Monday, January 12, 2009

"A Blizzard of One" - Mark Strand

Because I believe that form and meaning are inseparable, I'll just talk about the form: a loose iambic meter that doesn’t break syllabically or accentually but by phrase. Comes from years of writing iambic pentameter, then letting out the reins a little. Except of course for the villanelles, the second of which is sublime. “Some Last Words” = sublime. Only poem I don’t like is the one for Joseph Brodsky—the stuff about “where the self goes” is pretty uninteresting. Love the Delirium Waltz pantoums, especially the first one. And in the last one, the way he makes the phrases interact/interconnect is amazing.

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