Tim says to John Hill, on “Huntress”: “Johnny UK, my late partner Alan Sullivan, who attended the death, always choked up at that last line.” I agree, but the one that really gets me is the end of “Perro del Amo”: Vaya con Dios, love/ you were the dog of God.” Here is the Magdalaenian …
Tag: Poetry
Tim Murphy
In a just world, North Dakota’s Tim Murphy would be not just the Poet Laureate of his beautiful Siberian state, our truest North; he would be the Poet Laureate of the USA. Good (but lesser) honored real poets, like Dana Gioia, know and say this,.. But like any cradle Catholic, even one lapsed or “relapsed”, …
C J’s latest project
C J Hadley came over as a young girl from Birmingham in England, and worked at Car and Driver magazine in its legendary years, when the late David E Davis ran a strong stable of writers and illustrators. It may be advancing age, but I think magazines were more colorful then, perhaps because they were …
A little poetry
An excerpt, a vision of Elysian fields by Tim Murphy. He has a HUGE collection coming out next year– watch for it. Forests and fields lie just north of the Gulf, teeming with boar and hunted by the wolf. We rack our spears at sunset. Songs are sung, and all the hunters and their dogs …
Another Poet
Tim Murphy is not just one of our finest living poets, and the only one I know who celebrates what I have called “our Siberia”, the chilly plains of North Dakota. He is a living rebuke to stereotypes: a farmer, a businessman, a Yale graduate who studied under Robert Penn Warren; a classicist who writes …
Coursing Poem
The sporting poem lives– in several forms, but I like it that it does in our own vernacular and non-academic culture, not just as a barely- living remnant in England. By Dave Isely, of the threatened California coursing culture, sent by his wife Robin:
Found Poem
Recently there has been a small revival of the odd early twentieth century writer Robert Chambers, especially his “King in Yellow” a sort of pre- Lovecraft, atmospheric, semi- horror tale with a fin- de- siecle air about it– think old Howard crossed with Beardsley or Wilde, though not as good. I saw a battered copy …
Poetry
From Larry Gavin’s new collection The Initiation of Praise: My Reader My reader is part of a small club like those who fancy terriers and the taking of game to ground. My reader stumbled on this book by accident because of a mistransposed order number or an absent minded librarian that was thinking about fishing …
Magdalena’s Poet
Bruce Holsapple wasn’t born here any more than I was (“I’m not from here/ I just live here”– James McMurtry); but sooner or later you make your stand. Would you not credit Gary Snyder and his adopted watershed in the dry Sierra, or me in my Querencia? Bruce has been here long enough to put …
Hunter’s Song
Kittinguharmiut Song As I recall once moreThe time I drifted outOn an off-shore windAnd believed I was in danger, I recall again my fears,Those small ones I thought so big,For all the things I hadn’t yetAccomplished in my life. Yet there is only one big thingThat truly matters: to liveTo see the great day that …