“People said that he was an avid philologist, and had a giant file devoted to the word ‘dust,’ and believed that it was imperative to learn Anglo-Saxon.” From Issue 11: Emily Witt on J. H. Prynne. https://t.co/iObSfCrPNM
devastated to hear that the poet J. H. Prynne died this morning. Prynne’s work has been a source of fascination, inspiration, puzzlement, & awe for me since ~2011, when his book Kazoo Dreamboats totally rearranged what I believed poetry could be. His poems are a tremendous gift:
Teaching some flicker films this week—I always find the diagrams for these films very cool. Here's Sharits' diagram for T,O,U,C,H,I,N,G and Lowder's diagram for Poppies and Sailboats
It's been a decade since Jim Harrison passed away at his desk while writing this poem. I don't know where the poem would have gone, but considering the decade to come, "Man shits his pants and trashed God's body" is a hell of a place to end:
While writing his Symphony No. 5, Sibelius wrote in his diary, "It was as if God the Father was throwing pieces of mosaic from the edge of heaven and asking me to figure out what the pattern was.” This symphony is often characterized as organic, natural, heroic, and even divine.