Showing posts with label BJ Ward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BJ Ward. Show all posts

November 4, 2019

Prompt: Get the News from Poems


Late in his career, William Carlos Williams wrote a long poem titled “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower.” Toward the end of the poem, he wrote: "It is difficult / to get the news from poems / yet men die miserably every day / for lack / of what is found there."

Is news what is found in poems? Or is what we get from poems not news but what we need to live?

In B.J. Ward's poem, a man decides to get his news not from the newspaper but from Shakespeare's Othello.

Daily Grind
by BJ Ward

A man awakes every morning
and instead of reading the newspaper
reads Act V of Othello.
He sips his coffee and is content
that this is the news he needs
as his wife looks on helplessly.
The first week she thought it a phase,
his reading this and glaring at her throughout,
the first month an obsession,
the first year a quirkiness in his character,
and now it’s just normal behavior,
this mood setting in over the sliced bananas,
so she tries to make herself beautiful
to appease his drastic taste.
And every morning, as he shaves
the stubble from his face, he questions everything—
his employees, his best friend’s loyalty,
the women in his wife’s canasta club,
and most especially the wife herself
as she puts on lipstick in the mirror next to him
just before he leaves. This is how he begins
each day of his life—as he tightens the tie
around his neck, he remembers the ending,
goes over it word by word in his head,
the complex drama of his every morning
always unfolded on the kitchen table,
a secret Iago come to light with every sunrise
breaking through his window, the syllables
of betrayal and suicide always echoing
as he waits for his car pool, just under his lips
even as he pecks his wife goodbye.

from Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013 (North Atlantic Books)

In the play, Othello confronts Desdemona about committing adultery and then strangles her in their bed. But Emilia realizes what her husband Iago has done and she exposes him. He kills her. Othello now realizes, too late, that Desdemona is innocent. He stabs Iago but doesn't kill him, saying he would rather have Iago live the rest of his life in pain. Then Iago and Othello are arrested for the murders of Roderigo, Emilia, and Desdemona. Othello commits suicide.

Othello is not a comedy.

If the "daily grind" is the difficult, routine and monotonous tasks of daily work - the newspaper, coffee, breakfast, shaving, the tie - then reading Othello breaks that routine. But "the complex drama of his every morning" was always there, "always unfolded on the kitchen table." And now, "a secret Iago come to light with every sunrise."

What news did the husband find in this play-in-verse?  Is it the syllables of "betrayal and suicide always echoing" and he waits for his ride to work? Is that what is "just under his lips / even as he pecks his wife goodbye?"

This is not a comedy either.

But returning to that poem by William Carlos Williams, "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower," here the poet finds the news in the form of a love poem written to his wife. But this long love poem also has its dark moments.

My heart rouses
                        thinking to bring you news
                                                of something
that concerns you
                        and concerns many men.  Look at
                                                what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
                        despised poems.
                                                It is difficult
to get the news from poems
                        yet men die miserably every day
                                                for lack
of what is found there.
                        Hear me out
                                                for I too am concerned
and every man
                        who wants to die at peace in his bed
                                                besides.



Allen Ginsberg, a great admirer of William Carlos Williams, titled one of his books Planet News. That book contains a poem about getting the news of Williams' death. The poem is called “Death News” and it is about his first reactions upon hearing of the death of his elder.


Ezra Pound said, “Poetry is news that stays news.”

So much news by poets.

This month we are writing poems about the news. It is a deceptively challenging prompt. It might mean writing about the news as it is found in poetry, or the poetry found in the news.  As Williams might have said, this is the information that doesn’t become dated or irrelevant with the passage of time.


Submission deadline: November 30, 2019


             

April 12, 2013

B.J. Ward and Louis Jenkins Poetry Workshops May 11 in Paterson

Jenkins
Ward

On May 11, 2013, there will be poetry workshops offered at The Poetry Center at Passaic County Community College (Paterson, NJ) by Louis Jenkins and B.J. Ward. The workshops have a $15 fee and pre-registration is required. The workshops will run from 10 a.m. – noon.

At 1 pm that day, there will be a free and open poetry reading by Louis Jenkins and M. L. Liebler.

Both events are at the Hamilton Club Building, 32 Church Street, Paterson.




January 5, 2009

Jersey Poets


It was nice to see the Sunday New York Times feature some New Jersey poets recently. In a piece called "Selected Works by New Jersey Poets" they had poems by some of my neighbors and friends, so I need to give it a little extra promotion here.

The featured poets are Joe Weil, BJ Ward, George Witte, Madeline Tiger, Sander Zulauf and David Tucker.

In BJ's poem, "New Jersey," he says that

Whenever friends visit from far away —
San Francisco or Jamaica —
what amazes them about my state
more than the long couch of the shore
looking at the constant television of the ocean
or the cloverleaf exit ramps swirling out
like ribbons about to be tightened
on the gift of traffic congestion —
what amazes them are the...
Follow link to read the poem and find out what amazes them

And Joe Weil confesses reveals what he is waiting for... (interesting that they add hyperlinks to some of the poems)


What I’m waiting for is Susan Sarandon.
She can bring Tim Robbins if she wants to;
I liked him in
"The Shaw-Shank Redemption."
He was good in "Bull Durham."
Very good.
Susan Sarandon certainly thought so,
but I’d prefer her alone.


(Sarandon is a Jersey girl.)




Joe is Elizabeth, NJ through & through and is, as described by The New York Times, "working-class, irreverent, modest, but open to the world and filled with a wealth of possibilities."

There's another article "Poetry - Region’s Poets Convey a Sense of Place" on poetry and poets from the region that includes Billy Collins, Patricia Smith and Marc J. Straus on the Westchester team. Starting for Long Island are Grace Schulman, Julie Sheehan, Sandy McIntosh and Barbara Novack, and the away team from Connecticut has Vivian Shipley, Ravi Shankar and Susan Kinsolving.


JERSEY POETS

Poetry by BJ Ward

Joe Weil - Painting The Christmas Trees

Madeline Tiger - Birds of Sorrow and Joy: New and Selected Poems 1970-2000

George Witte - The Apparitioners

The Poets of New Jersey - From Colonial to Contemporary (edited by Emanuel di Pasquale, Frank Finale and Sander Zulauf

David Tucker - Late for Work