April 27, 2004

Spring is here, and Hopkins is in the air

As with every year since Hopkins poems have been published, new pastiches of his work take to the air like dandelion fuzz to both procreate with other flowers and bother our nostrils. My own Hopkins period ended quite sometime ago -- the fruits of this brief flirtation with the closeted Jesuit are contained in the recently republished (or should we say, resurrected?) Gulf. This is the most successful one, and seems a fitting commentary on this blog and my views on literary "debate" -- or shall we say "grand-standing" -- which I've been both suspicious of and susceptible to since well before my thirties fat. Those of you in the know will recognize the title of this poem as that used by the poet Edward Taylor for his famous -- and very excellent! -- series of poems, written as preparations for his sermons. In fact, the Preparatory Meditations might be America's first "serial poem," and indeed it's best -- a sort of Cantos in embryo.

(And who would have thought you could buy the Preparatory Meditations at Wal-mart? Ah... they must have thought they were Preparatory MediCAtions.)

Preparatory Meditation

Here moment’s moments’ ague
       like ash doth fly
   temperaments
                    (inward spiraling fashion)
                         to the pit
      speechifying no reconciliation with
            New England’s perfidy.
    The boss
of All all
forgets:
           idleness a pitched & parched Winnebago gone
        (& wheel carburetor spark plug) gravewards, wind’s
                    toy
            no ballast.
                  The season’s seasoned savior savors
               nothing like record’s recourse or
                                        pushy preacher’s discourse
                                    pyramiding
                  (peach fuzz) framed
                                              intimately (matted)
                                        lore’s lozenge
                                     in cerebratory time, tuned
                                          weakly.
Weekly
       (arguing stiffly) we
   gambol gambling premise or
                                            promise
                                                            to laxity.

Posted by Brian Stefans at April 27, 2004 12:06 PM | TrackBack
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