Photo by Hayden Hall‘Boasted Viridian’ and Other Poetry by Alexander King Ream The Society May 28, 2018 Beauty, Poetry 12 Comments Boasted Viridian Said Viridian Green to Cerulean Blue, “The waves would be boring without me and you, The crashing unflashing, the sheen without glow, Silver unplugged: not luminous Bro.” Of Weeding and Air Conditioning No facial expression announcing the work No special confession “look I didn’t shirk” You weed up a sweat, when weeding’s the thing And when you get wet, the breeze feels like Spring Colonist I was the white man, hailing from Spain To colonies sailing for riches and gain I was from Britain and wanted for land, My home but an island surrounded by sand I was the Dutchman, and long overrun, I wanted a place and my time in the sun And I was the Frenchman, and I sought romance, And the swirling and mixing, the whirl of the dance Yet also went Christ, He came with the Word – Much abused, like the Author who wrote it. Absurd: That the stench that this world mostly ends up to be, Still brings them unflinchingly closer to Me. Alexander King Ream is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 12 Responses E. V. May 28, 2018 I liked reading your poems. You create lovely imagery and employ good meter. Reply C.B. Anderson May 28, 2018 These looked a bit unfinished to me. There were many fine points (if you are into fine points) of diction & meter and grammar that could be improved. But overall, I liked your approach. Although this venue sometimes seems like a playground, it never hurts to get downright serious with technical realities. Your poems had so many pyrrhic feet that I almost lost the overarching meter. It’s your choice, of course, but you need to decide whether or not you wish to write metrical poems, or some kind of hybrid. As always, my comments are subject to further comments, and I am certainly not immune to contradiction, or saved from incisive criticism. For me, it’s a question of whether we are playing hardball or softball. Reply E. V. May 28, 2018 For it to be either, we’d need an oppositional dynamic, and here I thought we were all Team SCP! But, seriously, C.B., no one doubts your literary skill. With the time and effort you invest in criticizing your fellow poets, you might as well complete the thought with a mini-tutorial. For example, take an offending line, explain what the problem is and provide an improved version of it. I’m not sure if I also speak for other writers (or if I only speak for myself), but I don’t mind some criticism if (IF!!!) it teaches me something new that I can use to improve my technique. Of course, I have no right to “volunteer” A.K.R., whose work I thought was delightful. If you need a willing volunteer, feel free to take a swipe at my recent poem, “The Revving Roar of Rolling Thunder”, pub’d 5/25/18. (The extreme use of alliteration in the title was intentional.) There’s no need to feel sorry for a writer who’s learning and improving; pity the writer who can’t improve. Reply Leo Yankevich May 28, 2018 E. V., You can improve by reading the poems of the great poets of the past and by spending less time online asking for advice. You need to go old-school to learn craft and literary sensibility. The sooner you start the better, that is, the younger the better. If you can’t write well when you are 23 you won’t write well when you are 50. This is my theory. I do know, though, that there are exceptions. Nothing irritates me more than a buffoon who thinks he is going to paint or write well, without having abstained sensibility and craft in youth. Talent helps too, but few have that. Reply E. V. May 28, 2018 No, Leo, my motive wasn’t to “go online asking for advice”; I don’t submit work until I’m confident in its merit. My motive, Leo, was to encourage C.B. to change his strategy from “bash & burn” to “constructive criticism”. It seems some commenters revel in the “criticizing” without any regard for the adjective “constructive”. As for your 2nd paragraph, I disagree! Yes, talent does need to be nurtured, and getting an early start helps, but it is absolutely ludicrous to hold the position that talented people can’t blossom past a certain age. Obviously, we both have different opinions about who the buffoons are! E. V. Leo Yankevich May 28, 2018 I enjoyed the third poem, even though the rhymes in the final couplet are not very good. Me/be is as lame as it gets. Regarding the metre: I hear 4 strong beats a line. So this is sprung rhythm/accentual, metre. Reply AKR May 29, 2018 the words me and be ought to be pedestrian, or lame – that will do – in that they refer to the gnostic and excruciatingly humble point of the poem: colonialism brought the Christian gospel mixed with much suffering and evil. Reply AKR May 29, 2018 friendly note: I’m chiefly writing for right-to-left-of-center fraternity brothers in Berkeley and Michigan DKE circa 2008 plus Infantry/Cav from Hawija 2005. Sidney Lanier (more hybrid than I) meant allot to me growing up. This is low toned and humble but clearly and firmly true. Reply Leo Yankevich May 30, 2018 AKR, Ah, so the “gnosis” of your poem is at its core, a gnosis which only libtards can comprehend? Let us remember that sans Christianity and European culture and morality, the natives would still be ripping out one anothers’ hearts and claiming to be the first open-heart surgeons. Reply Lew Icarus Bede May 31, 2018 Mr. Ream’s “Colonist” is a remarkable poem. Like Mr. Yankevich I enjoyed it; the poem is tuneful, clear, and nicely done. What is amazing is that in such a tightly wrought work, the poem could easily be tightened further in the manner Mr. Anderson has suggested, with very little tweaking. I think a period would go nice at the end of the second stanza. Also, in the second stanza’s second couplet the rampant ‘ands’ could be reined in, but this is only a stylistic choice. One of the effective techniques Mr. Ream uses in his anapestic tetrametres is the halting, pulling out of an unaccented syllable, in the first line of each stanza, to highlight his message, and to tie the stanzas neatly together. In addition, his enjambment in the final stanza reminds me of Lermontov’s enjambment in the last stanza of “The Rock”. Despite Mr. Yankevich’s forthright assertion, I actually very much like the couplet be/Me at the end of the poem; because it contrasts aurally and meaningfully with the alliterative pair of stench/unflinchingly. In fact, Mr. Ream’s final couplet, although not iambic, as Emily Dickinson nearly always was, reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s poetic practice, the play of polysyllabic and monosyllabic diction, and the powerful, single-word punch at the end. Surprisingly, at least to me, what came to my mind was the following predominantly anapestic-tetrametre stanza in Julia Ward Howe’s “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”: “In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.” She ended her stanza firmly with an iambic trimetre. In the contretemps between Mr. Ream and Mr. Yankevich, though I agree historically with both Mr. Yankevich’s forcible sentence, “Let us remember that sans Christianity and European culture and morality, the natives would still be ripping out one anothers’ [sic] hearts and claiming to be the first open-heart surgeons”, and Mr. Ream’s own “excruciatingly humble point…colonialism brought the Christian gospel mixed with much suffering and evil”, I find “Colonist” is above such pedestrian remarks. Though perhaps not as metrically precise as Ms. Holbrook’s moving blank-verse sonnet “What Happened in Las Vegas” or Mr. Wilson’s almost-scientific “Pika”, it too displays heightened poetic worth and noteworthy talent. It seems, in my mind at least, to adumbrate real artistic merit in this playground venue. [Note: I prefer referring to works in italics, but they don’t transfer to the commentary; I may forget quotation marks. In addition to other battles of the moment, I am fighting grammatical niceties, mainly British and American. Now I know that we all make typing errors, and that’s to be expected on first write-throughs, which is my modus operandi; but not only am I struggling against various national punctuations, but also the purposes and placements of various marks; so I apologize for any sensibilities I may offend. But there it is. Ah, Cummings.] Reply Leo Yankevich May 31, 2018 Lew Icarus Bede (Bruce Wise), You may be right about the last line, however I still believe it could be better. I wouldn’t say it is gnostic, but rather manichaean. Reply Cause Bewilder June 2, 2018 1. What language: hybrid, pyrrhic, Manichaean. I need a gnomic key; or perhaps the metrical theories of Sidney Lanier, or Poe. 2. As Poe once stated: “Even in the most musical lines we find the succession interrupted.” Take the iambic poem “Al Aaraaf”: How does one mark the following line? “Headlong hitherward o’er the starry sea.” I see the iambic ending, but the beginning is hardly iambic. 3. I wonder what Mr. Anderson would make of Poe’s “The Bells” or Lanier’s “The Marshes of Glynn”, etc. It seems I remember reading somewhere that Poe claimed there were no pyrrhic feet. 4. Anyway, I do see Lanier in “Boasted Viridian”; but generally I think Lanier’s theories are assailable. 5. Finally here is a semi-southern poem…for a semi-southerner. Missive to James Smith I would have thought the Southern Poetry Review would have appreciated works on Faulkner, Lee, and Flannery; but then I guess it isn’t true tradition means a lot down South. Apparently, in Dixie too, old times are quite forgotten. Rise, oh, shades of Poe, Timrod, and Simms! roll round your tombs. And Lanier, Ryan, Hayne, and Tabb just roll your eyes. Oh, ye inhabiters of insubstantial rooms! Call forth the rolls! Call Cable, Cawein, Horton, Page! Roll out the sheets of Harris, Allen, and Murfree. Expunge all ghastly memories of Time and Age. We’re dead to all those faint, pale ghosts of History. Oh, let us keep our heads within this moment’s sand. The world will little note, nor long remember, and… Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.