Medium Used in the Art of Drowning by Billy Collins
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Mr. Collins may be a poet, but he's certainly non a starving poet, nor much of a suffering ane, either. . . (unless you view all humans equally suffering, which has been suggested in urban legends for several millennia now).
We all experience life differently, and nosotros all suffer by existing, but Billy Collins merely suffers with more. . . sophistication. . . what with his lamb shanks, h
If y'all believe in the mindset that the best poetry arises from suffering, then this might non be the drove for y'all.Mr. Collins may be a poet, but he'due south certainly non a starving poet, nor much of a suffering 1, either. . . (unless you view all humans equally suffering, which has been suggested in urban legends for several millennia now).
We all experience life differently, and nosotros all suffer by existing, but Billy Collins just suffers with more. . . sophistication. . . what with his lamb shanks, his champagne, his Strauss sonatas and all. (I've been a poet all my life and I can not help just wonder. . . is it family money? Did he marry a brain surgeon? WTF, Baton? Okay, this is getting judgy. I'll stop).
This is a polished suffering, poems related to u.s.a. from a hammock and the complexity of holding a drinking glass of Pinot Noir in one hand, rocking the ropes of the hammock with the other. This compilation is probably all-time relatable to a 45+ crowd and would probably be best appreciated by a person who has never spent a night on a sidewalk or slept at a hotel with fresh stains on the sheets.
But, circumstances aside, Mr. Collins is a poet who plays with language in a mode that feels effortless and expresses more with less.
His poetry isn't weighted downwards with unnecessary descriptors, and it has a clean ease that appeals speedily to the senses.
He's clearly comfortable as an imagist, and the simpler the topic, the more than constructive the poem, the best example for me being the description of 1 perfect meal in the poem Osso Buco.
I had several favorites here, but I will stop this with my favorite lines from the poem, On Turning X:
Information technology seems only yesterday I used to believe
in that location was nil under my skin merely lite.
If y'all cut me I would shine.
Just now when I autumn upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
Ah. Yous run across? He's never slept on a sidewalk, but he has fallen downwards on 1.
Information technology counts equally suffering.
...moreBut read the final few poems last night - I've been reading a few a night until I finished, which has been an extremely excellent style of ending my 24-hour interval - and love all of information technology, but especially "Days," "Budapest," and "On Turning 10."
After listening to Baton'due south Facebook broadcasts for months, I decided I needed all of his poetry books, and then I merely ordered this one. I've read many of the poems in other collections, but I dearest having it.Just read the last few poems last night - I've been reading a few a night until I finished, which has been an extremely excellent manner of ending my day - and love all of information technology, but especially "Days," "Budapest," and "On Turning X."
...morep ix, Osso Buco, "In a while, one of u.s.a. volition get to bed / and the other one will follow. / And then we volition slip below the surface of the dark / into miles of water, drifting down and down / to the dark, soundless bottom / until the weight of dreams pulls united states lower still, / below th
Enjoyed this book of poetry by Collins, peculiarly the beginning section. Part ane was a full-on five for me, the others a iv. All the same, since I loved the first function so very much, I'one thousand giving the book a 5 overall. :D My favorite lines:p 9, Osso Buco, "In a while, one of us will go to bed / and the other one volition follow. / Then we will slip below the surface of the night / into miles of water, drifting downward and down / to the dark, soundless bottom / until the weight of dreams pulls united states lower still, / beneath the shale and layered rock, / below the shale and layered rock, / below the strata of hunger and pleasure, / into the broken bones of the world itself, / into the marrow of the only place we know."
p 11, Directions, "Merely information technology is hard to speak of these things / how the voice of light enters the body / and brainstorm to recite their stories / how the earth holds the states painfully confronting / its breast made of human and brambles / (...) taking the vast outside into ourselves."
p 15, Water Table, "But some nights, I must tell y'all, / I become down there later everyone has fallen asleep. / I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness. / I sing a love vocal likewise equally I can, / lost for awhile in the home of the pelting."
p 21, Thanks, "Here's to the wind bravado confronting this lighted house / and to the vast, windless spaces between the stars."
p 26, Days, "Each one is a gift, no doubt, / mysteriously placed in your waking hand / or set up upon your forehead / moments before y'all open your optics."
p 29, Tuesday, June 4, 1991, "But tomorrow, dawn will come up the mode I pic her, // barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window / in ane of the fragile cotton fiber dresses of the poor. / She will await at me with her sparse artillery extended, / offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light."
p 49, On Turning Ten, "It seems just yesterday I used to believe / there was nothing under my pare but light. / If y'all cut me I would polish. / Only now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, / I skin my knees. I drain."
p 72, The End of the World, "A gigantic door might shut. A horrible bong could band. / We could have burn down, water ice, bang, and whimper all at once. // But who has time to consider such horrors / when the world's trunk keeps pressing up against us / with the weight of its beauty, its dizzying ocean cliffs / and benumbed birds, its rolling fairways and deep pine woods?"
p 75, Blueprint, "This is the wheel of fortune, / the Arctic Circle. / This is the ring of Kerry / and the white rose of Tralee / I say to the ghosts of my family, / the expressionless fathers, / the aunt who drowned, / my unborn brothers and sisters, / my unborn children. / This is the lord's day with its glittering spokes / and the bitter moon."
...more thanSome books you have to sit with for a while after reading for a real appreciation to sink in. This volume of poems by Billy Collins, 2-time United States poet laureate, was i such book for me. As far every bit reading poems go, it is polish and cool, paced nicely, and has no ponderous obstacles of personal-life allusions and intentional obscurantism sitting heavy in the path of estimation. He feels much similar someone helping you notice t
2 and 1/two stars. Gather around folks and I'll tell yous why.Some books y'all take to sit down with for a while after reading for a real appreciation to sink in. This volume of poems by Billy Collins, 2-fourth dimension United States poet laureate, was one such book for me. As far as reading poems go, it is smooth and absurd, paced nicely, and has no ponderous obstacles of personal-life allusions and intentional obscurantism sitting heavy in the path of interpretation. He feels much similar someone helping you notice the wonders around your hometown. He's non trying to be avant guard, pushing the evolving cusp of mod poetry. He'southward only writing from the heart, and he is full of corking insights.
That being said, information technology wasn't my favorite book of verse I have ever read. What? Wasn't expecting that? While it was engaging, and apple-pie my palate so to speak, I wouldn't call this one of the about enlightening reads. Information technology was a nice ride, but it wasn't a step frontwards for me. I recognize Collins' genius and value as a poet, and later while reading some other poet, I appreciated more than what it did for me, just it wasn't something I'd seek out once more anytime presently, considering I'one thousand not sure I grew equally a result from reading it. I wasn't prodded to call back new thoughts or take new action…which is kind of a personal goal of mine when reading. I usually don't read to simply pass time, or to read a 'overnice' story. I'm still dipping the "blood of the universe" straight from the sun (Ray Bradbury), and I'll exist the first to admit, my personal standards are fix loftier for the moment with regard to my taste in books.
However, equally I said, it was more of a tonic than I realized (at the time information technology mostly bored me), and I meet now it helped me launder down the incredibly dense, immobile molasses that Dylan Thomas' verse tin can go where words are indiscriminately trounce together and flung down in jarring closeness and bewildering lack of context. Collin'south writing isn't academic or experimental poetry; it's just good, readable, and uplifting. It's read-out-loud verse. It'south thoughtful and spontaneous, profound and playful.
If y'all're looking for a volume of poems to explore and rekindle your beloved of verse, this may help. Collins is a good writer, but it was just okay for me. Don't hate me for praising the chef but only nibbling his delicacies. I'grand still devouring raw meat, yo.
...moreIf you like his poetry you'll certainly like this collection, which is, I think, quite representative of his work and has the reward for me of containing my favourite of his poems, "Canada" (which readers tin can preview at The Poetry Foundation'south website, where information technology is reproduced) about summers in Canada in his boyhood, which sound pretty similar to my own summers in Canada equally a child. I think what Billy Collins does best is remind us of things we already know.
...more thanhow the voices of light enter the body
and begin to recite their stories
how the earth holds u.s. painfully against
its breast made of of humus and brambles
how we who will soon be gone
regard the entities that continue to return
greener than ever
my favorites: thesaurus, keats'due south handwriting, the first dream, homo in space
I found a youtube video of the poem , an animated short, narrated by the author.
And hither, for your enjoyment, the poem i
If this volume only contained the titular verse form it would be enough. I dear the verse form that much. I honey the themes information technology explores -- how it touches on our fears, our memories, our cocky-inflated thoughts of the self, our egos reduced to the scales of a fish, and all of information technology wrapped in the familiar, humorous tone that Collins gives to even the grandest or gravest of themes he explores.I institute a youtube video of the poem , an animated short, narrated by the writer.
And here, for your enjoyment, the poem itself:
The Art Of Drowning
I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash earlier your eyes
while y'all drown, as if panic, or the deed of submergence,
could startle fourth dimension into such pinch, crushing
decades in the vice of your desperate, last seconds.
After falling off a steamship or being swept away
in a rush of floodwaters, wouldn't you lot hope
for a more leisurely review, an invisible hand
turning the pages of an anthology of photographs-
yous up on a pony or blowing out candles in a conic chapeau.
How about a brusque animated film, a slide presentation?
Your life expressed in an essay, or in ane model photograph?
Wouldn't any form be better than this sudden flash?
Your whole existence going off in your face
in an eyebrow-singeing explosion of biography-
zippo like the three large volumes you envisioned.
Survivors would have usa believe in a brilliance
here, some bolt of truth forking across the water,
an ultimate Light before all the lights get out,
dawning on you with all its megalithic tonnage.
Just if something does wink before your eyes
as you go under, it will probably be a fish,
a quick mistiness of curved silver darting abroad,
having zilch to do with your life or your expiry.
The tide volition accept you, or the lake will accept it all
as you sink toward the weedy disarray of the lesser,
leaving behind what you take already forgotten,
the surface, now overrun with the high travel of clouds.
The poet has a souvenir for sense of humor. Even the title verse form in t
While a number of the poems in this book accept been recently re-published in the compilation Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems, this collection is in and of itself a jewel. Billy Collins' verse is both wry and 18-carat, and ever full of wit. Each poem is clear and attainable, yet it brings us a moment of truth, often stemming from something quite ordinary: a gospel song on the radio, a stroll through a museum, a good meal.The poet has a gift for humor. Even the title poem in this drove (which seems equally though it would exist rather morbid) draws forth a chuckle. Information technology deals with the phenomenon of ane'due south life flashing before one's eyes, moments earlier death. The poet describes, "Your whole being going off in your face/ in an eyebrow-singeing explosion of biography--/ zero similar the iii large volumes you envisioned." In so many circles, poetry has go serious, esoteric, and inaccessible. These poems come back to the human level -- the level of laughter, of wonder, of curiosity.
Merely to give yous a taste:
Sweet TalkYou lot are not the Mona Lisa
with that relentless look.
Or Venus borne over the barm
of waves on a pinkish one-half shell.
Or an odalisque by Delacroix,
veils lapping at your nakedness.
Yous are more like the sunlight
of Edward Hopper,
peculiarly when it slants
against the eastern side
of a white clapboard firm
in the early on hours of the morning,
with no figure continuing
at a window in a violet bathrobe,
simply the sunlight,
the columns of the front end porch,
and the long shadows
they throw down
upon the dark green lawn, babe.
*****
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...moreHither's an case from one entitled "Influence": " I saw the doves milling around in the snow, their legs as thin as pencil leads." Yes, birds practise seem extremely vulnerable in frigid conditions, don't they?
Here he is in "The
This slim volume of poems past a former United states Poet Laureate appealed to me. About of the poems dealt with everyday, commom themes. Occasionally, at that place was a line or two of truly beautiful or playfully droll imagery. Literary references, which usually are beyond my knowledge are few.Here'south an example from i entitled "Influence": " I saw the doves milling effectually in the snow, their legs as thin as pencil leads." Yes, birds do seem extremely vulnerable in frigid weather, don't they?
Here he is in "The Biography of a Cloud": " I prefer a wayside bench, ensnared by vines, to the dark aisles of a library, a place to watch them inch across the sky, caravans plying their ancient trade routes"
1 more than instance (please indulge me). This one is chosen "Thesaurus". Mr. Collins is expressing his displeasure to words that are conventionally paired. "I would rather see words out on their own, away from their families and the warehouse of Roget"...
Delicious.
...moreTired of watching all the dull, equus caballus-drawn sentences
Equally they plough through fields of paper,
Tired of being dragged on a leash of words
By an author I tin can never expect up and see,
Tired of examining the exposed spines of books,
I want to exist far from the shores of language,
A gunkhole without passengers, lost at sea.....
Aimless Honey and The Whale 24-hour interval were ameliorate ones simply they were more recent meanwhile this is from 90s. Decent merely less favorable poems were plant.
A number of rememberable poems.
'Thank you' v5, ' laziness was the mother of astronomy'
'Thesaurus' – 'Information technology could exist the name of a prehistoric animate being …'
'On Turning Ten' – 'Piano Lessons' v5, 'my left hand would rather be jingling the change ...'
A joy to read anywhere.
Baton Collins is so reliable. Again I enjoyed his discussion play.
A number of rememberable poems.
'Thank you' v5, ' laziness was the mother of astronomy'
'Thesaurus' – 'It could be the proper noun of a prehistoric beast …'
'On Turning Ten' – 'Piano Lessons' v5, 'my left hand would rather exist jingling the change ...'
A joy to read anywhere.
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barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in 1 of the fragile cotton fiber dresses of the poor.
She will await in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of low-cal."
and the other one will follow.
Then nosotros will slip below the surface of the night
into miles of water, globe-trotting downwards and down
to the dark, soundless lesser
until the weight of dreams pulls us lower still,
below the shale and layered rock,
beneath the strata of hunger and pleasance,
into the broken basic of the world itself,
into the marrow of the merely place we know."
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