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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
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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

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

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
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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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