Showing posts with label Marianne Moore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marianne Moore. Show all posts

Saturday, November 2, 2013

A Birthday in November ~ Marianne Moore



Our featured poet this month, Marianne Moore, was born on 15 November 1887. We owe a great deal to this Pulitzer Prizewinning poet, here on Real Toads, because her poem, Poetry is the inspiration behind our blog's conception. We embrace the notion that while acknowledging the role of imagination in writing and a poet's artistic right to idealize beauty and virtue, poets also have the onerous task of tackling the sometimes ugly, uncomfortable or harsh realities of the human condition.

"Her most famous poem is perhaps the one entitled, appropriately, "Poetry", in which she hopes for poets who can produce "imaginary gardens with real toads in them." It also expressed her idea that meter, or anything else that claims the exclusive title "poetry", is not as important as delight in language and precise, heartfelt expression in any form... These syllabic lines from "Poetry" illustrate her position: poetry is a matter of skill and honesty in any form whatsoever, while anything written poorly, although in perfect form, cannot be poetry:
               nor is it valid
                        to discriminate against "business documents and
        school-books": all these phenomena are important. One must make a distinction
                   however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry..." wikipedia


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Moore was widely recognized for her work: 'She wrote with the freedom characteristic of the other modernist poets, often incorporating quotes from other sources into the text, yet her use of language was always extraordinarily condensed and precise, capable of suggesting a variety of ideas and associations within a single, compact image.' She was an animal-lover and a big fan of professional baseball, among other sports.


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Marianne Moore lived in New York City for most of her adult life. She associated with many Imagist poets of the early 1900s, including William Carlos Williams and Wallace Stevens. She contributed to the Dial Literary Magazine, and took on the role of its acting editor for a time. Over the years, she became a patron of poetry and offered her support and encouragement to emerging modern poets, such as Elizabeth Bishop and Allen Ginsberg.

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The theme for our mini-challenge is "imaginary gardens with real toads in them".

Guidelines:

  • Choose an idyllic setting for your poem; this backdrop will become 'the imaginary garden'. Moore showed a preference for natural settings and also wrote of sports but I leave these suggestions as optional.
  • Place some object, person or event into your environment which is shown in blatant contrast, thus introducing the 'real toad' into your piece. This should raise a very realistic social issue or make a statement regarding hypocrisy, inhumanity, violence, corruption etc.
  • Consider including a quote from another source.
  • Moore's style was based on syllabic verse. In essence, the poet decides on the number of syllables for each line (usually between 5 - 9) but does not use a stress pattern. You may like to model your form on her example. Many of her poems are available for reading on the Poets.org site linked to her name above. I have included a link to quotes from Marianne Moore on Goodreads.com
Should you choose to participate in this challenge, please write a new poem which adheres to the theme and instructions. Any unrelated links will be removed.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Open Link Monday

Calling all toads ...

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Welcome to all poets who have come to join us in the imaginary garden this Monday.  As you may know, our blog name was derived from Marianne Moore's Poetry, more specifically the lines:

One must
make a distinction
however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the
result is not poetry,
nor till the poets among us can be
'literalists of 
the imagination'--above
insolence and triviality and can present

for inspection, 'imaginary gardens with real toads in them', shall
we have
it.



It is often our task to create an imaginative environment in which the harsh realities of human existence is exposed; it is not our business to fear the 'real toads', but to drag them out from under their rocks and examine them for poetic truth.  It is also true, that all poets owe a huge debt to those who have come before them, the intrepid path-finders, who led the way by their own examples.  
In our anniversary month, it would have been remiss of me not to acknowledge the very poet who gave rise to our mission here at Real Toads.  


Read more about Marianne Moore HERE.

Once again, you are invited to share a poem of your choice with us - something old; something new.  The work should be original, and an individual piece. Please do not use our link to advertise your own blogsite or meme.  Management reserves the right to remove inappropriate links.



Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Marianne Moore

Photograph by George Platt Lynes

Poetry


I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
discovers in
it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a

high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because
they are
useful. When they become so derivative as to become
unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand: the bat
holding on upside down or in quest of something to

eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf
under
a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that
feels a
flea, the base-
ball fan, the statistician--
nor is it valid
to discriminate against 'business documents and

school-books'; all these phenomena are important. One must
make a distinction
however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the
result is not poetry,
nor till the poets among us can be
'literalists of
the imagination'--above
insolence and triviality and can present

for inspection, 'imaginary gardens with real toads in them', shall
we have
it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,
the raw material of poetry in
all its rawness and
that which is on the other hand
genuine, you are interested in poetry.

~ Marianne Moore