One of the things we share is a love of words. My brother has taken to sending me cellphone pics of words he finds around New York City.
He recently found these words on the sidewalk of a street that leads up to the Main Library (lion entrance):
And this week, he shared this poem that he found on the subway--a poem about how a shift in tracks can be jarring, but how the lights DO come back on again after the shift (hallelujah):
He sent along these links: an easier to read view of the poem, and the poet Charles Reznikoff's bio on the Poetry Foundation website. Reznikoff had a fascinating (and hard) life, and was never much acclaimed as a poet while living. I'm pleased to be able to help his work live on. A quote at the end of his bio says it best:
"On the death of Yeats in 1939, Auden wrote that, when he dies, the poet becomes his admirers. That is what has now happened to Reznikoff. He is no longer driven by the compulsion to create. It is not up to him now; it is up to those who are left behind and who think that they may have deciphered something of the meaning which he strove faithfully to create."
Today's Poetry Friday round up is hosted by Jama at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
I took my class to NYC a couple of years ago, and we searched for poems and words all over and made a collection; I'm glad you reminded me about them. Those questioning poems are interesting to read and to ponder, this time especially if you've been on the subway for any length of time.
ReplyDeleteHaven't had a chance to visit New York yet - but seeing these photos makes me think I should find a conference right around that area to give me the perfect excuse to come visit.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to have a brother who loves words as much as you do. I'm envious. I've always wanted an older brother (I'm an only child). :) This is a lovely post. I shall repost in my G+ and FB - love love the photos. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Mary Lee - love the poetic pauses in the midst of anyone's busy schedule. Glad these works can find a new audience each day! And, cheers to big brothers (I love mine, too.)
ReplyDeleteHooray for poetry in public places -- where it belongs, for the masses to appreciate. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with that quotation from Charles Reznikoff's biography -- we should make him better known.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite of his poems is this one:
MY GRANDFATHER, DEAD LONG BEFORE I WAS BORN
My grandfather, dead long before I was born,
died among strangers; and all the verse he wrote
was lost —
except for what
still speaks through me
as mine.
I love finding poetry on city buses and subways. It restores my faith and admiration in people, that so many really seek and share it out. So cool to have your brother send you photos of them! A good practice to spread!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to find poetry nuggets around corners and in subways! It's not that likely to happen in rural areas. I'll keep an eye out when I'm city-bound. Nice to have an interest to share with your brother!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice gift to get from your brother! And Maria's poem is a treat, too. Poems make great presents -- I guess public poems are shared presents.
ReplyDeleteA little late to post but you knew I would love this idea. What a great activity to have students search for words with their cameras, iPods, iPhones, etc and bring them to class. Once again you have me thinking. Thanks!!!
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