PopMuse: Poems http://popmu.se Musings of stuff en-us Copyright 2007-2019 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ A NOVEL IS ANOTHER KIND OF WRITING [by Peter Fortunato] http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/zneLaMHGR78/the_best_american_poetry~A-NOVEL-IS-ANOTHER-KIND-OF-WRITING-by-Peter-Fortunato.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/zneLaMHGR78/the_best_american_poetry~A-NOVEL-IS-ANOTHER-KIND-OF-WRITING-by-Peter-Fortunato.html Mon, 18 Nov 2019 17:24:48 UTC Peter Fortunato at The Best American Poetry So I wrote a novel, and it’s just been published: Carnevale. The name means “carnival” and it refers to a gala masquerade party held at the family run, Italian American restaurant of the protagonist’s childhood. Sure, this part is based on my own youth, but no, the book isn’t truly autobiographical. I have mined some of the same material from my Italian heritage before in my poetry, but a novel is different—let me explain.��������Related StoriesPeter Fortunato, Guest Author November 18-22� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ Helen Forrest and I wish you a happy birthday, Johnny Mercer http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/e10KKoHPgsw/the_best_american_poetry~Helen-Forrest-and-I-wish-you-a-happy-birthday-Johnny-Mercer.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/e10KKoHPgsw/the_best_american_poetry~Helen-Forrest-and-I-wish-you-a-happy-birthday-Johnny-Mercer.html Mon, 18 Nov 2019 12:40:00 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry ��������� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ Peter Fortunato, Guest Author November 18-22 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/FIQpKKszq-w/the_best_american_poetry~Peter-Fortunato-Guest-Author-November.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/FIQpKKszq-w/the_best_american_poetry~Peter-Fortunato-Guest-Author-November.html Mon, 18 Nov 2019 02:16:40 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry This week we welcome Peter Fortunato as our guest author. Peter grew up in Wappingers Falls and Poughkeepsie, New York at a family run restaurant and resort much like the one in his novel, Carnevale (Fomite Press, November 2019). Peter's father was a stage magician and singer and his mother an extraordinary seamstress and cook. He is a poet, painter, performer, ceremony maker, and hypnotherapist, recently retired from teaching at Cornell University and Ithaca College.Peter has been a Buddhist for many years, as well as a shaman, Reiki master practitioner, and Tarot mage. His poetry collections include Entering the Mountain (Cayuga Lake Books, 2019) and Late Morning (Cayuga Lake Books, 2013). Find out more about Peter here and follow him on facebook here. Welcome, Peter. -- sdl��������Related StoriesLong Live Noir -- and No R [by David Lehman]� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ Beautiful Dreamer: Lawrence Tibbett and Frank Sinatra on the radio (1945) http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/9R0ioVIRRLo/the_best_american_poetry~Beautiful-Dreamer-Lawrence-Tibbett-and-Frank-Sinatra-on-the-radio.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/9R0ioVIRRLo/the_best_american_poetry~Beautiful-Dreamer-Lawrence-Tibbett-and-Frank-Sinatra-on-the-radio.html Sat, 16 Nov 2019 14:12:00 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry Lawrence Tibbett, the great baritone, a mainstay of the Metropolitan Opera, was born on November 16, 1896. Happy birthday, Larry. "Beautiful Dreamer" is one of Stephen Foster's greatest serenades (1864). Jonathan Guyot Smith sings it here:��������Related Stories"And the Angels Sing"� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ Nabokov on Chess http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/Fqd5Wlgs0gg/the_best_american_poetry~Nabokov-on-Chess.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/Fqd5Wlgs0gg/the_best_american_poetry~Nabokov-on-Chess.html Fri, 15 Nov 2019 21:49:00 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry You wrote this marvellous novel The Luzhin Defence: are you a very good chess player? And what do you think of [Bobby] Fischer’s attitude? Forty years ago I was a good enough player of chess, not a grandmaster, as the Germans say, but a club player sometimes able to set a trap for a heedless champion. What has always drawn me in chess is the trick move, the hidden combination, and that’s why I gave up live play to devote myself to composing chess problems. I don’t doubt that there exists an intimate link between certain mirages of my prose and the texture, at once brilliant and obscure, of enigmatic chess problems of which each one is the fruit of a thousand and one nights of insomnia. I especially like so-called suicide problems, where White forces Black to win. Yes, Fischer is a strange being, but there’s nothing abnormal in the fact of a chess player’s not being normal. There was the case of the great player Rubinstein, at the start of the century: an ambulance would drive him each day from the insane asylum, his home, to the caf� room where the tournament was taking place, and then drive him back to his dark cell after the game. He didn’t like to see his opponent, but an empty chair across the chessboard also irritated him, so they put a mirror there, and he saw his own reflection. See https://www.the-tls.co.uk/articles/public/melting-with-tenderness/��������Related StoriesLydia Davis Thrives, We Thrive [by Angela Patrinos]� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ Lydia Davis Thrives, We Thrive [by Angela Patrinos] http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/3fHMMX-BFPk/the_best_american_poetry~Lydia-Davis-Thrives-We-Thrive-by-Angela-Patrinos.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/3fHMMX-BFPk/the_best_american_poetry~Lydia-Davis-Thrives-We-Thrive-by-Angela-Patrinos.html Fri, 15 Nov 2019 18:05:00 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry If you want to pack the house, invite Lydia Davis. The prose poets claim her, the fictionists claim her, and the translators show up to give her a cold, admiring eye. Indeed, 150 people crowded into Room 510 last night for the New School’s first poetry forum of the fall 2008: Lydia Davis, moderated by David Lehman David Lehman and Lydia Davis have known one another since their Columbia University days and it was this familiarity that made the evening a treat and a generous affair. Lydia (who looked lovely in a pale blue scarf and librarian glasses) didn’t read anything from her most recent collection Varieties of Disturbance, a book that was nominated for the 2007 National Book Award. She read from works in progress, saying, “Maybe this will inspire you to write, because you’ll think ‘this isn’t so great, I can do better.’” She read sections from something called “The Dreadful Mucomma” (I’m afraid I didn’t catch the word) about a family’s troubles in a foreign country. Afterward, she told us that she didn’t yet know what sequence to put the sections in. “The end could be the beginning and the beginning could be the end.” Later still, in conversation with David and in reference to a novel that she wants to write in form of a grammar book, she said, “I just have to think up a plot.” This is what I mean by generous. Because, often enough, a student writer will hear an established writer say, “Oh, I always know how to start and end a piece, and I pretty much know what’s going to happen in between” and so for a MacArthur Fellow to tell us that for her it’s all fluid, and that ‘all it needs is a plot,’ truly is inspiring. She read sections from a piece called “Cows” that comes from her close observations of the variety of behaviors of the three cows that live in the field across from where she lives in Upstate New York. She read a piece wherein the narrator, suffering from a dislike of George Friedrich Handel, a composer that her husband and her friends adore, seeks help from a Handel therapist. During the question and answer period between David and Lydia, she talked about translating Madame Bovary, a translation that will be finished at the end of the year. She said that when she first read Madam Bovary, she didn’t understand what all the fuss was about, why it was considered a masterpiece. It was only after reading it in French that she got it. The Norton Critical Edition, she said, is terrible, as is the Oxford. “Reviews of a translation that don’t compare the work to the original are useless,” she said. Lydia told us when she was working a novel which she referred to as Novel One, she was simultaneously working on Novel Two, a novel about writing Novel One, and eventually Novels One and Two came together as The End of the Story,...��������Related Stories"And the Angels Sing"� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ What Next for the Market? [by Jonas Swedenborg] http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/RjZeFDQ9q2c/the_best_american_poetry~What-Next-for-the-Market-by-Jonas-Swedenborg.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/RjZeFDQ9q2c/the_best_american_poetry~What-Next-for-the-Market-by-Jonas-Swedenborg.html Fri, 15 Nov 2019 02:55:36 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry Jonas Swedenborg is the pseudonym of a financial manager we know from college days. Every so often, we cajole him to writer a few words for the blog that will reflect the thinking of the Street without getting him into hot water. -- DL >> I asked my old classmate what he thought of the wealth tax. This is what he said: ��������Related StoriesOn Veterans Day [by Stacey Lehman]� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ "And the Angels Sing" http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/X_Xrofzk-QY/the_best_american_poetry~And-the-Angels-Sing.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/X_Xrofzk-QY/the_best_american_poetry~And-the-Angels-Sing.html Thu, 14 Nov 2019 22:12:00 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry Music by Ziggy Elman (trumpet solo) Lyrics by Johnny Mercer The Benny Goodman Orchestra Martha Tilton (vocal solo), whose birthday this is��������Related StoriesWhat Next for the Market? [by Jonas Swedenborg]� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ New Work from David Alexander http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/9GykxjgJDGQ/the_best_american_poetry~New-Work-from-David-Alexander.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/9GykxjgJDGQ/the_best_american_poetry~New-Work-from-David-Alexander.html Tue, 12 Nov 2019 17:48:05 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry We hear from the artist David Alexander: >>>��������Related StoriesMet Percent: Week Ten [by Alec Bernstein]� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ On Veterans Day [by Stacey Lehman] http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/J1R1eTd4IRA/the_best_american_poetry~On-Veterans-Day-by-Stacey-Lehman.html http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/J1R1eTd4IRA/the_best_american_poetry~On-Veterans-Day-by-Stacey-Lehman.html Mon, 11 Nov 2019 14:24:24 UTC The Best American Poetry at The Best American Poetry My dad landed on Omaha beach, not as part of the first wave, thank god, or I probably wouldn't be here, but later, to clean up. He went on to fight in the Battle of the Bulge and to liberate a concentration camp. Like so many others, he enlisted, a tough street kid from the Bronx, the child of Eastern European immigrants. During boot camp, he was court-martialed for striking an officer who called him a dirty kike. Though he was acquitted, he got shipped out soon after without having completed his training. I don't know much about his service, not because he was particularly reticent but because he died suddenly at 50, before I was mature enough to imagine my parents had lives worth learning about. How I regret that I never asked him about those years. Anyone who has tried to get WWII military records knows that a fire destroyed many of them. All I have are the things he carried, a French-English dictionary, a guide to Europe, and, oddly, a copy of Don Quixote, in Spanish. Several years ago, I gathered these mementos together and along with a few photographs asked Star Black, the brilliant poet, photographer, and collage artist to make something of them. A few weeks later she presented me with three collages, one of which is shown here. That's my dad in the middle, looking handsome, and so young! In the upper left is a page from his guidebook in which he wrote a list of the places he fought his way through, ending with "and a funeral in some god-forsaken place." The picture on the right is of his dog tag, which I recently discovered while cleaning out my mother's place after she died. My father's name was Hyman Horowitz. When he and his brothers returned from the War, they believed they would have an easier time finding work if their names weren't "so Jewish." Thus, Hyman became Huy, and Horowitz became Harwood. One of the more moving accounts of life as an infantryman during WWII can be found in Roll Me Over, by Raymond Gantter. Ganttner was a teacher who decided to turn down his third deferment. He was unfit for officer status so he joined the infantry as a private. His service was almost identical to that of my father's. Here's a passage: It is the slow piling up of fear that is so intolerable. Fear moves swiftly in battle, strikes hard with each shell, each new danger, and as long as there's action, you don't have time to be frightened. But this is a slow fear, heavy and stomach filling. Slow, slow . . all your movements are careful and slow, and pain is slow and fear is slow and the beat of your heart is the only rapid rhythm of the night . . . a muttering drum easily punctured and stilled.��������Related StoriesA Poem for Veterans Day� http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/