POETICKS

How am I not completely non-functional today?  Well, I’m posting this entry, aren’t I!  Not only that, but I’ve emptied two tray-shallow boxes of literary effects a little while ago–by throwing out some of the things in them, and filing the others.  I spoke of trying to get mine house in order a week or two ago, and at that time got a good day’s work in toward accomplishing that, but have failed until today to return to the job.  I returned to it because I felt I had to do something and it seemed the easiest thing to do.  It’s a worth enterprise, too: I truly believe half my problems with blahness is due to the way I feel hemmed in everywhere in my house by obligations never taken care of.  My plan now is to get everything either thrown away or filed–i.e., out of sight–except for the very few things I believe I have enough time left to do something meaningful with, like my mathemaku, which I will then be able to focus on.

Okay, now a news item:

Today marks the start of an exciting project at All Things Considered. Each month we’ll be bringing in a poet to spend time in the newsroom — and at the end, to compose a poem reflecting on the day’s news.

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This announcement was posted today at New-Poetry.  Every time I think things couldn’t be worse for serious poets in American, I immediately learn I’m wrong.

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While reviewing my 2011 blog entries, I came on the following “final version” of my life’s-work sonnet, and was astounded that I could have thought it good:

     Sonnet from My Forties

     Much have I ranged the kingdoms Stevens forged
     Of deeply penetrating inquiries
     Into, and deft use of, the metaphor,
     And volumes filled in vain attempts to reach

     The heights that he did. Often, too, I’ve been
     To where the small dirt’s awkward first grey steps
     Toward high-hued sensibility begin
     In Roethke’s verse, or measured the extent

     Of wing-swirled, myth-electric, royal light
     That Yeats achieved, or marveled down the worlds
     That Pound re-morninged splashingly to life,
     But failed as dismally to match their works.

     Yet still, nine-tenth insane though it now seems,
     I seek those ends; I hold to my huge dreams.

The following struck me as much better:

     Sonnet from My Forties

     Much have I ranged the broad-skied latitudes
     That Stevens festivalled his inquiries
     On truth and the imagination to,
     And reams used up in vain attempts to reach

     The heights that he did. Often, too, I’ve been
     To where the small dirt’s awkward first grey steps
     Toward high-hued sensibility begin
     In Roethke’s verse, or measured the extent

     Of wing-swirled, myth-electric, royal light
     That Yeats achieved, or marveled down the worlds
     That Pound re-morninged windily to life,
     but failed as dismally to match their works.

     Yet still, nine-tenth insane though it now seems,
     I seek those ends; I hold to my huge dreams.

But “broad-skied” bothered me.  Nice thought, but I didn’t like the repetition of the d-sound, and “broad” seemed to me low in lyricality.   So, once again I improved it:

     Sonnet from My Forties

     Much have I ranged the large-skied latitudes
     That Stevens festivalled his inquiries
     On truth and the imagination to,
     And reams used up in vain attempts to reach

     The heights that he did. Often, too, I’ve been
     To where the small dirt’s awkward first grey steps
     Toward high-hued sensibility begin
     In Roethke’s verse, or measured the extent

     Of wing-swirled, myth-electric, royal light
     That Yeats achieved, or marveled down the worlds
     That Pound re-morninged windily to life,
     but failed as dismally to match their works.

     Yet still, nine-tenth insane though it now seems,
     I seek those ends; I hold to my huge dreams.

I don’t think I’ll live long enough to improve it more than thirty or forty more times.

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I’ve always had a horrible fear of failure.  I was thinking about that just now as I tried to steel myself to go to war with the Russians.  I’m Greece in a round of Civilization, the world-domination game I spend such an absurd amount of time playing against my computer.  My spies, who are almost always right, tell me the Russians are very weak, and there are other strong indications that I will win a war against them.  Since I’m slightly ahead of the other nations I’m competing with, that should be enough for me to win the game as a whole.  And, good grief, no one will know but I if I fail!  Yet I feel the same way I feel in a tennis match I’m playing in the local seniors league, or when I’m about to submit a poem somewhere.  I’m reminded, too, of the way school tests made me feel, even ones I knew would be no problem for me.  Oddly, I don’t much feel it with these blog entries of mine.  I don’t know why that should be.  I’m submitting specimens of my thinking to strangers.  I guess the fact that my judges are invisible, mute, and few keeps me from thinking about them.  Another factor I just thought of is that no one is keeping score, there’s no definite way I can fail.  Well, unless a few of you made nasty comments about my entries all of a sudden.  But nobody has for ever so long.

Happy pills or alcohol would probably solve the problem.  Unfortunately, anything that would make awareness of failure impossible would also make awareness of success impossible, too.  My temperament is such that irrational hope of success will always trump equally irrational fear of failure, for me.  Even though my greatest feelings of success have been of anticipated success, almost never of actual success. 

Note: after I posted this, I felt a sense of triumph.  That made me realize a trick I learned so long ago that I use it automatically without thinking about it: giving oneself games to play that are almost impossible to lose, in this case, my game of getting a blog entry done every day.  That’s a great lesson for those of you looking for terrific self-help methods!

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I’ve done it again: lost track of something important to me, this time four or more copies of my April to the Power of the Quantity Pythagoras Times Now.  As usual in such cases I can’t imagine what I did with them.  I feel I’ve looked everywhere they could possibly be at least twice.  This time, though, I have no deadlines hanging over me, so am going to try to do something about it: I’m going to put my house in order.  So don’t expect much here for a while.

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According to one astology book well-regarded by people who believe in astrology, around 28 December my career will hit its peak, and remain there for two-and-a-half weeks.  That’s because Saturn will be at my mid-heaven.  Hey, I have to believe in this because nothing else indicates I’ll ever have any kind of career-peak.  Well, except for a Japanese method of predicting a person’s future from his fingerprints.  Mine indicate that my character is such that I will trudge along without recognition until old age when people will begin realizing my true worth. 

Saturn was at my mid-heaven two other times–when I was around ten and when I was around forty.  At ten my IQ test score propelled me to number one among the fourth-graders at Lincoln Elementary School.  Actually, I believe, to number one of all the kids at the school (a small one).  Quite a peak.  At forty I got my B.A. degree in English from Cal State, Northridge.  Summa Cum Laude.  Wow.  At my present age?  Well, there’s the upcoming exhibition of my work at the Arts & Humanities place.  I suppose it will be a vocational peak for me even if no one goes to it.  All will not be lost in that case, for Saturn will go retrograde and hit my mid-heaven going in reverse in September, then come back to hit it again, later.  So I should get three peaks.

 Diary Entry

Wednesday, 21 December 2011, 7 A.M.  I’ve been up and hour.  Want desperately to go back to bed, but don’t, because I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep. 

7 P.M.  As I said in my entry for today, I got it done late, just a little while ago, because I thought I’d already taken care of it.  Otherwise things went pretty well: I finished the two reviews I wanted to get done and also took care of my next Small Press Review column.  I had time to do more but couldn’t push myself to.  I have an essay to write by January.  The one in response to one by Jake Berry I believe I’ve mentioned before.

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