Let's have a thread about worthwhile contemporary poetry, maybe without the useless slam-poetry bashing that happens every fucking time. Rec stuff you enjoyed and found beautiful.
I personally adored Anne Carson's Autobiography of Red and Meyer's Beowulf - both of which you can find online without any difficulty. Does anyone else love retelling of ancient tales/myths/narrations? Do you have any suggestion?
>personally adored
Ugh. You make me sick. Sage. Hidden.
>>7589286
I wanted to rant at you but it'd be quite useless. Sorry for not being a native English speaker and not adding three or four layers of irony to my enjoyment of a poem, I guess.
i greatly enjoyed Autobiography of Red. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much. it was assigned reading for a class I took on Ovid's Metamorphoses. very heartbreaking book
>>7589232
I've always liked Geoffrey Hill. Haven't read his recent verse though.
The Word has been abroad, is back, with a tanned look
From its subsistence in the stiffening-mire.
Cleansing has become killing, the reward
Touchable, overt, clean to the touch.
Now at a distance from the steam of beasts,
The loathly neckings and fat shook spawn
(Each specimen-jar fed with delicate spawn)
The searchers with the curers sit at meat
And are satisfied.
(can't find the rest of the verse online)
>>7589232
I didn't like AoR that much; which is a shame because I really liked her Town poems.
I have no idea about other contemporary poetry, however
>>7589232
Is this any good
>>7589232
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6CCePrJlaU
This had a pretty big impact on me
>>7589297
>Sorry for not being a native English speaker
You should be
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>>7589232
Anne Carson is wonderful. Did you know it has a sequel? Would definitely recommend it.
Autobiography of Red is great: A great return to narrative verse. The 1990s is contemporary now?
I found pic related inspiring. I wrote a medium length poem on the blank pages at the back immediately upon finishing it. One of the only books to catalyze such a thing in me.
>>7591885
Not really contemporary.
>>7593280
Not at all
And not good either
