I first discovered Redhawk through New Edition bookshop when it was on the café strip in Fremantle, they always had the best poetry section of any bookshop in the state, not sure if they still do but Borders in the city has a good range. I picked up a copy of the Art of Dying and I loved what I read, had to take it home with me. The copy I brought has page 69 torn out; that poem must be really good, I hope whoever has it really appreciates it. It's hard to pick a favourite from the book, for me Redhawk is good everywhere but I've been thinking about this poem all week so here it is.
Who's your favourite poet/favourite poem? Let me know in the comments, I love to discover new poets through peoples recommendations.
Some Meditations on the Art of Poetry
Given 2 good choices, both unfettered
in their meaning, the simpler is better.
Mastery of rhyme was understood by Frost:
impossible to say which rhymed word came first;
that rhyme is most sound
which surprises when it's found.
Irony is the rarest of quality in verse,
wit next; their absence is a curse.
Brevity is not only the soul of wit,
no virtue in verse overshadows it.
If the queen of virtue is brevity,
her handmaiden is humility.
Who things they've found the truth, hesitate
and when they write it down, understate.
If the choice is form or meaning,
form needs weaning.
Real art is hard, but the hardest part is
ars celare artis.
What is seen in great poems as art
is in truth the urgency of the heart.
Those who believe they are the source
sew the seeds of their remorse;
those who serve something higher
step into a holy fire
where they burn.
This is what the best poets learn.
The secret to revision is well known:
cut it to the bone.
The secret to reading well:
risk the whisper, conserve the yell;
let the poem create the spell,
chatter in-between is mostly hell;
keep it shy of an hour,
and mix wit with power,
with comic relief.
From the Art Of Dying by Redhawk
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
For a while now my computer has been screaming like a banshee every time I've turned it on. I thought it was had the bomb, on it's way out, kaput. It would start off quietly enough but slowly get louder and louder until it was unbearable. I complained about it at work the other day and someone suggested that maybe it needed a bit of de-dusting. I scoffed at the idea because it's never been in any particularly dusty environment. But since I was on holidays this week and I had to move the compressor (we recently moved house and the compressor was still at the old place) and it gave me the excuse to go to the hardware shop (a treat in itself) and buy one of those funky blowing attachments I thought I would give it a go. I got all the bits home performed the essential assembly and then introduced the computer to the compressor. Wasn't there some dust and lint and, well stuff in there! I could hardly breathe for a few minutes. The blower attachment worked a treat and you know what? The computer is back to it's old quiet self now. I never thought the power tools in the garage could fix computer problems before, I wonder what other problems I can solve, the angle grinder hasn't been used for a while...