William Carlos Williams, Ted Hughes, John Michel Basquiat discussed on The Poetry Magazine Podcast
Cannot help you escape about my life every needle a small prayer every pill a funeral him. I wanted the end several times, but thought who owns this body really God dirt the silly insects that will feast on my decay is it the boy who entered I or the boy who wanted everything to last. There's so much about this poem that I love I think it would be easy to read this poem without knowing about the John Michel Basquiat painting, but it adds such a beautiful layer onto what this poem is talking about. Specifically, the one mention I don't wear the crown for the times power has tainted my body because boss out was well known for putting crowns in his paintings as a way of honoring somebody that he cared about. And also in his own self portrait to kind of offer his own body and his own talent. And I love how this one mention of the crown in Hughes's poem both pays attention to honoring his own body. But also to talk about power in the way power can turn us into both like a Saint and martyr the same time. And so that crown sort of echoes out throughout the poem for me because the word crow is also within the word crown, and so is the word own which is also repeated. Throughout the poem. And so I love how all these different themes are tied together. And that way the way of Bosque painting does similar theme tying together, visually and textually. Ya Anne on the page the Palmerston stepped lines, and I suppose we'll remind readers of William Carlos Williams is accept that. This is like the perfect fulfillment of Williams American way of laying outlines and steps because it doesn't just have that kind of crow like movement through the poem, the stepped lines and not just the breath that Williams talked about. But it has those other internal sounds and rhymes that. You were describing that I think Williams ever quite got in or didn't want to. And so to me, this is grateful film. And it's a great American poem for this reason. And then, of course, another crow poem or book of pumps comes to mind from another poet named Hughes. I always like it when a poet and opponent come. Along and kind of displaced as what we think we know about a subject and so for most people upon about crows gonna call up something about Ted Hughes. And then for for me like you say, this poem absorbs all these influences, but it actually flies well above them too. I really like that. It's like now, we have a new brilliant poem that takes on a way of thinking about in visualizing crows. And also, it creates a landscape that to me is very intriguing because it's kind of like when you think of crow you don't always think of a crow is being in flight because actually a lot of their time is spent kind of calculating in moving and looking at things and doing things the very busy, and they're very clever and ingenious, and of course, they're very striking as well. I mean, it looks like crows yearning for something. They're working on things there. They have a kind of power using the figure of crow for kind of..