Saturday, December 04, 2004

The Award Winner-- Poetry

The winner of the 2004 National Book Award in the Poetry category was Jean Valentine, who appears to live in New York City (naturally).

Ms. Valentine, a graduate of Radcliffe (sister school to Harvard), won the Yale Younger Poets Award in 1965. Since then she's been given a long list of awards and grants by the lit establishment-- among them, from the National Endowment for the Arts; the Guggenheim Foundation; the Rockefeller Foundation, Bunting Institute, Maurice English Prize, Teasdale Poetry Prize, Shelly Memorial Prize, etc etc etc. And now a National Book Award to add to that.

With all those accolades one would think Jean Valentine is quite a spectacular and amazing poet. Not! Here's one from her latest award-winning collection:

THE COIN

While you were alive
and thought well of me
there was always a coin
in my fish-mouth
off in the night
or the day lake. Now
the little coin doesn't need itself.

I'm looking for great qualities of rhythmn, euphony, rhyme, image in this long and lofty poem and can't seem to find too many of them. The other poems in the book are similarly undistinguished. But the elite have again rewarded one of their own. Ms. Valentine and her friends are content, and will no doubt continue cranking out more unremarkable verse to ensure America's poetry scene remains dead.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm as offensively well-read as the next literary curmudgeon, but I have to admit I don't have a single fucking clue what the coin chilling out in the lass' fishmouth is even supposed to mean. There's the whole Charon thing, and the placing of the coin in the mouth of a dead person, so the coin metaphor is tangentially related to death . . . but beyond that, I'm baffled.

Since I like to think that SOMEONE is pretending to get what this artless dull thud of words is supposed to mean, does anyone have a suggestion?

King Wenclas said...

It's like a Barnett Newman painting-- it's not supposed to make sense, it's only an excuse for circulating tax-sheltered money. Understanding it might give the game away.

I'm planning a post about Shakespeare, pros and cons. One thing that can be noticed is the way language (among some) has become so constricted and narrowed, while his is so rich, broad, and alive. (Whether one understands all of it, the mere sound of his language is impressive.)

Anonymous said...

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