Re: [acornlive] submissions
Liam Ronan (acornlive@dublinwriters.org)
Wed, 29 Mar 2000 16:37:08 +0100
Your letter has given rise to great angst in me, Chris. I shouldn't want to
be responsible for you losing your day job. As for testing the waters in the
States for "market-ability" of poetry, a word of friendly caution might
suffice. In a nation that can market "Invisible Dog Collars", "Pet Rocks",
"Big Macs", and "The Blair Witch Project", the commercial success of a poet
(in and of itself) means nothing. Sad to say, even such grape juice as I
peddle might be mistaken for Vintage and not vinegar over there.
I trust Bantry has always been a bit of a disappointment to you if upon
returning you found it unchanged. Perhaps you found no fresh fish because
you weren't aware of the EU definition of what constitutes "fresh" these
days. Alternatively, having been away from the West for such a long time,
perhaps no one could understand your accent.
Cordially,
Liam
----- Original Message -----
From: <chneena@tin.it>
To: <acornlive@dublinwriters.org>
Sent: 29 March 2000 14:59
Subject: Re: [acornlive] submissions
> 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.
> > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN">
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> > <META content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" http-equiv=Content-Type>
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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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000080 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT:
> 0px;
> > PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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> 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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT:
> 0px;
> > PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000080 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px;
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> 0px;
> > PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px;
> MARGIN-RIGHT:
> > 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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
> 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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000080 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px;
> MARGIN-RIGHT:
> > 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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
> > 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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px;
> > MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE
> > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000080 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px;
> > MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px">
> > <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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> > name=_Toc431971972><A name=_Toc431973056><A
> > name=_Toc431973102>Walking to Fort
> >
>
Camden</A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></
> A><
> > /A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></P></B>
> > <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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> >
>
Return</A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></A></
> P><
> > /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>
> > <P>No place is safe as harbours.</P></FONT><FONT size=2>
> > <P> </P></FONT><B><I><FONT face="Footlight MT Light"
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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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