/lit/ - Literature

At least Ezra got to fuck bitches even inside his officer's room as a supposedly teacher.

reminder that prose is for people scared of poetry and older poetry is for people scared of everything

Pound trying to suppress her. Just one more Epic-length poem by her would make me unbelievably happy.

H.D. - HERmione

>She wanted George with some uncorrelated sector of Her Gart, she wanted George to correlate for her, life here, there. She wanted George to define and to make definable a mirage, a reflection of some lost incarnation, a wood maniac, a tree demon, a neuropathic dendrophile...She wanted George to make the thing an integral, herself integrity. She wanted George to make one of his drastic statements that would dynamite her world away for her. She wanted this, but even as she wanted it she let herself sink further, further, she saw that her two hands reached toward George like the hands of a drowned girl. She knew she was not drowned. Where others would drown-lost, suffocated in this element-she knew that she lived. She had no complete right yet to this element, hands struggled to be pulled out. White hands waved above the water like sea spume or inland-growing pond flowers...She wanted George to pull her out, she wanted George to push her in, let Her be drowned utterly.

>>10505779
H.D.

>>10348989

>>10335414
your description of Eliot is unfair, anyway here's the greatest modernist.

the best modernist was a feminist
the best Victorian novelist was a feminist
my least favorite poem was written by a feminist (Mina Loy)
a lot of bad stuff is feminist, but its not exactly indicative of quality

>>10118066
One day, she'll have the stature she deserves

Poetry before and after her is as distinct as before and after speare

I miss modernism...

Pic-related is my vote for best modernist.

>>10013841 is a good one to read alongside Frost for more straightforward, but obviously masterful verse

If you can't learn from Poe you're either a super-genius of retarded, so read The Raven until your eyes bleed.

>>10009891

this guys list is p good, but I'd include Blake and Wordsworth for older stuff

>>10010436
This guy is a disappointment, but he help a lot of art get made, so I don't hate him.

Try the Black Mountain School if you want good Po-Mo poetry.

she's good but

>>10004318
Is she supposes to say refulgent three times and start chattering about laser rifles?

>>10004028
To the Lighthouse

>>9897020
it was honestly the Romantics, but Modernism is my favorite (po-mo behind it)

I am

not even the best Female modernist (but fucking close)

You can't live on nothing." "I can live on sunlight falling across little bridges. I can live on the Botticelli-blue cornflower pattern on the out-billowing garments of the attendant to Aphrodite and the pattern of strawberry blossoms and the little daisies in the robe of Primavera. I can live on the doves flying (he says) in cohorts from the underside of the faded gilt of the balcony of Saint Mark's cathedral and the long corridors of the Pitti Palace. I can gorge myself on Rome and the naked Bacchus and the face like a blasted lightning-blasted white birch that is some sort of Fury.

>>9814025
>tfw you try to guide ppl into modernisms heights, but your ex-bf memes attention away from your unparalleled mind

>>9814063
true

>>9814201
>All of his poems require extreme erudition and poetic, grammatical and metrical awareness

not really, but they're not exactly accessible either, if you want to feel superior to people just say you understand Ashbery.

I promise to only kill one thread at a time, but you guys really should read her.

How long do I have to shill HD until you guys recognize her genius?

Post a passage from your favorite Long/Epic poem. Discuss others posts.

Mine is H.D.'s Trilogy. This is the sixth canto of the third book (The Flowering of the Rod)

So I would rather drown, remembering--
than bask on tropic atolls

in the coral-seas; I would rather drown,
remembering--than rest on pine or fir-branch

where great stars pour down
their generating strength, Arcturus

or the sapphires of the Northern Crown;
I would rather beat in the wind, crying to these others:

yours is the more foolish circling,
yours is the senseless wheeling

round and round--yours has no reason--
I am seeking heaven;

yours has no vision,
I see what is beneath me, what is above me,

what men say is-not--I remember,
I remember, I remember--you have forgot:

you think, even before it is half-over,
that you cycle is at an end,

but you repeat your foolish circling--again, again, again;
again, the steel sharpened on the stone;

again, the pyramid of skulls;
I gave pity to the dead,

O blasphemy, pity is a stone for bread,
only love is holy and love's ecstasy

that turns and turns and turns about one centre,
reckless, regardless, blind to reality,

that knows the Islands of the Blest are there,
*for many waters can not quench love's fire.*