What an evocative and endearing reminiscence, illuminating the human face of an artist of brilliance. Bishop, one of my favorite poets, was incontestably one of the most inspired practitioners of the art in English in the twentieth century.
I will look into this book after such an enticing introduction. I found Prof Bishop through a web search on sestinas. A friend of mine, whose poetry I admire, challenged me to write a sestina. I read Bishop's "A Miracle for Breakfast" and was inspired to set out on a new journey. After my first sestina, I was hooked. They caused me to dig so deep that I now think of them as my therapy.
Very nice! "Disorganization". the Get a way with that!?! of the poets' dodge and immersion... What angered the son of Ariston academising as he perhaps under pressure was. truely grand hearing a poet verse. Thank you.
Terribly charming! I'm reading "Words in the Air" right now, the complete correspondence between Bishop and Lowell. I highly recommend to anyone interested in her work, or poetry in general.
I like the juxtaposed photos of Lowell and Bishop. Lowell is gazing with sly wit, courting the lens, the books on shelves behind him artfully slanted in opposite tilts to resemble the half-open jackknife of Lowell's chair; Bishop is unstudied, occupied with the cat in her lap, relaxed in the outdoor sling chair. Each, perfectly personified.
It's a book that bears reading, re-reading, and re-reading again. Of course, the title remembrance is fine: part of its charm is how neatly and consistently the recollections tally with the Miss Bishop found in her published letters and in recent biographies. The reader will see that the details have not been retrospectively groomed to fit the recent accounts; the essay rings true. The reminiscence of studying with Robert Fitzgerald is even more subtly wonderful. But best of all I like the piece on John Cheever (which, by the way, helps the reader enjoy Mr. Gioia's poem, "In Cheever Country," with enhanced understanding). And the appendix, an interview by Mr. Gioia and others with Cheever, is a gem of insight on the writing life. The piece on the neglected Ronald Perry should awaken someone to rescue that forgotten poet's work. I'm not as enamored of the piece about meeting James Dickey, though it elucidates Mr. Gioia's implied point about the mission of the book reviewer. Nevertheless, the entire book is a prose ode to the wonders of the creative life, which are only enhanced by Mr. Gioia's emphasis on its hazards and disappointments.
How excellent. Your recounting of your first class with Ms. Bishop was much like what I experienced when I first began studying with poet Benjamin Saltman.
I like the poems by Elizabeth Bishop that I've read so far--especially "First Death in Nova Scotia." However, I'm now reading "Let Us Watch Richard Wilbur," by Robert and Mary Bagg, and was somewhat disappointed that Bishop had nothing good to say about Wilbur's poetry. I had expected that she would have admired his work--but she was almost silent on the subject of Richard Wilbur.
What an evocative and endearing reminiscence, illuminating the human face of an artist of brilliance. Bishop, one of my favorite poets, was incontestably one of the most inspired practitioners of the art in English in the twentieth century.
I will look into this book after such an enticing introduction. I found Prof Bishop through a web search on sestinas. A friend of mine, whose poetry I admire, challenged me to write a sestina. I read Bishop's "A Miracle for Breakfast" and was inspired to set out on a new journey. After my first sestina, I was hooked. They caused me to dig so deep that I now think of them as my therapy.
Very nice! "Disorganization". the Get a way with that!?! of the poets' dodge and immersion...
What angered the son of Ariston academising as he perhaps under pressure was.
truely grand hearing a poet verse. Thank you.
Brilliant! I loved listening to your book presentation so much. How amazing to have had Elizabeth Bishop as a tutor!
Terribly charming! I'm reading "Words in the Air" right now, the complete correspondence between Bishop and Lowell. I highly recommend to anyone interested in her work, or poetry in general.
I like the juxtaposed photos of Lowell and Bishop. Lowell is gazing with sly wit, courting the lens, the books on shelves behind him artfully slanted in opposite tilts to resemble the half-open jackknife of Lowell's chair; Bishop is unstudied, occupied with the cat in her lap, relaxed in the outdoor sling chair. Each, perfectly personified.
It's a book that bears reading, re-reading, and re-reading again. Of course, the title remembrance is fine: part of its charm is how neatly and consistently the recollections tally with the Miss Bishop found in her published letters and in recent biographies. The reader will see that the details have not been retrospectively groomed to fit the recent accounts; the essay rings true. The reminiscence of studying with Robert Fitzgerald is even more subtly wonderful. But best of all I like the piece on John Cheever (which, by the way, helps the reader enjoy Mr. Gioia's poem, "In Cheever Country," with enhanced understanding). And the appendix, an interview by Mr. Gioia and others with Cheever, is a gem of insight on the writing life. The piece on the neglected Ronald Perry should awaken someone to rescue that forgotten poet's work. I'm not as enamored of the piece about meeting James Dickey, though it elucidates Mr. Gioia's implied point about the mission of the book reviewer. Nevertheless, the entire book is a prose ode to the wonders of the creative life, which are only enhanced by Mr. Gioia's emphasis on its hazards and disappointments.
How excellent. Your recounting of your first class with Ms. Bishop was much like what I experienced when I first began studying with poet Benjamin Saltman.
This should be longer!
This is a highly enjoyable presentation. The book is very interesting, informative, stimulating, and memorable.
All right, now you’ve got to finish. I was enjoying this so much, but then... You’re a wonderful reader.
I loved this! Can you indulge in more recollections?
Wonderful.
Indeed!
A great story!
I like the poems by Elizabeth Bishop that I've read so far--especially "First Death in Nova Scotia." However, I'm now reading "Let Us Watch Richard Wilbur," by Robert and Mary Bagg, and was somewhat disappointed that Bishop had nothing good to say about Wilbur's poetry. I had expected that she would have admired his work--but she was almost silent on the subject of Richard Wilbur.
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