tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post935529841385465331..comments2023-09-26T08:04:43.755-07:00Comments on Mark Doty: Heaven for StanleyMark Dotyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-69207059909431066372015-12-15T15:32:18.993-08:002015-12-15T15:32:18.993-08:00Hi Mark
I really struggled finding a way to conta...Hi Mark<br /><br />I really struggled finding a way to contact you Mark and I think this is the only way I will possibly be able to do this. I don't know if you'll see this and I don't know if you'll reply, but I have a wonderful sister (Natasha) who I know is a huge fan of yours. She's amazingly considerate, caring and an all round brilliant person and she's always looked after me and been a person I could talk to and rely on. That's why I was hoping that I could possibly get a signed copy of one of your poems addressed to her. I don't really know a lot about poetry and it's probably my ignorance of literature in all forms really (I'm a physics student in the UK which would explain why), however she is very enthusiastic and loves literature, and you were the first and only poet she mentioned when I asked her who her favourite poet was. If you could possible help me out in getting her this as a present for christmas, as I believe this would be something she would appreciate more than something of material worth. I would really appreciate this Mark if you could make it happen. If not then it's not a problem :) <br /><br />Hope to hear back from you. My email is lee.r.w.francis@gmail.com if you do see this and would like to contact me back.<br /><br />Thank you<br /><br />Lee FrancisAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13540997941399433217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-20363889567107072502015-06-01T10:16:24.569-07:002015-06-01T10:16:24.569-07:00The first three lines of that startling quotation ...The first three lines of that startling quotation could well have been the epigraph for Deeo Lane.<br /><br />My garden slopes upward, as it's a narrow little piece of land that slices perpendicularly into the very tail end of the Ronkonkoma Moraine, the spine of otherwise very flat Long Island. It isn't a steep slope, but it gives the place its character: how the wind comes down over the lane in a storm, how fog comes up from the low-lying land in shrouds. How when you're up toward the top you can look across the top of the house to the treetops across the road. I have the feeling that the source of my poems is indeed underground here, in the dark, among what moves, grows, lives or doesn't there. When I'm here I write in a small square studio halfway up the slope, and sometimes I can almost feel the energy of the place moving in eddies across the threshold, as if toward me. <br />Mark Dotyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-76740335272139010932015-05-31T19:18:58.142-07:002015-05-31T19:18:58.142-07:00I think it was the sacramental nature of the langu...I think it was the sacramental nature of the language, its sense of having coming from a dark and ancient well. (Not putting this well, I know, but somehow when a poet writes,as he did,<br />"I lived on a hill that had too many rooms;<br />Light we could make, but not enough of warmth,<br />And when the light failed, I climbed under the hill.<br />The papers are delivered every day;<br />I am alone and never shed a tear...”<br />you understand that this is beyond religion.) There's something of this is your Deep Lane, I have to say. <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-54504312443825396902015-05-30T22:35:35.346-07:002015-05-30T22:35:35.346-07:00Thank you, Theresa -- a terrific comment. I'm ...Thank you, Theresa -- a terrific comment. I'm so curious about that sense of 'holiness' you describe in Stanle's work. Where does that arise in the poem, do you think, what produces that feeling? Something to do with his emotional engagement in the present moment (even when that moment is a contemplation of the past). Something to do with a lack of barrier between him and the present, as if, when he went to write, Stanley was all there, all in it... I'm not saying this well, but groping for something. I heard him read so many times during the last decade of his life, and every time I could see how readers responded with such energy to this quality of presence, or emotional clarity. Whatever that energetic current was!<br /><br />Mark Dotyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-27121398032618937702015-05-23T18:19:45.058-07:002015-05-23T18:19:45.058-07:00This is so wonderful. I first read Stanley K. as a...This is so wonderful. I first read Stanley K. as an undergraduate in the last century, encountering him in Anthony Ostroff's Contemporary Poet as Artist and Critic. To read a poet respond to analysis of his or her work was a gift to a young aspiring writer and when that poet was Stanley Kunitz talking about the origins and so forth of "Father and Son" -- well, if this was poetry, I wanted it, I would die for it, I couldn't imagine any other life. And he's been a constant companion, his work on my desk so I can dip in at any hour of the day or night and read of that child on the roof, his mother's pears, "the white ignorant hollow" of his father's face. Still the chill running up and down my spine, still the sense that here was holiness. Thank you for this post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com