Friday, 11 August 2017

"This is among the most valuable work produced in our time"


The above quote comes from James Merrill and it refers to Theodore Weiss's collected poems (1950 - 1986) titled 'From Princeton One Autumn Afternoon'.

Weiss (1916 - 2003) writes: An ideal I have held before me is a poetry, a language, absorbed in and exploiting its own immense resources yet, at the same time, transparent to the world at large.

Unfortunately for 'the world at large' or in this case the small portion of it that has nothing better to do than to read this humble blog of mine I have to disappoint Mr Weiss and his potential new reader.

My copy of the 436 page tome contains no less than three copyright notices - one inside and two on the back flap. Respecting these Canadian and American notices which contain words like 'no part of this book may be reproduced' and 'all rights reserved' and 'without permission in writing' I cannot help Mr Weiss reach 'the world at large' much as I would like to. And this is unfortunate.

We are living at a time in history when poems like 'Gunsight' (An interior monologue that records, through the voices in him, the sensations and memories of a wounded soldier undergoing surgery) might deserve a wider audience.

Mother, why do you, pale as hoarfrost glimmer-
ing on leaves, my blood upon your lips,
appear?

M. L. Rosenthal says : The book is like a living tree: a talking, thinking, witty, changing, affectionate, serious Weiss-tree, unique in our American poetical garden.

James Dickey calls the poet's work: visionary.

Richard Eberhart speaks of a: richly indexed mind.

Weiss's poetry 'explores the human and natural condition . . . cuts through our individual predicaments and probes such pervasive matters as our historical circumstances, the refugee state most of us are in, the relentless search for basic identity and, finally, the problems of aging and dying'.

The title poem 'From Princeton One Autumn Afternoon' opens and closes:

Dear Zbigniew Herbert,

Someone said all poems compose
one poem. Who's to judge him wrong?

. . .

XXX

                   But as the newest
critics tell us, it's a mistake,
if not a downright fake, to think
a work, whether it be painting,
poem, song, belongs to anyone.
By god

. . .

barefoot into glory,
                                  instantly
immortal, in their name-free works.

                                       Yours,
                                   Theodore Weiss


Thursday, 10 August 2017

Wallace Stevens creating a scene





-  from Wallace Stevens' Esthetique du Mal

                                     XI

Life is a bitter aspic. We are not
At the center of a diamond. At dawn,
The paratroopers  fall and as they fall
They mow the lawn. A vessel sinks in waves
Of people, as big bell-billows from its bell
Bell-below in the village steeple. Violets,
Great tufts, spring up from buried houses
Of poor, dishonest people, for whom the steeple,
Long since, rang out farewell, farewell, farewell.

Natives of poverty, children of malheur,                                            
The gaiety of language is our seigneur.

                            . . .

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Esthetique du Mal is a 14-page poem of 15 verses. The poem is to be found in the collection Transport to Summer which was was published in 1947, and in The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (a book to be treasured) which was published in 1955, the year of Stevens' passing, and awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.

The Malheur Bell was the trademark of the Malheur Telephone Company of Oregon which was founded in 1895 and ceased operations in 2009.




Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Landscape




An acrylic cut and paste job. 



A solution of sorts.   



Two grimly unhappy paintings, a seascape and a landscape, were uncaringly immolated and the sacrificial leftovers uncompromisingly glued together for life. 

With the end result: 





The sea is now the sky.

Destino!


Tuesday, 25 July 2017

And another strange plant . . .







This 3 to 4 foot high plant was found growing alone in an uncultivated area situated between a vineyard and an old quarry in a location not far from the town of Retz (see post below).

Thoughts on what this oddity might be would be very welcome!


Mystery solved!

See 'comments'.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Vineyards, Churches and Ossuaries, and much much more!















The Wineviertel is a wine growing area in the north-east of Austria near Moravia (CZ).

On a recent visit I found an abundance of signposted bicycling routes and scenic hiking trails.

A street of wine cellars

The town of Retz which has a railway station makes a good base.

Retz boasts a Fahrrad Museum - Bicycle Museum.

The posters on the gates mention a special exhibition - 200 Years - The Story of the Bicycle - which runs until 31st October 2017.



Retz - town square

All roads lead to Rome and the Krakau-to-Rome Pilgrims Way passes this landmark: 

The Windmill of Retz 

A wonderful area to visit. Good value for money. And not overwhelmed with tourists! 



Pulkau Waldbad


Thursday, 20 July 2017

le tour




 cycling

through sunflower fields 

              eyes on the road 


Mellow Yellow