Archives par mot-clé : simplicity

#4011 Alicia Stallings

Every four years, for the past three hundred years, Oxford has elected a new professor of poetry (by vote). This is the most prestigious academic position in this field, and it is a fifty-five-year-old American, Alicia Stallings, who has just won this election, the first person who does not come from the British Isles and the second woman (in three hundred years). She has lived in Greece for about twenty years. She is said in The Telegraph to be, of course, American and also a poet, but probably not an American poet. She herself feels alienated from what is happening on the American scene, in part because poetry lives there mainly in academia and in creative writing programs, while she herself earns her living by writing literary criticism and other texts as a freelance writer.

Another important detail, her poems rhyme, and this is considered by most American poetic magazines as too traditional and ancient, not worth of publishing, the same ones who probably, in the same breath, would swoon in front of Rimbaud or Verlaine.

I didn’t know this poet, and I don’t know if I’m going to like her poetry, but she definitely has the main trait I look for in it: simplicity. As for rhymes, they do not scare me, and I like to have fun with one form or another depending on the inspiration of the moment. A nice mockery of the poetry snobs, bravo Oxford! As for me, I’m off now to familiarise myself with her work.

the article in The Telegraphhttps://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/authors/a-e-stallings-oxford-poetry-professor-rhyme/

#3011 simple news (5)

It took me a long time to get used to the holidays in the southern hemisphere, because everything about that time of year is bound to be dark, snowy, cold, etcetera. After many years, however, I got used to living this time of year in a summery, lighter atmosphere, at least when I arrived. The consumer society has since caught up and we see a little more of everything. I find it difficult to join the brouhaha. I continue to live as usual and enjoy all that Nelson has to offer, including, given its temperature and long hours of sunshine, all kinds of produce, which almost all Nelsonians grow around their house. In times of plenty, they put the surplus on the sidewalk and passers-by help themselves,  it is free, or you can buy it in exchange for a few dollars left in a small box. Depending on the season, I can stock up on fejoas, plums, apples, pears, figs, lemon, grapefruit, oranges, tangerines, etcetera, and each time it fills me with  joy. Yesterday on my morning walk, a table on the sidewalk caught my eye. There were bags of walnuts, wrapped in transparent paper and golden ribbon, a small label stating that they were organic nuts from a tree planted in 1892, and it was free. I forgot to take a picture of these wrappers, but thought it was a great display of the Christmas spirit.