Monthly Archives: May 2005

Poetry: now even more modern

It may be time for the many eminent Luddites of verse to steel themselves and snap in their AirPort cards, and not on their portable Remingtons (that wouldn’t work at all):

New York, NY (PRWEB) May 23, 2005 — The Academy of American Poets has unveiled a completely revamped, redesigned, and expanded version of its award-winning website, www.poets.org. Tree Swenson, the Academy’s Executive Director, said, “More poems, more articles, more links, more ways to immerse yourself in poetry—welcome to the brand new Poets.org.”

In April 2005, Poets.org received 1.15 million visits, 570,000 unique visitors, and 7.8 million hits, with an average visit length of over 13 minutes. Poets.org is the most highly trafficked nonprofit poetry site on the web, according to Alexa.com, the web information service from Amazon.com. Poets.org offers nearly 2,000 poems, over 500 poet biographies, 400 essays and interviews, 150 audio recordings, lesson plans for teachers, a poetry gift shop, discussion forums, poetry news, events, and more. In the coming months, even more poetry, prose, poet biographies, and features will be added to Poets.org.

The site redesign includes a fresh new look, a beefed-up structure, improved navigation and search functions, revamped message boards and discussion forums, and new internal linkages. The site also features new technology, such as a php database and open-source technology servers, that will make the site up to three times faster. Poets.org is being redesigned with the assistance of Ruder Finn Interactive and Juxta Digital.

Robin Beth Schaer, the Academy’s web coordinator, noted that the new Poets.org will give readers access to an even deeper appreciation of poetry. “Our readers will see the rich connections between poets—influences and associations, movements and debates. They will discover the writers who have shaped American poetry in the past and those who are shaping it now.” Web associate Nathan Hill said, “Poets.org’s breadth and depth of content is extraordinary, but we think the site is so popular because it offers content and context. or example, if you’re interested in John Ashbery, Poets.org offers not only his photo, bio, and poems, but also an interview, audio recordings, a DVD, related poets, as well as external links.”

Swenson noted that the Academy of American Poets first went online in 1993—”before Amazon, eBay, Google, or Yahoo even existed”—with a modest brochure-type website. Two years later, in 1995, the Academy’s site was expanded to include poems, biographies, quizzes, and discussion forums. The domain Poets.org was registered by the Academy in 1996, and the first version of the current site was launched in April 1997 and subsequently redesigned in May 2000.

Good news, but a fresh new look, a beefed-up structure, revamped message boards? Sounds like Clara Bow and Sinclair Lewis in a meadow rendezvous. Block that metaphor!

By the way, at press time, the “Top 10 Most Popular Poets on Poets.org” were:

1. Langston Hughes
2. Emily Dickinson
3. Robert Frost
4. Walt Whitman
5. Shel Silverstein
6. Dylan Thomas
7. Sylvia Plath
8. Maya Angelou
9. William Carlos Williams
10. Gwendolyn Brooks

(Popularity based on Poets.org user searches)

See something you like? Then buy it! I mean him or her. Some of them come awful cheap.

Most Popular Nonprofit Poetry Website, Poets.org, Re-Launched by Academy of American Poets [eMediaWire]
Is it O.K. to Be a Luddite? [Thomas Pynchon in the NYTBR, 1984. “Except maybe for Brainy Smurf, it’s hard to imagine anybody these days wanting to be called a literary intellectual, though it doesn’t sound so bad if you broaden the labeling to, say, ‘people who read and think.’ Being called a Luddite is another matter…”]

Your daily Wilsey

Here’s a story from the Times of London about the whole messy shebang o’ worms. If you’re from the East Coast and aren’t so fascinated by Sean, Dede, Al, Pat Montandon, and the rest, you’re missing out on an excellent soap opera and, much more important, a kick-ass memoir. Don’t put down the West Coast just because it has movie stars, drunken Paul Giamattis (while in character), and insanely steep hills! There are things to love about California, and this is one of them.

Tycoon’s son pens revenge on ‘wicked’ stepmum [Times online]

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Elizabeth Hoffman: That’s no lady, that’s my poet

I liked this Times obit of the 83-year old Hoffman, who championed good poetry during a time when lady editors were quite a bit more hampered by lady-ness than they are now:

Elizabeth McFarland Hoffman, who as poetry editor of Ladies’ Home Journal sandwiched the work of W. H. Auden, Adrienne Rich and Sylvia Plath in between “Is Your Marriage a Masquerade?” and “Bing Crosby’s Kitchen for His Bride,” died last Thursday in Philadelphia.

While Ms. Hoffman was at Ladies’ Home Journal, from 1948 to 1962, the magazine published at least a half-dozen poems in each monthly issue. Major 20th-century writers whose verse appeared there included Marianne Moore, John Ciardi, Mark Van Doren, Randall Jarrell, Maxine Kumin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Walter de la Mare, Galway Kinnell, Maxwell Anderson and John Updike.

Ms. Hoffman’s own poems, published under her maiden name, also appeared in the magazine. She left Ladies’ Home Journal in 1962, after its new owners stopped publishing poetry.

I had to go back and read that again myself: six poems per issue! No one does that anymore. What a loss for the women who read these magazines. The young Plath, and many more with literary gifts (Mary Cantwell comes to mind), would likely not have become distinguished writers if the women’s magazines they worked for in the fifties hadn’t been distinguished publishers of fiction and poetry themselves. Young women have always collected trivia about beauty secrets that take up considerable space in the brain (in which direction should eyebrow hair be tweezed? I know you know the answer, fellow trivia-gatherers), but at least they could turn to a good short story afterward. Not that there wasn’t a bit of cognitive dissonance:

Usually set in a box in the middle of a page, the poems created some arresting juxtapositions. In the August 1950 issue, “Secrets,” by Auden, follows an ad for Velveeta. In September 1956, “Where the Bodies Break,” by Mr. Kinnell, shares a page with “How to Make 10 Tantalizing Butter Waffles With That Tender Melt-Away Texture.”

Readers of the June 1953 issue, which featured “A Glass of Summer Daisies,” by Jessamyn West, could, a page later, contemplate the question, “Did you wake up today with ‘morning mouth’?”

Oh well, headlines and ad copy are a kind of poetry. Galway Kinnell has something of a tender melt-away texture, when you think about it.

The magazine had a history of such juxtapositions. Under Edward Bok, a Pulitzer Prize-winning writer who edited Ladies’ Home Journal from 1889 to 1919, it published fiction by Sarah Orne Jewett, Bret Harte and Rudyard Kipling alongside articles on childrearing, Jennifer Scanlon, the author of “Inarticulate Longings: The Ladies’ Home Journal, Gender, and the Promises of Consumer Culture” (Routledge, 1995), said in a telephone interview yesterday.

There’s lots not to be nostalgic about when it comes to the fifties, a statement so obvious I shouldn’t have to say it. But we’re still left with women’s mags that have little to offer the mind (besides de-stressing and work-promotion advice, which are good but not what I mean). So don’t read them, you say. Well, exactly.

Elizabeth Hoffman, 82, Editor for Ladies’ Home Journal, Dies [NYT]

(5.30.05 issue) What’s good today?

Here’s the abbreviated TOC for this week’s issue. Links will be linkilated later; diacritics have been noted with a tired nod. What looks good: H. Allen Orr on evolution/devolution; Ian Frazier on anything; Paul Goldberger on Ground Zero; David Bezmozgis’s short story “The Russian Riviera” because I’m hopped up on Russia lately; Sharon Olds and Donald Hall poems; Peter Schjeldahl on Jasper Johns; most of my favorite cartoonists.

Special stuff, online only: “PLUS: Coming tomorrow, a discussion with Bruck about McCain and the 2008 Presidential race.” And, of course, the current stats on the caption contest (plus a really annoying Cartier ad). The pitch-perfect Lewis Gatlin (“This is my stop. Phil, you’ll be C.E.O. till Sixty-third Street”) won contest #2, as I predicted; although my mom didn’t make it to the finals of Gorging Dragons with “I take it you’ll be paying,” there’s still a very funny caption, which is David Markham’s “Remember that time you made me laugh and people came out of my nose?” That’s the one you’ll be voting for, I’m sure. The other contest results are pending. Pray for justice.

TALK OF THE TOWN/FINANCIAL PAGE
Hendrik Hertzberg on Newsweek, the White House, and the fallout from the Guantanamo allegations.
Jeffrey Toobin on a legal battle raging within a feminist arts organization.
Rebecca Mead on trying to save the mounds in Washington Square Park.
Calvin Tomkins on celebrating David Rockefeller’s birthday.
James Surowiecki on how geography is still destiny when it comes to medical care.

ANNALS OF SCIENCE
H. Allen Orr
Devolution: Intelligent design vs. Darwin.

SHOUTS & MURMURS
Ian Frazier: Chinese Arithmetic

THE SKY LINE [Have I seen this heading before? I don’t think so. Old-fashioned style, “sky line” as two words. It makes you actually think about the shape of the line formed by the buildings, which is nice.]
Paul Goldberger
A New Beginning: Should Ground Zero be used for housing?

PROFILES
Connie Bruck
McCain’s Party: The Arizona senator gets ready for 2008.

FICTION
David Bezmozgis: “The Russian Riviera”

BOOKS
Arthur Krystal: A history of the night.
Briefly Noted

THE THEATRE
Hilton Als: “Miss Julie,” “Memory House,” “Flight.”

MUSICAL EVENTS
Alex Ross: “Tristan und Isolde,” “Cyrano de Bergerac.”

THE ART WORLD
Peter Schjeldahl: New work by Jasper Johns.

THE CURRENT CINEMA
David Denby: “The Ninth Day,” “Madagascar.”

POEMS
Donald Hall, “Tennis Ball”
Sharon Olds, “Her Creed”

COVER
Peter de Seve: “The Song of Spring”

DRAWINGS
Danny Shanahan, Liza Donnelly, Eric Lewis, Roz Chast, Leo Cullum, Bruce Eric Kaplan, J. J. Sempe, William Haefeli, Victoria Roberts, David Sipress, P. C. Vey, Jack Ziegler, C. Covert Darbyshire, Drew Dernavich, Mick Stevens

SPOTS
Laurent Cilluffo

The Emdashes Philosophy

Summed up perfectly by Alex Ross, New Yorker (non-pop) music critic: “There is nothing shameful in unchecked enthusiasm. If I walk out dancing on air, I say it in the review.”

On that buoyant note, here’s a savvy meditation by my esteemed former colleague (at Legal Affairs, you media-mapping loonies) John Swansburg on the James Dean morbidity cult, Brando, Hamlet, and the invention of the troubled teenager.

Ahem

Have you voted? At midnight tonight (that’s really soon), EST, it turns into a—it’s too horrible to say. To give Jennifer “Would it kill you to use a few of your roaming minutes?” Cain her rightful prize (see below), click here. To make the corporate surfer speak in your unforgettably droll voice, click here. And what will Jennifer, and you if you’re lucky someday, win?

The Qualified Winner of each Cartoon Caption Contest will receive a print of the cartoon, with the caption, signed by the artist who drew the cartoon (the “Prize”). If the winner cannot be contacted or does not respond within three (3) days, an alternate winner may be selected, at the sole discretion of the Judge(s). The approximate retail value of the Prize is $250. Income and other taxes, if any, are the sole responsibility of the winner.

Jennifer is Qualified, and therefore will win the “Prize.” You may or not be Qualified, but you are Qualified to Vote. Do so. Ask not what your magazine can do for you, but what you can do for your caption-writing career!

Postscript: I put my money where my fingers were (hmm) and I entered. Yes, I submitted a caption. If it places, you’ll be the first to know. If not, I will still have Participated. You know what they say: You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. Ramalama ham-jam!

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R.I.P.

A sad story about the violent death of Ismael Kurkculer, a former Algonquin Hotel waiter who was killed in Jersey City on Thursday by someone the police suspect he may have known.

For more than five years Kurkculer, a Turkish national, worked as a waiter at Manhattan’s famed upscale, 174-room Algonquin Hotel, on 44th Street between Fifth and Sixth avenues. A hotel manager at the Algonquin notified staff of Kurkculer’s death on Thursday night.

“Everybody is shocked,” said one of Kurkculer’s fellow waiters who declined to provide his name.

“He was one of the nicest guys there are,” the employee said, standing outside of the century-old hotel yesterday.

The waiter said Kurkculer was “one of the best” waiters at the Algonquin and was known for his politeness toward guests.

“He was so quiet, so professional, always talking nice. For that kind of person to have an enemy, I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head as his voice trailed off.

DeFazio said a manager at the hotel got a shock when he called Kurkculer’s apartment on Thursday to see check on his employee, only to have a county homicide investigator answer the phone.

“The Algonquin manager called (Kurkculer’s) apartment Thursday afternoon out of concern because he received a call from a Jersey Journal reporter about the victim,” DeFazio said.

Yesterday a hotel representative declined comment, citing company policy.

Broken beer bottle was weapon in Jersey City bedroom stabbing [Jersey Journal]

And while we’re giving peace a chance

Here’s a photo from Russia—a tank from the Kursk battlefield, which I visited last month, and a bird that was hopping in and out of it. Most of the other photos (all taken with throwaway cameras, hence thumb cameos) are up on Flickr too; I’ll be posting them here from time to time. Dig the ad for the Moscow “retro-style” restaurant whose decor “creates the atmosphere of the Soviet era 1970s.”

Kursk bird

The strangest dream

Glad to to see that Sasha Frere-Jones is a Pete Seeger fan. Since Seeger’s on my all-star list, here’s a tribute for the great man’s 86th birthday by Studs Terkel, who’s also on that list. “Hail Pete, at 86, still the boy with that touch of hope in the midst of bleakness. There ain’t no one like him.” Thanks for the link, SFJ! I’m also struck by Terkel’s rhetorical question “How could there be labor rallies without songs? It was in the true American tradition.” I wondered this myself after hearing Seeger on an NPR retrospective, and going to a sunny and meandering anti-nuke rally in Central Park soon afterward. Chants get old really quickly, and so does rhetoric. Music is the definition of unity; it might help lift current protesters from our general crestfallenness if we sang, not just new songs but what Seeger already taught us. Totally old-fashioned, true. But it’s been known to work.

(5.16.05 issue) On Diffee’s vision, Scranton begs to differ

First talented cartoonist Matthew Diffee’s photo is posted on the information superhighway, and now the city of Scranton is mad at him for this cartoon (“Scranton the Ride”):

That bastion of literary excellence and urbane sophistication, The New Yorker magazine, has picked a fight with down-to-earth Scranton.

Yes, it’s true. Scranton has suffered yet another pop culture rebuke, this time at the hands of one of the most respected magazines in America. In The New Yorker‘s May 16 issue, Matthew Diffee, one of the magazine’s stable of freelance “gag” cartoonists, made the city the unflattering focus of a single-panel strip.

Turn to page 79 and you’ll find the cartoon in the top right corner — a neatly drawn sketch of a futuristic-looking mechanical contraption sitting next to a sign that blares, “Scranton The Ride.” Beneath that, in smaller type, reads: “Experience the sights, sounds, and smells of Scranton.”

Then, underneath that, the punchline: “Warning: May cause nausea.”

Get it? The gist seems to be that those who visit Scranton run the risk of becoming violently ill.

Right, Mr. Diffee?

Reached Friday at his home in Brooklyn, Mr. Diffee remained coy with the cartoon’s full intent, saying it was “open to interpretation.” However, he admitted it was “unfair” of him to make Scranton “an object of ridicule.”

Mr. Diffee was initially inspired to do the cartoon when he took the “Ride the Big Apple” virtual reality ride at the Empire State Building.

“It made me a bit queasy, as these things tend to do,” he said.

He figured the ride would be perfect fodder for parody. However, because of The New Yorker‘s somewhat “honey-tinted vision” of the Big Apple, he’d have to pick another place to make fun of.

First, he thought New Jersey. But that seemed “too overdone.”

Then he landed on Scranton, which he’s never actually set foot in, but once drove through while traveling on Interstate 81 a few years back.

During that trip, he got stuck in traffic, caught a view of a landfill and saw several deer carcasses on the side of the road.

“I suppose through that I developed a slightly negative impression of the place,” said Mr. Diffee, a native of Denton, Texas. “All those things together made me unfairly target Scranton.”

Besides his one and only Scranton experience, Mr. Diffee said he was partially inspired by the name itself.

“It’s just a funny-sounding name,” he said. “Say it to the side of your mouth, it will make you giggle.”

The cartoon has elicited interesting responses from locals who’ve seen it.

Friends of Greater Scranton Chamber of Commerce president Austin Burke inundated him with copies of the cartoon in the days following its publication.

“Generally speaking,” said Mr. Burke, who subscribes to the magazine, “the cartoons in The New Yorker are wonderful.”

“I kind of missed the point on this one. I do think they were trying to be derogatory,” he said. “It’s totally appropriate for them to be snobbish, but I’d rather them not to be mean.”

Monsignor Joseph G. Quinn responded with a chuckle of disbelief upon seeing the cartoon.

“Don’t you wonder what prompts such cartoons and such timing?” Monsignor Quinn asked, noting how unfortunate it is to see Scranton portrayed in a negative light given all the positive strides he believes the city has made in recent years.

Still, Mr. Burke was able to put some positive spin on the dig, citing an old axiom that any publicity is good publicity so long as “they keep spelling your name right.”

Monsignor Quinn, meanwhile, managed to come up with a witty retort of his own.

“On the upside, we’re no longer being portrayed as a coal mining community, but rather at least in the spaceship motif. So, maybe we are making progress,” he quipped, before imploring Mr. Diffee to check out the city for himself.

To his credit, Mr. Diffee said he’d be happy to visit Scranton at some point. In the meantime, he thinks Scranton will survive the insult just fine.

“I get the feeling Scranton can take it,” he said. “It seems like a tough town.”

Nice phrase, “honey-tinted vision”; it reminds me of that Salon piece about the magazine’s still-limited view of the city, which I’ll go back and link to soon. I think Josh McAuliffe, the Scranton Times Tribune writer, is just a tiny bit mean himself to refer to anyone as a mere trick Clydesdale in a “stable of freelance ‘gag’ cartoonists.” And I’m not at all sure what Monsignor Quinn means by “such timing.” In any case, do as Diffee suggests and say “Scranton” out of the side of your mouth a couple of times. It sounds like Bogie telling off a paperboy. Even the Scrantonians would giggle.

New Yorker cartoonist takes jab at city in recent issue [Scranton Times Tribune]

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