"The Unwritten History of Prose" By T.R. Hummer

"The Unwritten History of Prose"
By T.R. Hummer

Notice for T. R. Hummer:
T. R. Hummer was born in August 7, 1950, in Noxubee County in Macon, Mississippi. He work in literature and poetry is very extensive. Writing poems and literary essays Hummer stabilize himself as most preeminent American poets today.


Publised in Updated Tuesday, Jan. 6, 2009, at 7:22 AM ET


.......... … a litel thyng …
....................—Chaucer

The prose of merchants, the prose of ministers,
Pornographers' prose, the prose of Julius Caesar—
Every militant word. Executioners' prose, inspectors' prose,
The dreamy calculation of love letters,
Attorneys' prose, morticians' prose,
The coded prose of spies. One ice storm,
Years back, scribbled its thesis on Ohio.
In another, my father, still alive, incised my name
Backward in rime on the kitchen window.
He stood outside in the world, ice in his eyebrows,
Breathing. My neighbor has no dog run.
My father built one for his brace of English pointers
Who howled their misery in doggy paragraphs
As the storm revised them. I was old enough to read
Three words, and he'd just scraped one of them
In front of his blood-lit face.

……………………………………....The prose of sociologists,
Alchemists' Latin prose, the cookbook prose of chefs,
Memory's watery pages—how to map its geology, its chalky strata,
Volcanic upheavals, sediments of excrement and ash?
Someone lies in a bedroom illuminated by ice-light
As the storm cracks down. On the hearth, a small fire;
On the table, a sheaf of parchment; by the door,
Twitching in sleep, an indeterminate dog.
The man composes in his head. I wol yow telle
A litel thyng in prose, he might be thinking.

Reference: Slate Magazine

Works:

Translation of Light (1976)
The Angelic Orders (1982)
The Passion of the Right-Angled Man (1985)
Lower-Class Heresy (1987) Walt Whitman in Hell: Poems (1996)
Useless Virtues (2001)
The Mechanical Muse
The Muse in the Machine: Essays on Poetry And the Anatomy of the Body Politic (The Life of Poetry: Poets on Their Art and Craft) April 2006

Reference: http://www.mswritersandmusicians.com/writers/tr-hummer.html

Books:
Walt Whitman in Hell: Poems (Southern Messenger Poets)

Notice for Emma Jones

"Paradise"
By Emma Jones

Notice for Emma Jones:

Emma Jones born in Sydney, Australia. She publishes her first collection of poems in Faber & Faber, The Striped World. Jones concluded PhD in English from the University of Cambridge.

See: Emma Jones on BBC: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/newsnight/review/7771077.stm.

Listen here: http://www.slate.com/id/2210318/

Published in Tuesday, Feb. 3, 2009, at 6:37 AM ET
On Slate Magazine.

Paradise

What you wanted was simple:
a house with a fence and a kind of gulled
light arching up from it to shake in the poplars
or some other brand of European tree
(or was it American?) you'd plant
just for the birds to nest in and so
the crows who'd settle there
could settle like pilgrims.

Darling, all day I've watched the garden make its way
down the road. It stops at the houses
where the lights are on and the hose reel is tidy
and climbs to the windows to look inside
like a child with its eyes of flared rhododendrons
and sunflowers that shutter the wind like bombs
so buttered and brave the sweet peas gallop
and the undergrowths fizz through the fences
and pause at some to shake into asters and weep.

The garden is a mythical beast and a pilgrim.
And when the houses stroll out it eats up
their papers and screens their evangelical dogs.

Barbeque eater,
yankee doodle,
if the garden should leave
where would we age
and park our poodle?

"This is paradise," you said,
a young expansive American saint.
And widened your arms to take it in,
that suburb, spread, with seas in it.

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