Poet Stanley Kunitz Passes into History

From The New York Times:

Mr. Kunitz shunned shallow confession in his art. “Poetry is ultimately mythology, the telling of stories of the soul,” he wrote. “The old myths, the old gods, the old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our minds, waiting for our call. We have need of them, for in their sum they epitomize the wisdom and experience of the race.”

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7 Responses to Poet Stanley Kunitz Passes into History

  1. Ginny in CO says:

    Awesome quote KJ.

    Poetry is ususally the words the limited vocabulary of the intuitive, metaphorical right brain can understand.

    Put them to music and the connections to the right brain can be like magic.

  2. KJ says:

    Ginny, loved that quote as well. It sums up, nearly perfectly, my relationship as a disciple to poetry.

    I loves da poems of myth and narrative. (and image and symbol as well!)

  3. KJ says:

    …and it IS all about the right brain, Ginny! I spend as much time as I can drawing, or engaging in other right brain activities, as I can. It’s like a magic bullet– or a super vitamin– for the left brain.

    Balance, baby. It works. 😉

  4. KJ says:

    opps… “Conversations to Ginny” continues…! LOL

    Poetry’s origins are oral… to slow down and read a poem aloud is to breath the same air as the poet. Only way to really “hear” a poem is to speak it aloud.

    “It’s easy to believe in God
    when the moon looks like this;
    thin host rising low in the East
    tinged by the blood of the sun.”

    When read aloud, “sun” sounds the same as “son.”

  5. Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    Sugar is sweet,
    And Bush would be to.

    But his Violets are warped,
    His Roses are dead,
    His Sugar Bowl’s empty,
    And so is his head.

  6. I would say you like it KJ. Did you get my mail?