Kingfisher
 a Journal of Northwest Art and Literature
 

Dedicated to the appreciation of poetry, fiction, painting,
 literary criticism, drawing, sculpture, music, movies, video,
 but not exclusively what is produced in the Pacific
 Northwest of the United States

 

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 Spring 2008 ,Volume Seven, Number Two, First Edition
 
Copyright  2008 Kingfisher Press

NEW POEMS


w s merwin

Our favorite poet remains W. S. Merwin, who is now 80. Though he could well rest on his laurels, he continues to produce at a young poet's rate, including these three short poems (a form he is master of) from the The New Yorker, (used without their permission):

RAIN LIGHT

All day the stars watch from long ago

my mother and I am going now

when you are alone you will be all right

whether or not you know you will know

look at the old house in the dawn rain

all the flowers are forms of water

the sun reminds them through a white cloud

touches the patchwork spread on the hill

the washed colors of the afterlife

that lived there long before you were born

see how they wake without a question

even though the whole world is burning

Not even a final period, marking the end of the sentence and the poem? Fraid not. This is one of Merwin's characteristic styles, which I admit takes some getting used to. Not always, but long ago, the poet discarded usual punctuation in favor of run-on lines that contain their own syntactical rhythm.

It may take some getting used to, but quickly seems next to normal, and of course there are line endings that in themselves form a kind of punctuation. And, after a bit, how normal, how natural, his poetical lines read, without the interruption and stigma of commas, semis, dashes, and even periods.

NEAR FIELD

This is not something new or kept secret

the tilled ground unsown in late spring

the dead are not separate from the living

each one has one foot in the unknown

and cannot speak for the other

the field tells none of its turned story

the dead made this out of their hunger

out of what they had been told

out of the pains and shadows

and bowels of animals

out of turning and

coming back singing

about another time

Okay, children: here is a little game. (I am not condescending; we are all little children when it comes to reading poetry, and that childlike naivety is required for  a sincere approach.)

The game goes: copy and paste the poem to a blank page, then YOU punctuated it. You may be doing Merwin a favor, but I think not. And then you will see, as I did, the natural flow of words and how they can be foolishly interrupted, and even destroyed, with the best of intentions. (Though, I admit, I am tempted, here and there, to add even a modest comma, and sometimes a less-than-modest semi or full stop. That would be wrong, and so I don't.)

And now, the promised third poem. It is a bit longer, but very fine:

A SINGLE AUTUMN

The year my parents died
one that summer one that fall
three months and three days apart
I moved into the house
where they had lived their last years
it had never been theirs
and was still theirs in that way
for a while

echoes in every room
without a sound
al the things that we
had never been able to say
I could not remember

doll collection
in a china cabinet
plates stacked on shelves
lace on drop-leaf tables
a dried branch of bittersweet
before a hall mirror
were all planning to wait

the glass door of the house
remained closed
the days had turned cold
and out in the tall hickories
the blaze of autumn had begun
on its own

I could do anything

He could do anything, but we had better not, such as perform the punctuating exercise recommended above, for this poem comes as close as possible to perfection, and even a well-intended comma inserted by a semi-pro would, well, greatly disturb its flow, but not destroy it. It cannot be much harmed because it is so strong, so perfectly executed, that it is nearly impervious to harm.

I hate paraphrase and poetical analysis and see them mostly as learning tools (learned from Ted Roethke, incidentally), but sometimes they are necessary, as is historical or bibliographic knowledge of the poem or the poet's life, but in the instance of Merwin's poem about his parents, we need no more than what the poem provides.

The images are singular and unique. They are particular and personal, all that is necessary to understand this poem, and to point them out seems to me not only redundant but stupid. There they are, for all to see. All one has to do is be able to read basic English, and I should suppose an immigrant with even a cursory knowledge of our common language would respond strongly to the emotional content of this poem, for we all have (had) parents, and they die, as we must, in turn, and we must live in the house of memories, joyous or otherwise, for our remaining days.

And those days eventually grow short, shorter.

Copper Canyon Press has published Merwin's Migration: New and Selected Poems, which is in effect his collected, though like all good poets he continues to publish (see above) copiously, into his old age. 545 pages, $40 in hard cover (currently sold out).

But there is a new quality paperback edition out at $24, available from Amazon for $16.32, which we highly recommend. A bargain, when you consider the quality and the page count.

See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._S._Merwin

 

 

 

WAR AND PEACE. . . REDUX

 

War and Peace, the Russian version


Vyacheslav Tihonov as Prince Andrei and Ludmila Savelyeva as Natasha lead the grand ball. (Actually, the blonde is Kira Golovkolvanova, who plays Pierre's unfaithful wife.)


Actor/Director Sergei Bondarchuk as Pierre of the Russian-produced 1969 epic film of Tolystoy's great novel, now on DVD in four discs, with a cast of 120,000 and a production budget of $100 million.
 How long? Try 415 minutes

Roger Ebert writes, some 39 years ago: "It is easy enough to praise director Sergei Bondarchuk for his thundering battle scenes, or his delicate ballroom scenes, or the quality of his actors. But these were almost to be expected. What is extraordinary about "War and Peace" is that Bondarchuk was able to take the enormous bulk of Leo Tolstoy's novel and somehow transform it into this great chunk of film without losing control along the way. The trouble with a lot of long epic films is that the makers can't keep everything in hand. Many a film is smothered by its own production. . . .


Bondarchuk, however, is able to balance the spectacular, the human, and the intellectual. Even in the longest, bloodiest, battle scenes there are vignettes that stand out: A soldier demanding a battlefield commendation, a crazed horse whirling away from an explosion, an enigmatic exchange between Napoleon and his lieutenants. Bondarchuk is able to bring his epic events down to comprehensible scale without losing his sense of the spectacular. And always he returns to Tolstoy's theme of men in the grip of history."


http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19690622/REVIEWS/906220301/1023


The splendor alone might be enough, but there is much more

And Quiet Flows the Don, 1957 (5 hrs, 30 mins)

Starring: Pyotr Glebov, Elina Bystritskaya, Zinaida Kiriyenko
Director:
Sergei Gerasimov

 Quiet Flows the Don

 

Pretty good flick, if you like Russian literature and enjoy seeing it lovingly converted to film. It was a  hard novel to follow, and the movie fairly faithfully follows the complex plot that spans the decades that experienced World War I, the Russian Revolution, and the Russian Civil War that brought Lenin and Trotsky into power, then into disfavor.

The novel was confusing to many of us, back in our school days, and the film lives up to that Russian tradition of commensurate bafflement and befuddlement, but it is good, long entertainment and fills up several winter nights wonderfully.

Siberiade, 1979 (4 hrs, 20 mins)

Starring: Nikita Mikhalkov, Lyudmilla Gurchenko, Vitaly Solomin
Director:
Andrei Konchalovsky

  Siberiade

Not so delightful as the flow of the Don, but good, in  its own peculiar way, this film brings the Russian history saga almost up to modern times, and would be important if only for that, but offers more, much more, as we gain a strong impression of what rural life must have been like back in the days of World War II and the powerful changes war wrought in the vast rural wasteland of Siberia and its people, who return from battle greatly changed and sophisticatedly grown.

Meanwhile, back at home, the people have tried to cling to their country ways, but times are different, the returning soldiers have new tastes, values, and ideas, which leave the women and old folks bewildered by the changes in modern life.

The story is not so strong as the earlier epics discussed above, but is still good and worthwhile, and the excitement that follows the war's ending and the return of the men is vital and illuminating. Well worth seeing.
 

 


AT THE MOVIES

How do we evaluate and rank movies?

Good question. We start with Goethe's three-star criteria for literary criticism:

What was done, how well was it done, and was it worth doing?

In the instance of movies, we add a few criteria of our own:

How quickly does the film capture our attention and involve us in an imaginary world that is complex, realistic, and important?

Memorable movies that quickly  achieve this vital, initial feat  include Blade Runner, Apocalypse Now, Once Upon a Time in America, Cries and Whispers, and Gangs of New York. There are of course many, many others that do this well.

Then we try to evaluate the  characterization.  How well do the actors portray their characters and how rich, complex, and realistic are they?

Finally, there is the highly subjective evaluation of the movie in comparison with all the other movies we've seen--hundreds by the time we have become reflective adults. But above all is the question, How quickly and strongly does it grab you?

This is the ultimate test in a day of easily forgettable video movies.


What are the
greatest movies
of all time?
How many are there, after nearly 100 years of film making? Many, but only a few have achieved this wonderful status.

Tell us your favorite movies and maybe we will publish them. Or add some to our list. But to start things off, here are a few that we think must be included, but not in any specific order:

1. Citizen Kane

2. Apocalypse Now Redux

3. The Godfather, part 1

4. Once Upon a Time in America
(See below for a great review)

http://www.aboutfilm.com/movies/o/onceamerica.htm

5. The Third Man

6. All That Jazz

7. Casablanca

8. Gandhi

9. Reds

10. Chinatown

11. House of Sand and Fog

12. Ordinary People

13. Gangs of New York

14. Mr. Hulot's Holiday

15. Cries and Whispers

16. The White Countess


The Second Tier

1. Invincible (Werner Herzog, 2002)

2. Requiem for a Dream (Darren Aronofski 2000)

3. The Usual Suspects (1995)

4. Heaven's Gate (Michael Cimino 1980)

5. Fanny and Alexander (Ingmar Bergman, 1982)

6. Deliverance (John Boorman, script by James Dickey 1972)

7. Henry and June (Philip Kaufman 1990)


MOVIES REVIEWED EARLIER
(Note: these are all hyperlinks)

Once Upon a Time in America
Flesh and The Devil
Ingmar Bergman Revisited
The Past Recaptured

Dune Again?
Nora
Things You Can Tell

Lord of the Rings
House of Sand and Fog
Sylvia
The Hours

Return of the Lord of The Rings
Girl With a Pearl Earring

Before Sunset
Before Sunrise

Oblomov
The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

The Piano Teacher
Million Dollar Baby
Aviator

Elizabeth
Elizabeth I

Bad Timing
A Very Long Engagement
The Da Vinci Code
Poseidon
Tristan and Isolde
Swann in Love
Time Regained
Nathalie
An Inconvenient Truth
A Love Song for Bobby Long
Shadrach
The Departed

Notes on a Scandal
Little Children
The Good Shepherd

Frankenstein
The Hours


 

 

Kingfisher Salutes  John Keeble


John Keeble, author and proud farmer:
a Renaissance man for our times?

Keeble has published three volumes of fiction, plus a factual account of the 2006 Exxon oil spill in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska. He is a retired college teacher, lectures, and more than hobby farms in Eastern Washington. He deserves far more literary attention than he has already gained, but this is increasing rapidly, as many Keeble buffs are anxiously awaiting his next novel or collection of short fiction.

The notes below are from earlier reviews of  his books.

To date:
"Yellowfish
(1980) is the story of one Wesley Erks, who is hired to smuggle four young men from Hong Kong and Ginarn Taam, a politically compromised man traveling from Communist China, across the Canadian Border and south to San Francisco. Erks's task is complicated by several facts: One of the young men is slowly dying of a knife wound, his relief driver is the tough, amorous wife of the man who hired him, and his car is being followed, no matter what route he takes, by another car whose occupants are waiting for the right moment to assassinate Taam. The novel tells of the encounter between the Orient and North America—dramatized and humanized by the developing relationship between Taam and Erks. It also has a spectacular Northwestern scenic dimension and an abiding interest in the history of the routes Erks is traveling. Yellowfish is wired to the imagination of the Northwest, and to the American character."

"In Broken Ground, Keeble uses the course of a construction project in the high desert of eastern Oregon as the basis for a novel with deep political, mystical, and—for its time—prescient implications: the impingement of American imperialism on its own native territory. Set in the 1980s, the project underway is to be a “prison for profit” where alien captives will be incarcerated in secret. Broken Ground is a novel about the seen world of excavated earth, steel, and concrete, and the unseen world of ghosts and spirits, bound together by an undertaking that expresses both the overt and political evil of our time."

The following review is slightly edited down from one by Mary Ann Guinn in the Seattle Times, on November 24, 2006:

Nocturnal America, winner of the 2006 Prairie Schooner Prize for fiction, is a supremely satisfying set of nine loosely connected stories that interweave raw emotion, spiritual searching and violence — sometimes the implied physical threat that trembles under the skin of everyday events; sometimes murder.

The stories they depict are both mundane and heroic. In the story "I Could Love You (If I Wanted)," Lola, a single parent, is at war with herself about whether to care for her invalid mother: "Lola did not want to bring her mother to her house, but that night she cleaned it as if it was foreordained. It was doom she felt, made out of the old contradiction: the necessity that she care and her wish not to care."

"The Transmission" is a compact, incredibly tense piece of work, in which the struggle to drop a transmission into a truck explodes a family, unleashing sex, self-loathing and recrimination. The battle with the transmission, which prefigures the upheaval to come, is so vivid it will make the sweat pop out on your brow.

"The Fishers" is an elegy to Louise, a city girl (Tacoma) who moves with her sweetheart to Eastern Washington and builds a life on a farm there. It shows how faint a thumbprint we leave on the places we inhabit, as Louise and her family watch a way of life emerge, bloom and vanish within three or four generations: "She and Ed had watched the number of farms dwindle. The money passed increasingly into the hands of a few educated farmers who ... became adept at buying up more real estate and playing the subsidy programs against their investments. But the old days linger as a memory and exert a force upon the imagination of the people. There is a form of deeply held dreaming that continues, inspired by this memory as if by a relic."

"Zeta's House" has the stillness of a prayer. The narrator visits a friend after his daughter's death, and recalls a previous visit in the family kitchen. As the family shucked corn, the mortally ill 6-year-old girl braced herself against the counter, watching. "One of her brothers ... moved to her and placed his arm gently around her. She put her head against his waist. 'It sounds like it's raining,' she said. Everyone listened. In fact, it was clear outside ... Having her there seemed a gift. It was as if she'd been sent to us to stand watch for a time at the entrance to the other, adjacent world."

"Chickens" is a crystalline recollection of post-World-War-II life in a small Saskatchewan town, perhaps similar to the one Keeble grew up in. The narrator, a minister's young son, grows to understand "that his parents, as pastor and pastor's wife, were positioned at the core of the town ... They were the spiritual sieves and the last wall of defense against the chaos of personal trouble and gossip." The settlement's postwar serenity is rent when a solitary German man moves in, starts a large-scale chicken ranch, and upends the old rhythms of the community.

The story, "Nocturnal America," follows Fay, who has signed up to work as a kitchen assistant on an oil tanker. The giant backdrop of this piece — the tanker, the ocean and Prince William Sound — make the humans moving over it seem particularly vulnerable and defenseless.

The final piece, the novella "Freeing the Apes," involves a man's tortured past as a U.S. government operative. A murder, a fire, a Kennewick Man-like discovery and a trail of mysterious and mystical symbols are left as trail markers to unfolding events.


Keeble at home, after a presumed hard day at work at the plough or keyboard

 

Kingfisher Journal
Robert C. Arnold, Editor

Editorial comments will reach Kingfisher at Verizon.net addressed to rcarnold
 

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Kingfisher Journal Vol.2, No.1, Richard Hugo Issue

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Kingfisher Journal, Vol 4, No. 2 Saul Bellow  and Robert Creeley Issue.

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Kingfisher Journal, Vol. 4, Number 4, J. M. Coetzee, W. S. Merwin, Red Pine (aka Bill Porter)

Kingfisher Journal, Vol.5, Number 1, Poet Frank O'Hara and Artist Larry Rivers

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Kingfisher Journal, Vol. 6, No. 2, Dmitri Shostakovich, Richard Ford, Robert Sund, Academy Awards, movies

Kingfisher Journal, Vol. 6, No. 3, Jim Harrison, Robert Sund, Judy Dench, Cate Blanchett, Thomas Wood

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