharon Olds’ poetry I immersed myself in everything I could find by her. It seemed so brave, to use the narrative ‘I’. Which is all her poetry. This poem I return to again and again for it’s juxtapositions of hard to soft, intimate to public. It reminds me that the personal is always political, that the way to the heart is through the heart. I love the way I read it feeling as if I’m being dragged through homes and over steel girders and pine cones. As a poet my heart skips a little at “Take The I Out” I imagine  “I” might predominate a little on a desert island.

Read the poem here:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-the-i-out/ 

There is also a great article I read while searching for the link which is a bit nifty for poets to read http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5892

Digging it In – Dorothy Hewitt
 
This poem is a narrative that feels like home, to me. I love that I can hear the spade turning the soil. I love the way she traces the emotional ties we feel to our roots no matter how far we are/try to be, from them. There is no comfort or solace in this poem. It might remind me to plant some cress seeds I stashed in my pocket before the stranding.

Read the poem here:
http://jacketmagazine.com/12/hewett-3.html

“A” – Louis Zukofsky

I was introduced to this by my grandmother, but it was wordy and daunting as a teenager. When I returned to it a year or so ago I found myself carrying it everywhere reading and rereading it for the sheer pleasure and stimulus of it’s exquisitely crafted sounds and thoughtings. It pulses with rhythm and intellect you feel seeping into your being by some form of literary osmosis.

Found a link to a neat article by Charles Bernstein in Jacket:
http://jacketmagazine.com/30/z-bernstein.html

My Life By Water – Lorine Niedecker

I would bring this one for the sake of my sanity. I find so much more in this poem every time I read it. No word is wasted, the rhythm and syntax tight. Quietly, deliberately so much space is left between the words. I have always felt reading it her deep sense of responsibility to language and words. I like to turn each stanza over and over and admire it’s crafting from every angle.

Read the poem here:
http://www.lorineniedecker.org/poems.html

Rhythm Method – Yusef Komunyakaa

For the sublime thrill of it, over and over and over and over again. Whew! ( I’m assuming I’m alone on this island. )

Read the poem here:
http://www.ibiblio.org/ipa/poems/komunyakaa/rhythm_method.php

The Motive For Metaphor – Wallace Stevens 

I read him quoted once as saying “The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully.” Tough call. There is always such a clear sense of the ungraspable in this poem. Through a strategic indirection, in the Romantic sense, the sublime. The resonance and blur of idea and obscurity, of mood and season.

Read the poem here:
http://www.cityintherain.com/poems/vitalx.html

Possibilities – Wislawa Szymborska

There is enormous generosity in this poem, within the exclusivity there is such open-armed inclusion. Deliciously simple, there is so much space for the reader to drag their own meanings in. It feels ‘wobbly’.I have always found in it a sombre absurdity. It makes me think harder about what comprises a poem.

Read the poem here:
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/poems-4-e.html

Jagardoo – Jack Davis

I need to cheat here and say that I couldn’t pull a poem out of this book and hold it up on its own. I have a first edition hardcover which I would HAVE to take with me as a package. For all that wisdom contained. This book has stayed with me for years, I can’t imagine it ever ceasing to resonate loudly for me. It makes me listen more acutely to the world around me, hones my senses. Might even inspire me to get of my bum and start fashioning my raft from driftwood just to get home.

Words and the Diminution of All Things  – Charles Wright

“The brief secrets are still here,
                            and the light has come back.
The word remember touches my hand,”

There are whole worlds I’ve never seen all wrapped up in ones I have, in this poem. I can unfurl it now and then for an entire panorama. Always good to pack a picnic of “small slices of silence” I’m sure all that sea sound and palm trees in the breeze gets raucous after a whiles.

Read the poem here:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16661

Poem Holding Its Heart in One Fist – Jane Hirschfield

Things that make the mouth water involuntarily, everyday, domestic things, nothing exotic. Simple things we touch and step on and around seemingly inconsequentially.

“The concealment plainly delights”

All the senses engaged in the reading, these quiet moments.. these poolings where the mind is stilled enough to listen. A wonderful meditation/mediation.

Read the poem here:
http://www.poetseers.org/contemporary_poets/jane_hirshfield/janep/poem_holding_its_heart_in_one_fist

 

About Amanda:

Amanda Joy is a poet, writer, installation artist and sculptor living and gardening in Fremantle Western Australia. She is the keeper of a dog called Love and has a great fascination for portals and conduits. She blogs her poetry semi regularly at her website www.littleglasspen.com and www.myspace.com/amanda_joy1970 Her work is included in numerous journals online and every now and then she pops out a little limited edition illustrated chapbook for those who ask nicely. A more sizeable binding of her wordage is gestating.

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