“Aristotle had less of what we call the tragic sense of life than almost any philosopher who ever lived, There is never a hint in Aristotle that tragedy is true.”
Siobhan Phillips’ work of philosophical poetry criticism discusses the structure of time and everyday repetition in four 20th century American poets: Robert Frost, Wallace Stevens, Elizabeth Bishop, and James Merrill.
Coarsely abusive sexual language is an early iambic tradition. Daniel Garrison Besides being Augustus’s favored poet and composing immaculate and subtle Odes, Horace wrote some rougher-hewn pieces in his series of Epodes (30 BC). The […]
Under the headings pun, rhyme, metaphor, and meter I have in fact already been discussing an aspect of poetic language which, since Empson, no treatment of poetics can afford to ignore: ambiguity. For Empson, ambiguity […]
I wrote a review of this book, a sort of postmodern engagement with Austrian poet Georg Trakl, for the Poetry Project Newsletter. The issue hasn’t been posted online, and since it can be a bit […]
I posted that excerpt from the inflammatory (for sufficiently small values of inflammatory) intro to Steven Moore’s book only as a gag, since people like Steve Donoghue have said much more about it than I […]
Significance [Bedeutsamkeit] can exceed what is aesthetically permissiblre. The Dane Oehlenschlaeger was a nonparticipant observer at the battle of Jena. He tends toward ironical distance and he knows that he can also presuppose this as […]