Re: [acornlive] submissions
chneena@tin.it (acornlive@dublinwriters.org)
Wed, 29 Mar 2000 15:59:35 +0200
Liam, you will have me fired. Here I am in my office and instead of
finishing a paper I am distracted by your messages. Thank you again for your
time and comments. Of course you are right. I do tend to look at structures
very attentively and I do like working things over until I feel they are
right...at least for me. Your comment on Thomas Mann is interesting...I
never thought of it like that. Tristia arose slowly after I finished a
translation of Book 1 of Ovid's Tristia and I suppose that looking closely
at Ovid's structures I naturally wanted to tighten my poem as much as I
could, tho' work does not allow me to tighten as much as I would. Poetry for
me too has never had a 'marketability' concern, up to now. But under
hounding pressure from poet freinds in the US I am beginning to release some
to the 'market', to test the waters as it were. I have been delighted with
some responses, not least yours.
Now to your straight question about A Wee Piece: is it a poem? Well, to my
way of doing things, I would venture to say 'not yet'. In a way, you have
gathered the grapes; you have trampled them; and bottled what you got. But
it is not yet wine...tho' could be a pleasant Grape-Juice drink. Worked
over for a few months it would become a Novello (new wine)- which is always
something to look forward to in October/November of each year. Put in a cool
cellar and kept for longer it could become a Vintage...which is something
else again!
Yes I saw in August the enormous changes around Cork city and when we drove
out to Bantry Bay we noticed little change from what I remembered. Bantry
was a disappointment...do you know, I could not find fresh fish when I went
shopping there!!!!
Best wishes...I am taking your comments very seriously.
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> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">Good to hear from you, Old
> Fellow! The fact that you are in Italia fits perfectly into the
> imagery of one of your most recent poems (that you were good enough
to
> allow me to read). That fellow bedecked in white ("Tristia") was
reminiscent of
>
> Death in Venice...I knew I had seen your work before Herr Mann. Perhaps
though,
>
> the films you are watching have much to do with the poetry you are
> writing.</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">Were you here now you
would see
>
> very quickly, Chris, that Corcaigh has changed precious little in her
western
>
> parts (aging has unfortunately brought about a sag here and there in her
> northernmost and southernmost parts). Sinew and blood, marrow and bone,
cad and
>
> cadaver are best expressed by those who can compass them in their words.
> </FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">I do fear a tad for your
poetic
>
> soul; however. Your cautions to me seem to be overly (if not overtly)
> considerations of marketability of a product and thereby constipated as to
what
>
> form a "poem" might take and what fashion it might be expressed in.
> </FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">More to follow in
installment
>
> form...(I do think there is still honor to be had in blooding and being
> blooded...)</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">Forgive me if I trod a bit
too
>
> heavily. I am only a bogman.</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">Liam Ronan</FONT></DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message ----- </DIV>
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> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
black"><B>From:</B>
>
> <A href="mailto:chneena@tin.it" title=chneena@tin.it>Christopher
Neenan</A>
>
> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
> title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> 28 March 2000 21:25</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> R: [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Liam,</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I was not questioning the landscape around
you;
> I
> was asking about the language you used to express it. The poets you are
> reading have much to do with the poetry you are writing. I do not think
you
>
> have any problems with a central theme: I would say you have some
problems
> with moving out of language you think suits that landscape. I envy
your
>
> reading of Pushkin and Lermontov but don't you think Padraic Fallon
might
> better have the language to express even West Cork. Think of his poem
Totem
>
> and Gorteen. Why not try John Clare! it would be a pity if such
wonderful
> insights as yours into that most beautiful place on earth - West Cork
-
> should
> suffer because of somewhat already well-tried vocabulary. What I
love
> about the game of poetry making is the learning
experience.</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Where do I situate? I live in Rome: I
have
>
> been here for many many years. I was packed off to boarding school in
England
>
> at a tender age, leaving behind Fair Hill, Cork as it then was, the old
> Blarney Road, the Back-of-the Bandon, etc. A dear memory is weeping
quietly
> as
> a youngster as I read 'Sweet Cork of Thee' in a rural boarding school in
> Gloucestershire.</FONT></DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message ----- </DIV>
> <DIV
> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
> black"><B>From:</B>
> <A href="mailto:liamronan@esatclear.ie"
title=liamronan@esatclear.ie>Liam
>
> Ronan</A> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
> title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Monday, March 27, 2000 9:27
> PM</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">What poets am I
reading,
> pray tell? I have not read (in any determined way) anyone's poetry in
> perhaps 15 years (other than Alexsandr S. Pushkin and Mikhail
Lermontov),
>
> having been otherwise less sublimely occupied. The rural landscape may
be
>
> part of your past century, Chris, but as I write this reply to
you, I
>
> have "the" landscape that inspired the poem not 50 feet away here in
> Cahermuckee. Come to West Cork sometime and see the Jack Snipe,
Cornkrake,
>
> badger, fox, bog violets, weasels, otters, cuckoos, skylark, seals,
> butterwort, rare mosses, bee orchids, etc. Then talk to me about
landscapes
>
> of the last century. I do not know where you are situate, Chris, but
here I
>
> live in what is loosely termed a village of 44 souls. The first
telephones
>
> arrived in 1975. You had mentioned "conciets" to me in earlier
> correspondence. Perhaps there is more yet left in Ireland than dreamt
of in
>
> your philosophy.</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">-Liam
Ronan-</FONT></DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message ----- </DIV>
> <DIV
> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
> black"><B>From:</B>
> <A href="mailto:chneena@tin.it" title=chneena@tin.it>Christopher
> Neenan</A> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
> title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> 27 March 2000
20:02</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> R: [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>You must look at the poets you are
reading.
>
> The language and rhythms here decidedly 19th century. Put this
beside
> Eavan Boland's Moths just for contrast. Read more W.S.Merwin. If you
want
>
> to use rural landscapes they cannot be of a past
century.</FONT></DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message -----
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> <DIV
> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
> black"><B>From:</B>
> <A href="mailto:liamronan@esatclear.ie"
> title=liamronan@esatclear.ie>Liam Ronan</A> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
>
title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Monday, March 27, 2000
7:22
>
> PM</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT face="Times New Roman">
> <P><STRONG>Well deserved praise, Chris...now suffer through this
> offering of mine if you would. -Liam Ronan-</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG><U>UNTIMELY SEASON</U></STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>A scant three days of South wind's tread</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>have coaxed the ground to boil</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>with gold-crowned dandelion head</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>that twist petulant through soil.</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>A birth so rude, on such untimely bed;</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>delivered swift midst bitter toil.</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>Spring's rough-born child is tinged with
> dread;</STRONG></P>
> <P><STRONG>Nature's breasts in fulsome
> roil.</STRONG></P></FONT></DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message -----
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> <DIV
> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
> black"><B>From:</B>
> <A href="mailto:chneena@tin.it" title=chneena@tin.it>Christopher
> Neenan</A> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
>
title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> 27 March 2000
> 18:03</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> R: [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Thank you for your very very
kinds
> words.
> Particularly after my foray into your 'Wee pee-ce'! I would
gently
> insist on my golden rule for my work inediting economic
> documents...'the customer is always right (even when they're
not!)'.
>
> Thank you again.</FONT></DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message -----
</DIV>
> <DIV
> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
> black"><B>From:</B>
> <A href="mailto:liamronan@esatclear.ie"
> title=liamronan@esatclear.ie>Liam Ronan</A> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
>
title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
>
> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Monday, March 27,
2000
>
> 6:17 PM</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">Gentle; softly
> reflective and refractive. Dainty imagery. If these were
paintings,
>
> I would judge them to be very very soft pastels after the
fashion
> of
> Monet.</FONT><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman"> To
my
> mind,
> the works seem to be permeated by a barely perceptible odor of
> melancholia; however, not to the distraction but rather to the
mild
>
> bemusement of the poet. </FONT><FONT color=#000080
> face="Times New Roman">This is attractive poetry; pleasant
reading;
>
> a pretty floral arrangement in words.</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV><FONT color=#000080 face="Times New Roman">Liam
> Ronan.</FONT></DIV>
> <DIV> </DIV>
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> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message -----
> </DIV>
> <DIV
> style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color:
> black"><B>From:</B>
> <A href="mailto:chneena@tin.it"
title=chneena@tin.it>Christopher
>
> Neenan</A> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
> href="mailto:acornlive@dublinwriters.org"
>
title=acornlive@dublinwriters.org>acornlive@dublinwriters.org</A>
>
> </DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> 26 March 2000
> 14:53</DIV>
> <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> [acornlive]
> submissions</DIV>
> <DIV><BR></DIV>
> <DIV><B><FONT face="Footlight MT Light" size=2>
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> <P>Wind shakes the leaves. They </P>
> <P>move with the sea’s restless</P>
> <P>shiver. This is deep in us.</P>
> <P>We feel it running along</P>
> <P>the waves pulse, ruffling</P>
> <P>like the tug in these lines.</P>
> <P>Fort Camden has the sound</P>
> <P>of herring gulls and waders</P>
> <P>through the elmwood where</P>
> <P>branches bear the heave of</P>
> <P>bracken. I am making land</P>
> <P>that never changes. Of this</P>
> <P>be sure. Chained in the hill’s</P>
> <P>grass a corncrake crackles</P>
> <P>his center of the world. Now</P>
> <P>we know eternity and we</P>
> <P>can walk. Miles and miles</P>
> <P>to the save harbour. We have </P>
> <P>a long rememberance,</P>
> <P>yours and mine. Stride out,</P>
> <P>keep pace and hope we will</P>
> <P>be there before the night falls.</P>
> <P>I will show you stepping</P>
> <P>stones ringed by black water,</P>
> <P>old sounds along the path, an</P>
> <P>old gift of poetry caught up in</P>
> <P>reeds, streams, boglands,</P>
> <P>broken walls of blackberry.</P>
> <P>Quarrel with me like sparrows</P>
> <P>in the yellow gorse. Or climb</P>
> <P>down to the estuary alone. Stare</P>
> <P>at the estuary birds and come</P>
> <P>back with their voice ‘Turly,</P>
> <P>turly, turly’. You know</P>
> <P>how much I love this walk and</P>
> <P>the anxious waiting at the end.</P>
> <P> </P>
> <P> </P><B>
> <P> </P>
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> /B><I></I>
> <P>Will someone not know how</P>
> <P>to say just one thing</P>
> <P>- words have come in alone </P>
> <P>long before we invented them - </P>
> <P>that is both beautiful and true </P>
> <P>and something be lost if I do</P>
> <P>not write you this. Remember </P>
> <P>words are not a minute’s show,</P>
> <P>more like when the wind drops, </P>
> <P>the trees straighten up, </P>
> <P>the sky clears, and water </P>
> <P>carries home the late boats. </P>
> <P>Like when we friends wait </P>
> <P>to wave them in. Seagulls </P>
> <P>catch behind the early </P>
> <P>trawlers fish thrown </P>
> <P>back to sea, waiting all </P>
> <P>night on the quayside.</P>
> <P>Not that this is about </P>
> <P>saying something new </P>
> <P>but getting so there is</P>
> <P>craft between us and we </P>
> <P>see each as we can because </P>
> <P>we cannot see each as we </P>
> <P>would. We wait for morning</P>
> <P>and hear the recitation</P>
> <P>and response of incoming </P>
> <P>tide, small feelings it has </P>
> <P>invented for the great sea,</P>
> <P>that we have not the </P>
> <P>words for, words we </P>
> <P>are delighted with. </P>
> <P>Either way we lose </P>
> <P>things and fly back to </P>
> <P>the boats’ compassion. </P>
> <P>Every word is a new </P>
> <P>longing for harbours to come </P>
> <P>back to. Like ancient ships, </P>
> <P>ancient stories. Let’s gather</P>
> <P>what only we can use and</P>
> <P>leave to the flocks what flocks </P>
> <P>fight for. What is ours is only</P>
> <P>what we cannot do without,</P>
> <P>that greater gift to give</P>
> <P>people forever like a steady</P>
> <P></P>
> <P>wind to sway them </P>
> <P>and that higher gift to move</P>
> <P>and meet, two only</P>
> <P>still longing after night.</P>
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> <P>Ovid from Crosshaven</P></I>
> <P>Sun-light evening, a chair out front</P>
> <P>overlooking Crosshaven harbour,</P>
> <P>clustered yachts and seagulls on a</P>
> <P>bookcase sailing Ovid’s scarlet</P>
> <P>leather tears, final touches to a room.</P>
> <P>Another boat and baskets filled with</P>
> <P>postcards. This house, this place built</P>
> <P>for summer and steep stairs to climb.</P>
> <P>Pay the boatman. Make a list of guests </P>
> <P>expected tomorrow. They won’t be down</P>
> <P>today. Tomorrow I will meet the boat and</P>
> <P>show them over my house. Today I rock</P>
> <P>the chair out front and wait. I have a white</P>
> <P>hat and white coat and walking stick and<U> </U>I</P>
> <P>can make it to the wharf and back. I was </P>
> <P>indicted but of what exactly? I don’t know.</P>
> <P>My books need dusting and my</P>
> <P>words. How all goes rusty near</P>
> <P>the sea, the mind, the memory, names,</P>
> <P>plain English, plain feelings, places!</P></FONT><FONT
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