FROST GETS JESUS!

In a move sure to turn the Scarriet Baseball Poetry League world on its ear, the New England Frost announced today that it has signed Jesus Christ.

They got together in a room, Frost read Christ “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” and it just blew Him away.  Christ has agreed to pitch for the New England Frost, currently in third place in the American League, behind the London Eliots and the Amherst Emily.

Jesus really got along with Mr. Frost,” a spokesman for the New England ballclub said, “Christ isn’t asking for any money.  He just wants to do this.”

Frost has always admired the Sermon on the Mount.  Frost certainly has the conservative credentials to pull something like this off. 

But, more to the point, will Christ help Frost’s ballclub?  

Absolutely.

Christ has a fastball clocked near 100, and He has a pretty good curve to go with it.

New England Frost fans were ecstatic. 

One sampling from a young wag: ”I always thought we were a good team, but now I’m sure we can win it all!”

Frost’s starting five is currently Louis Untermeyer (5-6), Carl Sandburg (6-4), E.A. Robinson (4-5), Anne Sexton (4-3) and Bobby Burns (6-2).   Christ will probably step in for former ace Untermeyer, anthologist and Frost friend who has been less than sharp lately.

Francis Palgrave has recently joined the Frost, as has Omar Khayyam, Seigfried Sassoon, Maxine Kumin, Bernard de Voto, James Wright, and son Franz.

The New England Frost are certainly poised to make a run for the pennant this summer.

You can say that, again!

Meanwhile, over in the Scarriet National League, talks between the Philadelphia Poe and Socrates are said to be showing signs of progress towards a crucial deal, with the ancient philosopher (and starting pitcher) almost convinced that Poe is more scientist than rhapsode.  Socrates has looked over Poe’s work and is said to like what he sees.

Meanwhile, the two hottest teams in Scarriet’s Baseball Poetry League are the London Eliots in the AL, and the NL’s Brooklyn Ashberys.

Amen!  Play ball!

I LEAVE DETAILS TO PAINTINGS

I leave details to paintings,
The scrutiny of the world to paint.
With smudges painters make history;
I give you only plaint.

The orphan has a story,
But today he only cares
For an abstract painting
And its hidden wares.

You can see a world
In a dark and light shape,
But first, things had to happen
To this singing ape.

I had to tell the painter to stop
Because I am the poet and I know
How to put blue morning in its bed
With nature high and human beings low.

I sleep upon your bed;
There was no reason, no sin.
Who knows this holiday,
Except I get to sleep in?

 

I WAS SO HAPPY, I WAS SO PROUD

I was so happy, I was so proud
In the slow sunlight dream of life.
Whether life was murmuring, or it was loud,
Whether I slumbered, or was in the midst of strife,
I did what had to be done
For my children and my wife,
Always stopping to think what would be best,
Though Liberty, with heaving breast,
Often stood before me, flag hoisted, leaning into my ear:
“I am a picture, but a beautiful picture, and your destiny is here.”

POETRY IS CONTUMELY

Poetry is contumely when it isn’t love,
For everything is proud
But love.  She isn’t loud.
She waits for me at the gate,
Holding a book of verses.
She never curses.
She is satisfied with her state.
She loves me.
Alas, poetry
Is contumely when it isn’t love.
She has nothing but song
For me all day long.

AND IT SAYS WHAT I ALWAYS THOUGHT TO SAY

 

In my dreams I do not read.
I talk with the famous
At tables where others interfere
With the beloved person
Who is talking with people I see on the train—
As if they could take him,
As if they could expose my hopes as vain.
I will tell you a secret if you come to my table
Near the part of the restaurant where the stairs
Once trailed downward to the stars.
The restaurant is precarious in the dream,
As if management decided outer space
Would be the proper place
For poetic guests to meet face to face.
So here was the famous poet and I,
With those others getting in the way,
A man with a ponytail, two women, a poem,
And it says what I always thought to say.

IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER PO-BIZ HOT 100!

1. John Barr …because we left him off last time…
2. David Lehman …the BAP gig…he makes dreams come true…
3. Dana Gioia …venerable gadfly, anthologist, poet…
4. Helen Vendler … she anoints, holds up creaking High Modernist edifice…
5. Billy Collins …about as ‘Robert Frost famous’ as one can get these days…
6. Robert Pinsky…the most visible of all the U.S. laureates…
7. Seamus Heaney…rhymes, is  Irish, but  welcomed by Harvard…
8. David Orr…the NY Times poetry reviewer…pleasantly independent…
9. John Ashbery…critic-proof… writes about nothing…nice niche to have…
10. Paul Muldoon…too clever by half, but got’s dis New Yorker gig…
11. Louise Gluck…understated poetry…Yale Judge…
12. Dan Chiasson…the safe, mainstream voice of the hour…
13. Stephen Burt…Vendler’s heir…sweetens ‘difficult’ poetry…
14. Alan Cordle…better to be feared than loved…
15. Adam Kirsch…boy wonder…a critic’s critic…
16. Stephen Berg…APR founder…
17. Rita Dove…a Chubb Fellow at Yale…
18. Rae Armantrout…Language Poetry wins!
19. Jorie Graham…of the Jorie Graham Rule…less avant, more p.c. with age…
20. Ron Silliman…po-biz’s web curator…
21. Ilya Kaminsky…the International King of Translation is here!
22. D.A. Powell…tweets or something…
23. Franz Wright…spiritual mist with a fist…
24. Derek Walcott…Oxford was so close…
25. W.S. Merwin…the oil spill has moved him way up the list…
26. Charles Wright…an Academy Chancellor with many prizes…
27. Peter Gizzi…the inscrutable lyric poet—with a Nation gig…go figure…
28. Kevin Young…very connected…
29. Martin Espada…also connected…
30. Charles Bernstein…Language Poetry, you go!
31. Seth Abramson…MFA defender at large…
32. C.D. Wright…knew Frank Stanford… Brown University…
33. Forrest Gander…married to C.D. Wright…translator…
34. Cole Swenson…she’s Cole Swenson and you’re not…
35. Kay Ryan…current U.S. Laureate…
36. Donald Hall…living legend…
37. Christian Wiman…Poetry gig…
38. Frederick Seidel…cuz he’s creepy…
39. Jane Campion…because she got Keats…
40. Fiona McCrae…Graywolf publisher…
41. Sherman Alexie…smoke goes up…
42. Anne Carson…check out her new ‘book-in-a-box…’
43. Garrison Keillor…no Ezra Pound in
Good Poems…
44. Jerome Rothenberg…ethnopoetics is good for you…really
45. Charles Simic…laureate, Paris Review gigs done…he’s writing!
46. Harold Bloom…revealed: Jahweh is Harold Bloom…
47. Camille Paglia… Break, Blow, Burn is shockingly…New Critical…
48. Tree Swenson…Poets.org, Copper Canyon, National Poetry Month…
49. Tony Hoagland…hated by all good avants
50. Elizabeth Alexander…she read at the inauguration and you didn’t…
51.  Meghan O’Rourke…Slate and Paris Review
52.  Alice Quinn…ex-New Yorker, her Bishop book got buzz…
53.  James Tate…master of the truly funny poem…
54.  Mary Oliver…everyone loves a nature poet…
55.  Rosemarie Waldrop…isn’t there another Waldrop?
56.  Mary Jo Salter…Leithauser…(memo to self: Power Couples list)
57.  Michael Palmer…paints the translation dance…
58.  Glyn Maxwell…Masters from BU, at London…busy bloke…
59.  Dorianne Laux…married to a poet, not a pipefitter…
60.  Michael Dickman…he’s workin’ it…
61.  August Kleinzahler…says what he’s thinking…
62.  Zachary Schomburg…”I want my poems to confuse the reader”
63.  Dean Young…Koch me if you can…
64.  Christian Bok…poetic precision that’ll make you cry…
65.  Keith Waldrop…National Book Award…
66.  Annie Finch…intuitive, feminist metrics…
67.  Marilyn Chin…a nice little war in Poetry letters section…
68.  Joshua Clover…a Walt Whitman chosen by Jorie Graham…
69.  Lucie Brock-Broido…poetry director at Columbia…
70.  Joan Houlihan…anti-anti-foet…
71.  Jeffrey Levine…is Woodman’s poem still up?
72.  Clark Coolidge…a living Beat…
73.  Ben Mazer…put Landis Everson on the map…
74.  Philip Nikolayev…Fulcrum editor…
75.  Maya Angelou…she’s famous and you’re not…
76.  Leon Wieseltier…New Republic’s literary editor…
77.  Christopher Ricks…Oxford, Tennyson, Bob Dylan…
78.  Rosanna Warren…Robert Penn Warren’s little girl…
79.  Simon Armitage…documentaries, translations…
80.  Matthew Zapruder…Verse became Wave
81.  Dara Wier…often misspelled Weir…
82.  Donald Revell…Colorado Review editor…
83.  Maggie Dietz…Favorite Poem Project, Slate
84.  Ray Gonzalez…U.Minnesota professor…
85.  Matthea Harvey…neo-Romantic school…
86.  Alice Fulton…5 times in BAP…
87.  Jon Stallworthy…Norton anthology editor…
88.  Reb Livingston…was  no. 2 in Scarriet’s March Madness!
89.  Katia Kapovich…a Witter Bynner from Billy Collins…
90.  Marjorie Perloff…avant critical goddess…
91.  Albert Goldbarth…MFA, Iowa ’71 and used it well…
92.  Frank Bidart…from Lowell to Chiasson…
93.  Gary B. Fitzgerald…sharpest tongue on the internet…
94.  William Kulik…best poet at this moment?
95.  Natasha Tretheway…blends history and poetry…
96.  Steven Cramer…believes in the line…
97.  James Fenton…journalist/poet Brit…
98.  Susan Schultz…Tin Fish Press
99.  Daniel Nester…a certain raffish charm…
100. Ted Genoways…the new Bin Ramke!

Bonus #101.   George Romero…for naming a character in his latest zombie flick, “Survival of the Dead,” Seamus Muldoon… 

 

AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN ASHBERY

Scarriet:  Hi, John.  I’ve always wanted to interview you.  What do your poems mean, anyway?

Ashbery:  I don’t know.

S:  OK, let’s move on…let’s talk about your ballclub, the Brooklyn Ashberys.

A:  Sure.

S:  Three weeks ago, your team was 8-20, in last place in the Scarriet  American League, 11 games out.   Since then, you’ve moved to within 2 games of .500, winning 15 of 20, and now you trail the first-place Longfellows by just 6 games, with a little over two-thirds of the season to go.  What happened?

A:  We’ve been doing better…

S:  Why?  Was it the addition of Al [Albert Camus] and Sal [Salvador Dali]? Look at their numbers since they’ve been in your lineup: Dali, 12 homers in May, Camus, 26 RBIs.  And what about [Andy] Warhol’s turn-around?  He made that crucial throwing error to go 0-6, but since then he’s 4-0.

A:  Andy has turned it around…

S:  You swept the first place Lowells.  How did that feel?

A:  It felt pretty good…

S:  You knocked them right out of first, capping a 16-4 run last week…Andrew Marvell threw a shutout in that series, and 2 games later, recent acquisition Rae Armantrout picked up a win in relief while getting the winning hit in extra innings in a 7-6 thriller!

A:  It was thrilling, yes.

S:  And this weekend you came into Philadelphia and split a 4 game series with the Poe—Wittgenstein blanking the Poe in game one.  That must have made you feel great!

A:  It did.

S:  This has to be so amazing for you, watching Lord Bacon pitch…seeing Marvell out-duel Shelley as your team wins 2-1…What do you think of all this?

A:  Frank needs to get on base more…

S:  O’Hara!  I was going to ask you about him.  He’s not doing much at the top of your lineup so far this season…James Tate has picked it up, though…

A:  Yes.

S:  O’Hara seems a little impatient at the plate…

A:  We need him to score…(starting to cry)

S:  Are you OK, John?

A:  I’m fine, I’m fine.

S:  Well, congratulations on a fine season so far…it’s a lot of pressure…poetry and…I know you want to win…OK…thanks, John!

A:  Thank you.

Now here’s the Standings with Top Performers so far…

NL

1. Camb Longfellows  29-19  GB -    Top hitters: A. Manzoni, Dante, W. Irving,  Pitching Leaders:  Horace 7-3, G.W. Greene 6-2, Ticknor 5-3

2. Bos Lowells        28-20  GB 1  Hitters: R. Browning, Chaucer, J. Pierpont,  Pitchers: Henry Adams 6-1, O.W. Holmes 4-2

3. Phil Poe              27-21  GB 2   Dostoevsky, Alfred Hitchcock, Fanny Osgood, Pitchers: Pope 6-4, Lord Bacon 6-1

4. NY Bryants        26-22 GB 3   Thomas Cole, James Fenimore Cooper, Pitchers: Abe Lincoln 5-4, Alexander Hamilton 5-4

5. Concord Emersons    25-23  GB 4   Swedenborg, Carlyle, Thoreau, Pitchers: William James 5-4, W.E. Channing 5-2

6. Maine Millays         24-24  GB  5   George Dillon, Shakespeare, Euclid, Pitchers: Philip Sidney 6-2, Sophocles 4-3

7. Brklyn Ashberys     23-25  GB 6   W.H.Auden, Dali, Camus, Sartre, Pitchers: Wittgenstein 5-3, Andrew Marvell 5-4

8. Hartford  Whittiers      21-27  GB 8   Dickens, Alice Walker, Pitchers: William Lloyd Garrison 6-5, Richard Wright 2-1

9. Tenn Ransom       20-28  GB 9   Andrew Nelson Lytle, L. Trilling, Pitchers: Randall Jarrell 6-2, I.A. Richards 4-3

10. NJ Ginsbergs    17-31 GB 12  Bob Dylan, Pitcher: Mark Van Doren 6-4

AL

1. London Eliots           30-18  GB -   Top Hitters: Donne, Aldous Huxley, Top Pitchers: B. Russell 8-2, Churchill 5-1, Corbiere 6-2

2. Amherst Emily          29-19  GB 1    Plath, Keats, Austin Dickinson, Pitchers: Higginson 5-4, Virgil 6-3, Sam Bowles 5-1

3. Hartford Stevens      26-22 GB 4   Mallarme, Hollander, Pitchers: Santayana 5-3, Vendler 6-2, Debussy 3-1

4. NE Frost           26-22 GB 4   Larkin, Wordsworth, Donald Hall, Pitchers: Carl Sandburg 6-4, Bobby Burns 6-2

5. Rapallo Pound         25-23 GB 5   Ford M. Ford, W. Lewis, Villon, Pitchers: R. Wagner 4-0, Olga Rudge 4-1, Sade 2-0

6. Iowa City Grahams     24-24 GB 6   Robert Pinsky, Donald Justice, Pitchers: Ramke 6-4, Winters 5-4, Sontag 3-1

7. NJ Williams      22-26  GB 8   Gary Snyder, R. Duncan, Pitchers: P. Whalen 6-3, R. Silliman 4-2, Stravinksy 3-0

8. Brklyn Whitmans    21-27  GB: 9   William Rossetti, Ferlinghetti, Pitchers: Oscar Wilde 7-4, Swinburne 6-3

9. Camb Cummings   20-28 GB 10   A. MacLeish, J. Dos Passos, Pitcher: Sigmund Freud 4-0

10. NY Moores        17-31 GB 13   Lincoln Kirstein, Pitcher: Stevie Smith 2-0

The Brooklyn Ashberys have been on fire since adding Dali, Camus Sartre, and Ionesco.

The Cambridge Cummings have been lifted by the addition of Freud.  

The Rapallo Pound adding Sade, H.G. Wells, and Blavatsky to their pitching staff has paid off handsomely so far.

The Concord Emersons continue to win despite poor performances from Marx and Nietzsche.

The Tennessee Ransom has struggled recently despite Aristotle in the middle of the lineup.

The London Eliots are a monster since the addition of Churchill and Huxley.

The Cambridge Longfellows have quietly moved into first, getting good contributions from foreign writers and splitting 8 tough games with the Philadelphia Poe.

The Boston Lowells remain hot, despite getting swept by the surging Ashberys.

 Poe has taken 7 of 8 from Emerson.   Jingle that.

DO I HATE POETRY?

A poem’s a little flame
That dies unless we fan it,
Not so much with a reader’s love,
But that the government ban it.

The poem as publicity stunt
Must be planned for hours;
Or you can be like Wordsworth,
And just write poems on flowers.

Emerson smote the amateur
Obsessed with rule and rhyme;
That crap about the soul
Gets them every time.

Emerson’s godson, William,
Did the nitrous oxide test,
In a trance, at a seance,
And Gertrude did the rest.

Free verse! What a scream!
At Lady Ottoline’s dance
The professor fell for the banker
At a glance.

The parish of rich women
By which Joyce & abstract art was fed,
Gave their souls to ‘Poetry,’
By their silken dresses led.

Ransom said that writing
Should not be amateurish,
“My friends’ poetry is something
Colleges can nourish.”

Robert Lowell got God,
Then ran to his master’s wife
To name names of all the women
In Tate’s writing life.

Mark Van Doren at Columbia
Gave Allen Ginsberg a book.
“William Blake fucked me!” sd Ginsberg,
When interviewed by ‘Look.’

Ted Hughes was not prepared
For what a woman could do.
Judging by that anthology,
Neither were you.

The poem as publicity stunt
Has been tried a few times before;
The last time was on Foetry.com,
In two thousand and four.

IN THAT COZY LITTLE PARK

Where they pitch and hit poetry and poetry runs,
Where poetry conquers love and love’s sons
In this park where umpires, dressed in black,
Take the time to write down the strikes from way back,
You accumulated the data and wrote it down
Noting how writers would show the players the town
Where all would end up in a tavern of candlelight song,
The newspaper the next morning getting half the lyrics wrong.
I saw the rosters but there wasn’t enough ink
To put in every poem and still have time to think.
You prepared for this season and looked everything up,
Keeping extra pencils in the plastic insignia cup,
The fans forming in long lines among the trees
Wanted their teams to win and sometimes went on their knees
By radio and television and poetry book.
You should have turned back when she made that look,
But you know, I saw her and I saw how she felt.
She cut out an infield for me from an old piece of felt
In the time it took you to go from first to third.
A poem is just a list because I number every word.

DOES THE MOUNTAIN REALLY LOVE THE LAKE?

I see my thoughts reflected here
In poetry dreamy and clear:
Does the mountain really love the lake?
Or is this only a poet’s mistake?
Should the bashful love the shy?
Or should like let like pass by?
I would write her a line but this
Might be less efficient than a kiss,
As the intellect, used by desire,
With its over-thinking douses the fire.
Can we ever learn too much?
Can thinking ruin passion’s touch?
Having been with those books all day,
The learned wants to be away
From learning and ruins with desire
All that meant to put out the fire,
As the lover, with intelligent lip,
Frightens his mistress with a sudden grip.
All is lost!  As if the lofty mountain
Used mere bulk to love the fountain.

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