When Mother died I thought: Cavendish and the Dancer. Cavendish desired the man in the fedora who danced the tarantella without regard for who might care. All her life she had a weakness for abandon, and, if the music stopped, for anyone who could turn a phrase. The problem was Mrs. Cavendish wanted it all to mean. She pressed her lips to mind. Pheromones, newly born, were floating between us.
Different Hours: Poems and millions of other books are available for Amazon Kindle. Different Hours: Poems Paperback – January 23, Stephen Dunn is the author of eighteen poetry collections. This sensitive 11th book from Dunn (Loosestrife) largely sticks to familiar territory: in one central poem, a master advises the speaker to Use what's lying around.
I feel like tossing the wind a stick. The promised snow has arrived, heavy, wet, I remember the blizzard of People I don't want to be speak like that. I close my eyes and one of my many unborn sons makes a snowball and lofts it at an unborn friend. They've sent me an AARP card. I'm on their list.
I can be discounted now almost anywhere. And perhaps why as we fall in love we're already falling out of it. It's why the terrified and the simple latch onto one story, just one version of the great mystery. How do we not go crazy, we who have found ourselves compelled to live within the circle, the ellipsis, the word not yet written. Can't you see I've turned away from the large excitements, and have accepted all the troubles? Go down to the old cemetery; you'll see there's nothing definitive to be said. The dead once were all kinds-- boundary breakers and scalawags, martyrs of the flesh, and so many dumb bunnies of duty, unbearably nice.
I've been a little of each. And, please, resist the temptation of speaking about virtue. The seldom-tempted are too fond of that word, the small- spirited, the unburdened. Know that I've admired in others only the fraught straining to be good. Adam's my man and Eve's not to blame. He bit in; it made no sense to stop.
Still, for accuracy's sake you might say I often stopped, that I rarely went as far as I dreamed. And since you know my hardships, understand they're mere bump and setback against history's horror. Remind those seated, perhaps weeping, how obscene it is for some of us to complain. Tell them I had second chances.
I was burned by books early and kept sidling up to the flame. Aug 02, Elizabeth Westmark rated it it was amazing. To read again and again. Not to say, "I read it" and move on. I'll keep it on a corner of my desk for a while, within reach.
As always, thank you, Mr. Sep 28, Mazsuria Razif rated it it was amazing. May 18, Jonathan rated it really liked it. Ever hate the fact that you've finished a book, that there's no more for your eyes to eat? I must say, I appreciate a poet who's not afraid to give alliteration a solid workout in his stuff. As with a nifty pop hook in indie rock music, alliteration and some other devices should be embraced in writing, used well if sparingly. At pages, this is a rather lengthy poetry book.
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It's also amazingly taut. I cannot highlight just one poem here. I'd want to paste a dozen of them in this space, maybe more. The fourth set of poems in Different Hours is particularly moving. Dunn's poems are often startling, sometimes jarring. He's been described by some in the know as "one of our indispensable poets.
It took the Pulitzer in I read this and saw why. Three of Dunn's poems here are based around quoted excerpts or typos from some of his students' work. It could be kitschy but is remarkable, how he riffs off those sentences. The titular phrase, Different Hours, refers not only to those in one's own life, but also to all the historical and existential and philosophical moments that comprise Life on the whole. A few pieces here come from Dunn's observations of everyday life in New Jersey burying a cat, for one , and they're stirring even as they depict seemingly mundane happenings.
I have trouble recalling other individual poems now call it congruous and will certainly give this set another go soon. Some golden stanzas and phrasings contained here, some turns of phrase that just leave one quiet and pondering for a few minutes. Mar 31, Cheryl rated it liked it. All your life, it seems, you've been appealing it. Night sweats and useless stratagem.
Once you deal with death so frequen "You open your windows to good air blowing in from who knows where, which you gulp and deeply inhale as if you have a death sentence.
Once you deal with death so frequently and practically, but never your own loved ones, you learn to accept that we all have a death sentence, we all owe a death, no exceptions, but the trick and the secret is to appeal it every day by LIVING it and not letting it pass you by, and noticing the things that poets notice.
Dunn's poetry, it is grounded and accessible and so wise. I am also a little soulfully old for my years, partly organic, partly from being a nurse. For me it had its place, scaffolding and backdrop to the stage on which people ruined and saved themselves… but still down to earth sexy. Feb 22, Sara rated it it was amazing. Totally deserving of the Pulitzer.
But after a few years, like anyone on his own, he couldn't separate what he'd chosen from what had chosen him. Calypso, the Lotus-eaters, Circe; a man could forget where he lived. To survive Cyclops and withstand the Sir Totally deserving of the Pulitzer. To survive Cyclops and withstand the Sirens' song -- just those words survive, withstand, in his mind became a music he moved to and lived by. How could govern, even love, compete?
They belonged to a different part of a man, the untested part, which never had transcended dread, or the liar part, which always spoke like a citizen. The larger the man, though, the more he needed to be reminded he was a man. Lightning, high winds, for every excess a punishment. Penelope was dear to him, full of character and fine in bed.
Essays and Memoirs reissued Everyone, especially male readers. The promised snow has arrived, heavy, wet, I remember the blizzard of Now, nothing human moving. More About this Poet. She pressed her lips to mind.
But by the middle years this other life had become his life. That was Odysseus' secret kept even from himself. When he talked about return he thought he meant what he said. Twenty years to get home? A man finds his shipwrecks, tells himself the necessary stories. Whatever gods are -- our own fearful voices or intimations from the unseen order of things, the gods finally released him, cleared the way.
Odysseus boarded that Phaecian ship, suddenly tired of the road's dangerous enchantments, and sailed through storm and wild sea as if his beloved were all that ever mattered. Feb 19, Kim rated it really liked it. Endlessly clever and deceptively simple. Aug 23, Lawrence rated it liked it.
I am not a enthusiatic reader of poetry. One of my friends in Chicago keeps trying to change my approach and I appreciate that he keeps trying despite all odds. To me, poetry generally is just too much work for so little return. There is too much I just don't get. But I occassionaly read a poem that I get, it says something in intelligible and relevant to me.
There are many poems in this collection that do that. There also are poems here that simply irritate e. Oklahoma City opening statement that he, and we know who he is, "choose to plead innocent because he was guilty" is as a general proposition simply inconsistent with any defendant's right to plead innocent to make the state with its theoretically infinite resources and power do its job - that is, prove a defendant is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.
Guess I'm just too much of a lawyer to accept the opening line regardless of how I might feel about any particular defendant in any particular case. As for McVeigh, who without a doubt is the referent here, one could just have reasonably opened a poem with he "choose to plead innocent so he could have a forum for harranging America with his views. Apr 08, Michele rated it really liked it Shelves: So April is National Poetry Month and every year, despite my genetic inability to understand a word of poetry, I try to read some.
Who says I'm not a team player? This year, I deliberately looked for a non-dead poet, preferably one who has been showered with awards since I'm unable to discern for myself what is good and what is bad poetry. So Stephen Dunn's collection, Different Hours, it was. Pulitzer Prize winner, modern, still alive, professor of creative writing I actually enjoyed most of the poems in this collection, nihilistic though it seemed to me.
But that kind of stuff is right up my alley. His poems are quite reflective and yes, I was okay that they didn't rhyme, ha ha I don't think it was written to make us feel guilty Ultimately I can say that if you've never been a poetry 'person' "I just don't get it Buy it, track it down in your local library, give it a try. You might be surprised. May 21, Vincent Boateng rated it really liked it.
In Different Hours, Dunn's voice is unmistakably conversational, authentic and interesting enough to invite you into the world of his poems and keep you in for the long haul. I couldn't put the book down after reading the first few poems. In the poem, "Sixty," Dunn invites us to his 60th birthday in lines that are at once daring and even reckless: I've had it with all stingy-hearted sons In Different Hours, Dunn's voice is unmistakably conversational, authentic and interesting enough to invite you into the world of his poems and keep you in for the long haul.
They read like poems written by a man in midlife crisis, "happily implicated and encumbered" by other people's lives. Perhaps what I find as the worst poem in this collection is "His Town," a poem which starts with a students typo and rambles on till it ends nowhere.
In sum, a good read! Aug 01, Nicholas Lee rated it it was amazing. Stephen Dunn won the Pulitzer Prize for this book, which contains some of his best prose poetry to date. Dunn tackles the abstract while keeping his diction and syntax grounded.
He deals with realism in his poetry, although he occasionally incorporates a little bit of Greek here and there see also: Different Hours is a nice armchair book that you could enjoy a Stephen Dunn won the Pulitzer Prize for this book, which contains some of his best prose poetry to date. Different Hours is a nice armchair book that you could enjoy at home or on the train.
It nourishes the soul with its vulnerability, empathy, and modern if not post-modern vibe. Stephen Dunn enters the every man, touching the bases of antiquity, emotion, humankind's mundane ceremonies like toasting someone at a dinner on getting a promotion or a pay raise , and once again, empathy. This is a must-read for the readers that want some contemporary poetry. The deeper meaning is often hard to grasp with classical poetry and while I found this to have some subtle layers, I really got it.
Jun 02, Samantha rated it really liked it Shelves: Thought-provoking and clever poems with lines that are accessible in language but still pack a heavy and meaningful punch, Dunn sets out to face head-on subjects many are not eager to be so candid about. That said, it's hard not to wholly agree with much of what he says. A rose, well, a rose was just a prom queen standing still for a photo. Mountain sunsets, waterfalls, they were postcards to send to good friends who trusted After reading Different Hours, I only wish I'd discover Stephen Dunn sooner. Mountain sunsets, waterfalls, they were postcards to send to good friends who trusted happiness occurred, if at all, in other places.
It had rained now for so many days rain had become another form of silence. It scares me how much new beauty I can find in his writing each time I do this. But today I rediscovered "Optimism" and these lines from the title poem: Dec 29, David Yockel, rated it it was amazing. Dunn shows us the beauty in their battle, and the oh-so-human need for their reconciliation. No wonder it won the Pulitzer.
A stunning exhibit of form and freedom. I'm a happier person having read it. Jul 23, Catamorandi rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: Recommended to Catamorandi by: I love this book. Stephen Dunn is a fantastic poet. He plays with words expertly. Despite the word playing, I understood every poem completely.