‘Epinician Odes And Dithyrambs Of Bacchylides,’ Translated By David R. Slavitt


Epinician OdesI bought this book at the Strand in NYC. I entered the store half an hour before closing. In less than ten minutes, I’d spent $49 on books. Seven books total.

The first piece, Ode I, won me over quickly with lines like:

I am, she says, bereaved, with a double-edged
grief sharp as a Cretan axe………..

The “…….” represents missing parts of the poem.

And then:

here in our town that is washed
into loveliness in the evening sunlight….

Tell you can’t dig that? I had no idea that Cretan axes were famed for any particular sharpness, but you are instantly caught up in the simile. It reminds me of the opening line to William Gibson’s Neuromance: ‘The sky was the color of television tuned to a dead channel.’ You’d never heard such a metaphor before (nor seen the art design style based around ‘pale Milanese plastics’) but you are instantly transported in time and space by it. Same with Cretan axes, I say.

After my good time reading Virgil, I’m thinking that I need to add more classical Greek and Latin poetry to my diet. It seems to agree with me.

And one thing I learned – epinician poems are poems celebrating the winners of sporting event. I mean, it was obvious that the poems were doing that, but I didn’t know that’s what epinician meant. Apparently, the ‘nic’ comes from Nike, the goddess of victory.

The old standby of the occasional poem (which is to say, a poem written for a particular occasion, not some poem only read infrequently) has really fallen out. You have poems written by poet laureates for presidential and gubernatorial inaugurations, but beyond that, the only occasional poet I can think of is Calvin Trillin and no one is going to confuse him Bacchylides.

On a related note, did you hear about the South Carolina kerfuffle? The state’s poet laureate, who has read at the last three inaugurations, had her spot cut from the program. The official word is that there wasn’t time for the two minute reading, but no one believes that. While celebrating the state, it also mentioned things like slavery and migrant labor and the state’s conflicted past and future, which is just not cool to acknowledge, apparently. Would you be surprised if I told you that the governor of South Carolina is a Republican? Of course, you’re not.


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Rafael Campo At The Folger


9780822339601Rafael Campo read a wonderful lecture on Emily Dickinson and her relationship to science and medicine, interspersed with readings from Dickinson and his own poetry. Of course, I would have preferred less reading from a prepared lecture and more speaking. Among other things, the inevitably monotony of the reading voice sometimes made it hard to distinguish when he had left the realm of ‘discourse about Dickinson’ and started reading a poem by himself or Dickinson.

I bought a collection by Campo called The Enemy that was far better to read than I would have guessed by his earnest, but uncharismatic style behind the podium.

I wasn’t sure about Campo as the designated reader on a day honoring Emily Dickinson. I didn’t know much about him, but what I did know seemed far from Dickinson’s aesthetic. But he explained that he studied in Amherst and the Dickinson house was a source of poetry inspiration and solace to him, so all is forgiven! The collection even has a poem about reading Dickinson on the quad in college and the solace that she (along with Coleridge) provided.

As for Campo’s poetry, it is mixed.

There is a section about a trip to Paris which is beautiful and often haunting, with subtle politics, usually touching on issues around AIDS and its effect on America’s gay community. But there are also less subtle political poems in other section which comes across as heavy handed and too pat in their sentiments.

In general, he is very good when his poems are driven by place – or rather by memory of place. Provincetown, for example, appears often and is used to think about current loves, past loves, and how relationships have changed – for good and for ill – over time.

The Power Of The Daleks


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Have I Gained Some Weight?


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Weekend Reading – The Lit Smugglers


2013-Evacuation-manuscripts-Timbuktu-copyright-Prince-Claus-Fund-3The rescued literature of Timbuktu.

Digitizing the east.

The physics of Jackson Pollock.