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The Great Fires Poems 1982 1992

READ & DOWNLOAD The Great Fires Poems 1982 1992 Jack Gilbert Æ 9 FREE READ READ á E-book, or Kindle E-pub Æ Jack Gilbert Ly to a code of silence exile and cunning could not have been managed without a show of strictness well beyond the reach of the theater of the coy The far stubborn disastrous course of Jack Gilbert's resolute journey not one that would promise in time to bring him home to the consolations of Penelope and the comforts of Ithaca but one that.

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READ & DOWNLOAD The Great Fires Poems 1982 1992 Jack Gilbert Æ 9 FREE READ READ á E-book, or Kindle E-pub Æ Jack Gilbert JOYCE'S MOTTO has had much fame but few apostles Among them there has been Jack Gilbert and his orthodoxy a strictness that has reuired of this poet now in the seventh decade of his severe life the penalty of his having had almost no fame at all In an era that puts before the artist so many sleek and official temptations keeping unflinching. I like this I like it a lot with reservations I ve read it before at the urging of a friend and I liked it then too though not enough to urge it on others But recently I read an interview with Jack Gilbert in the Paris Review series and by the end I was actually in tears thinking about his life and what he d said and hadn t said about that life in his interview This is a guy who knew Ginsburg back in San Francisco before Howl who in all probability was a mentor to Ginsburg helping him with an early draft of Howl Who lived not in the city where the party was but up in some derelict cabin on the outskirts and anyway moved on uickly enough and went on to live in various parts of the world not much caring for celebrity or money A guy who got famous uickly and enjoyed it for about 6 months before moving on and didn t publish another book for 20 years A serious guyOK so respect I like that kind of guy the opposite of careerist But at the same time you can be too serious and I guess I wonder if at times Gilbert is just that His poems are at their best like arrows to the heart In few words with few adornments he takes you to a place deep inside inside him inside you where few poets are able to reach In the poem Trying to Have Something Left Over he speaks of a doomed affair with a woman whose baby he would take care of throwing him up in the air and whispering Pittsburgh to him each time So that all his life her son would feel gladnessunaccountably when anyone spoke of the ruinedcity of steel in America Each time almostremembering something maybe important that got lostWow I think that s beautiful That Gilbert loves the child that much that he loves his hometown that in this poem he extends the gift to all who read itIn the poem Gift Horses he s also at his bestHe lives in the barrens in dying neighbourhoodsand negligible countries None with an addressBut still the Devil finds him Kills the wifeor spoils the marriageThen he speaks of the pleasures the Devil allows us despite all this Maybe because he is notgood at his job I believe he loves us againsthis willAgain wow Maybe this is Gilbert s speciality to make us glad of the concessions grief allows us Certainly the landscape of these poems is overwhelmingly one of desolation yet we are left with the sense of a man who knows and enjoys pleasure and who finds it in unexpected places Writing often of the death of his wife in her thirties from cancer he clearly knows grief Yet never does he allow this theme to overwhelm us Instead he takes us to the places that grief has taken him to a bare mountaintop where many of the poems take place When I hit the log frozen in the woodpile to break it freeit makes a sound of perfect inhumanitywhich goes pure all through the valleylike a crow calling unexpectedlyat the darker end of twilight that awakens me in the middle of a lifeI cannot but love anyone who brings me so vividly into such moments of solitude which I have lived myself though all too briefly and hope to live again Moments brilliantly illuminating yet almost unbearableAlone with the heart howlingand refusing to let it feed onmere affectionGilbert tells it like it is And I like it At times I love it But at the same time I can t help but feel something is missing The language is brilliant the polish the precision At times it seems about to keel over into its own parody but each time he pulls back just in time Yet in this control is a sense of something withheld Perhaps from my imperfect knowledge of poetry I think of Raymond Carver of his very informal conversational take on similar themes And though I can sense Gilbert s mastery I can t help but feel that at his best a poet like Carver gives us though perhaps precisely because he does not work so hard at it Of course at times Carver slides into self parody something that Gilbert never allows himself But is there a touch of pride in this For someone clearly so skilled and dedicated Gilbert s ouvre is suspiciously thin After his death will someone uncover riches undreamed of among his papers I would like to think so but I don t know if I believe it The jury is out on this poet A skilled practitioner but a miser Childless myself alone and having not published for 15 years I see in these poems a warning give before it s too lateThat said I am glad for what little Gilbert offers us

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READ & DOWNLOAD The Great Fires Poems 1982 1992 Jack Gilbert Æ 9 FREE READ READ á E-book, or Kindle E-pub Æ Jack Gilbert Would instead take him ever outward to the impossible blankness of the desert could never have been achieved in the society of others What has kept this great poet brave has been the difficult company of his poems and now we have in Gilbert's third and most silent book what may be what must be the bravest of these imperial accomplishments ?. Not the river as fact but the winter riverand that river in June as two rivers We feel it run through our nature the watersmelling of wet rotting just before springand we call it love a wilderness in the mind