Me Beauties

As mentioned in a previous posting, I am currently reading Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s ANIMA POETÆ, a collection of unpublished writings from his note-books, edited by Earnest Hartley Coleridge.

These are fascinating. The bulk [or what I have read so far] is made up of aphorisms, mainly brisk poetic/philosophical observations, easily digestible and certainly quotable. They seem to represent and reflect the perpetual bursts of thought from both the creative and intensely busy mind.

The following quote struck me because it is a maxim that I follow whenever reviewing artists’ work, whether poetry or music. As a principle of criticism, I would always want to comment on the positive, and always look for it. This doesn’t mean avoiding being critical [and I don’t mean anchored necessarily to ‘constructive’, though this is always purposeful], because then there is never discernment. What I mean – or how I embrace Coleridge’s argument – is I don’t tend to comment on work I don’t like! I wouldn’t seek out work that doesn’t appeal in order to articulate that dislike. This doesn’t make sense – unless, of course, it is a political or educational premise/doctrine/assumption with which I disagree and would want to promote preventing its insidiousness being adopted by others.

The quote:

Never to lose an opportunity of reasoning against the head-dimming, heart-damping principle of judging a work by its defects, not its beauties. Every work must have the former—we know it a priori—but every work has not the latter, and he, therefore, who discovers them, tells you something that you could not with certainty, or even with probability, have anticipated.

 

The First Smile

The soul’s reason
a smile after sickness,

light dropped
by glow-worms

stretching after stars.

Sickness smiles, then,
half-willingly,

half by system
and the other

whirling for joy.

This is the system
for reasoning,

light at an end
through looking-glass

the reason it displays.

A prayer
of the human species,

a force of the gust,
kissing itself in

tales of continuance.

 

[The first poem from a found sequence started today using Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s ANIMA POETÆ]

Sylvester Intones

After I heard
Stallone
say

fait accompli
[though not like that],
a talking head

on some TV
show about the
Joshua v Ruiz no. I

heavyweight fight
where Anthony lost –
so this a big sell

for bout no. II –
all I will
recall

is that knock-out
accent
knocked out like

it was
au naturel
[though it wasn’t].