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e.e. cummings for the offeratory


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On the 50th anniversary of C.S. Lewis’s death, a consideration of his poetry


Like eyes of one long dead the empty windows stare
And I fear to cross the garden, I fear to linger there…

from the poem “Alexandrines” by C.S. Lewis

 

C.S. Lewis fan trivia includes the factoid that he died on the same day as President John F. Kennedy and author Aldous Huxley.

But 50th anniversaries tend to be big deals, and on this anniversary, while new documentaries honor JFK, Lewis is receiving a quieter yet substantial honor.

Lewis’s “devotion to [poetry] will be honored this month with the unveiling of a monument at the Poets’ Corner in Westminster Abbey, 50 years after his death,” writes Laura C. Mallonee in “The Imaginative Man,” written for PoetryFoundation.org.

Despite being best-known for The Chronicles of Narnia and Mere Christianity — as well as maybe The Screwtape Letters — Lewis really, really wanted to be a poet.

In recent years, that biographical factoid received serious scholarly study from Don W. King, who wrote C.S. Lewis, Poet: The Legacy of His Poetic Impulse – a project that spurred a study of Lewis’s more-successful poet friend, Ruth Pitter.

In this brief post, I’ll say Lewis’s poetry is interesting for two principle reasons — although for a thorough examination of his poetry, see King’s C.S. Lewis, Poet.

First, Lewis wrote his poetry with an ear tuned to meter. For example, his poem “Alexandrines” is a collection of 13 of the lines for which the poem is named. An alexandrine is a 12-syllable iambic line.

Second, Lewis’s immersion in ancient mythology influenced many of his poems. See, for example, “Vitrea Circe,” which is about the Circe of Homeric legend.

Also see “The Satyr,” which follows a satyr “Through the meadows, through the valleys” where “all the faerie kin he rallies.”

Certainly questions of why Lewis has no intellectual and aesthetic heirs today — especially among the Christians who desperately want someone to pick up the Narnian mantle — can be answered with attention to his history and development as a person.

Lewis was saturated in English poetry and ancient verse, in languages living and dead, in stories historical and mythological.

I suspect many Christian writers who have tried to imitate Lewis jumped the gun and hopped directly into allegories of the Gospels, but Lewis never would have written a book entitled Mere Allegory.

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Metaphor explained


“According to him [Mac Cormac], the cognitive process of creating new metaphors produces new expressions of experience. The process is almost inexplicable, but at least the following things are obvious in this process: one has to have a motivation to create a new insight by means of a metaphor; one has to explore both the features of similarity and dissimilarity present in a metaphor; and one has to transgress the normal semantic rules of association. What is considered normal is, however, flexible, and new metaphors may change the limits of normal, that is, rules. Emotional tension plays the most important role in providing the motivataion for metaphor creation. When creating a new metaphor, a person juxtaposes ‘conceptual referents’ in a new way producing semantic anomaly and a new conceptual insight. In this process similar attributes are identified, and an analogy thereby formed, and, on the other hand, dissimilar attributes identified, and thereby an anomaly produced. The new insight illuminates a problem or experience.”   — from “Minds as Connoting Systems: Logic and the Language of Thought” by Veikko Rantala and Tere Vadén in the May 1997 edition of Erkenntnis

Flash fiction Friday: ‘Why Molly Gagged’


Below is my submission for this past week’s 53-Word Contest #16 by Press53, a Winston-Salem, N.C., based book publisher. Read the winning submission here.

Why Molly Gagged

Molly bragged: “I know where mobsters hide.” Her friends chastised: “Stop watching ‘The Sopranos.’” So Molly walked to an abandoned brewery. At windows, Molly filmed mobsters severing a police detective’s finger, which fell to the floor. A fly inspected the finger. Gagging, Molly stole the mobsters’ car to flee, regretting she had bragged.

(Please see our recent poetry series by Adam Penna at LiturgicalCredo.)

New poems by Adam Penna


Oh, I guess I would need more proof than that.
I’d want to touch his wounds and prod around a little, too.

Read “How to Be a Disciple” and three other poems by Adam Penna at LiturgicalCredo.com, an online member of the Council of Literary Magazines and Presses.

Penna’s first full-length collection, Little Songs & Lyrics to Genji, was published by S4N Books in 2010. A chapbook called Love of a Sleeper was published in 2009 by Finishing Line Press. Individual and pairs of poems have appeared in magazines like Albatross, Basilica Review, Cimarron Review and others. Penna’s poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize (2010) for a sonnet appearing in the Cider Press Review and has appeared on the site Verse Daily. He teaches at Suffolk County Community College, where he is an Associate Professor of English, and he is the former editor of Best Poem.

Poets Bukowski and Baudelaire on desire


Two quotations pointing in the same basic direction.

“Find what you love and let it kill you.” — Bukowski

“One must be drunk…. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time that breaks your shoulders and bows you to the earth, you must intoxicate yourself unceasingly. But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, your choice. But intoxicate yourself.” — Baudelaire

So much depends upon / a drunken text message / sent by a farmer / attempting poetry


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Memories make us human, memories good and bad and neutral


When someone tells you not to be influenced by The Past, agree with him and then ask him to tell you about a formative relationship in his childhood. After he answers, ask him why he allows himself to be influenced by The Past. Who can really function without memory? The mind has to constantly reference memories, even when its attention is focused in the present moment. It can do no other. It has to learn and make adjustments in behavior based on what it has learned. Without remembered names, humans don’t know anything — as Dana Gioia said in his poem “Words,” “To name is to know and remember.” Isn’t it true that when a man loses his memory, he loses himself? His self?

 

 

Three of my poems published by Circumambulations


Update (May 2013): Circumambulations keeps one poetry page, and my poems have since been replaced by newer work from other authors.

The inaugural edition of Circumambulations includes three of my poems — “Winter Night at River View Farm near Avenue, Maryland,” “Idol,” and “Chapped Lips in Orlando” — along with poetry by Michael Campbell and Jason W. Johnson (the latter has previously published work with LiturgicalCredo). Visit the Circumambulations poetry page here.

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New Mirage Journal published my poem, ‘Regarding Joy and Grace’


Please read it here

 
 

At Liturgical Credo, fresh new poems by Elizabeth Swann


Elizabeth Swann earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Queens University in Charlotte. Recent publications include in Southern Poetry Review, Penwood Review, storySouth, Southern Women’s Review, Red Clay Review, and the anthology Luck; A Collection of Fact, Fiction, Incantation and Verse. She was a finalist in the Guy Owen Prize, 2009. Read her poems “Portraits of Magdalene, The Masters’ View,” “At The Hospital,” “Rain,” “Casting,” and “Spectrum.”

William Cowper, damned?


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The Christian poet and hymnodist William Cowper (1731-1800) at times in his life believed that he was already and irrevocably damned: damned to hell, and facing the additional doom of carrying that knowledge while still walking around in earthly daylight.

In keeping with our contemporary notion of professional comics as tormented, gloomy souls, Cowper had a distinctive and weird comic gift. …

Read former U.S. Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky’s article on Cowper here.

Eva Ting’s ‘Letter to the Dead’


Eva Ting’s new prose poem captures a moment of great loss and memorializes a friend. Read it here.

‘Evangelicalism tends toward message, even propaganda, rather than discovery and art’


This was an exciting discovery from a page on Philip Yancey’s website:

Evangelicalism tends toward message, even propaganda, rather than discovery and art.  Look at the passages preached on in evangelical churches: most come from the Epistles, which represent only 10 percent of the Bible.  What about all the rest—poetry, psalms, history, story?  Sadly, evangelicals tend to neglect them.

Religion and poetry are the only languages which still have something to say


“Religion and poetry are about the only languages … which … still have something to say. Compare ‘Our Father which art in Heaven’ with ‘The supreme being that transcends time and space.’ The first goes to pieces if you being to apply the literal meaning to it. How can anything but a sexual animal really be a father? How can it be in the sky? The second falls into no such traps. On the other hand, the first really means something, really represents a concrete experience in the minds of those who use it: the second is mere dexterous playing with counters…”

– C.S. Lewis, in a 1932 letter to his brother