Archive for January, 2001
Monday, January 15th, 2001
Jan 2, 10:29 p.m.: "beautiful lofty things" — the title of a poem by Yeats. "Everyone's tired of my uproar" — cf. Robert Lowell, "everyone is tired of my turmoil."
Jan 4, 12:12 a.m.: "don't know when I'll be back again" — Peter, Paul and Mary, "Leaving on a Jet Plane."
Jan 5, 12:09 p.m.: various passages from Exodus and Leviticus, and traditional responsorial from Seder.
Jan 6, 1:27 a.m.: "what is past, or passing, or to come" — Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium."
Jan 7, 7:58 p.m.: "here I go, once again" — Sylvia Tyson, "River Road."
Jan 8, 8:09 a.m.: "will you walk out of the air, my lord" — Hamlet, Polonius to Hamlet.
Jan 9, 4:07 p.m.: "everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting" — Beck, "Devil's Haircut." "Life, friends, is boring" — John Berryman, Dream Songs.
Jan 11, 11:43 p.m.: "love doth oft in thousand monstrous forms appear" — Spenser, Faerie Queene.
Jan 14, 1:59 p.m.: "love is all and love is everyone" — The Beatles, "Tomorrow Never Knows." 11:27 p.m.: "summertime scholars" — I was (obviously) thinking of Thomas Paine, The American Crisis no.1, "the summer soldier and the sunshine patriot."
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Friday, January 5th, 2001
(This is off the top of my head, so feel free to add anything I've forgotten)
John Balaban, Words for my Daughter
Kim Addonizio, The Philosopher's Club
Li-Young Lee, Rose
Rebel Angels, ed. Mark Jarman and Dave Mason (anthology)
New American Poets of the 90s (anthology)
Amiri Baraka, Transbluesency
Tony Hoagland, Donkey Gospel
Maurya Simon, Speaking in Tongues
Derek Walcott, Omeros
Edward Kamau Brathwaite, Islands
Philip Levine, What Work Is
Marilyn Hacker (anything)
Molly Peacock (anything)
Mary Oliver, Dream Work
online poets:
Vanessa Marsh (esp. Womb Words)
Michael McNeilley
(and a bunch more — I'm tired)
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Monday, January 1st, 2001
December 15, 5:54 p.m.: "Everything I've written seems like straw" — St. Thomas Aquinas.
December 16, 5:31 a.m.: "That is why I am clumsy, for lack of love" — from the movie Wings of Desire. "To Carthage then I came …" — St. Augustine, Confessions (rather famously quoted in "The Wasteland"). "The world is ugly, the people are sad" — Wallace Stevens.
December 17, 9:10 p.m.: "Last Words" — cf. Sylvia Plath's poem "Last Words."
December 20, 3:49 p.m.: "I got more stories … " and "I got money like Charles Dickens" — Beastie Boys, "Shadrach".
December 21, 5:05 p.m.: "Boring, Sidney, boring" — from Sid and Nancy. "Waves and radiation" — Don Delillo, White Noise. 8:25 p.m.: "Yeah, I said. Yeah, yeah, yeah …" Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
December 23, 12:42 a.m.: "Oh well, what the hell" — Joseph Heller, Catch 22.
December 24, 12:05 a.m.: "I wash and wash and cannot come clean" — Macbeth.
December 27, 11:56 a.m.: "a drunkard is a dead man …" — Yeats, "A Drunkard's Praise of Sobriety."
Dec 28, 2:20 p.m.: "Auld Lang Syne" — because nobody remembers this, I'll point out that this is by the Scots poet Robert Burns.
Dec 30, 8:19 p.m.: "But desire still cries …" — Sir Phillip Sidney, Astrophil and Stella. I believe the actual line is, "But ah, Desire stille cries, 'Giue mee some foode.'"
Dec 31, 11:05 p.m.: "Come forth" — John ?:?. Jesus to Lazarus.
Jan 1, 1:50 a.m.: "Vous etes …" — this happened exactly as I described it, but later I discovered that Drew was paraphrasing Jean Cocteau.
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