I'm tired of poets whining about the public not appreciating them. I know more poets than most people do because I've spent my life in colleges and universities which have taken them in as Writers in Residence (comfy positions for poets whose names are sometimes recognized) and as faculty members in creative writing departments around the country. One blogger claimed in 2012 there were 71 MFA programs (Masters in Fine Arts) and another 112 programs where poets can teach Creative Writing majors; the blogger estimated there are at least 800 new MFA's given out every year. I doubt if anyone knows how many are poets. But my guess is too many.
I like poetry and have written about it, and about poets, most of my professional career. But there is no way anyone can keep up with the the annual tidal wave of new poets, new books of poetry, and new schools training them. And it should be made clear from the outset that there are many more good poets now than there ever have been before. But because of their sheer numbers, they go unread.
The poets themselves and the Creative Writing programs they come from are their own audiences. They attend each other's readings and pretend there is a place for them someplace else in the literate universe. That is delusional, but it's a fiction they all hold on to--just as they hold on to the idea that they are under-read and under-appreciated. Their usual posture is a sort of hang-dog look of disappointment and lofty superiority, a difficult combination that they manage with the same irritating panache observed in perpetually misunderstood teenagers.
I think maybe they should take a close look at T. S. Eliot and Wallace Stevens, both of whom worked for a living, Eliot as a banker at first, then in the publishing business, and Stevens in the insurance world. They didn't whine about audiences. They wrote when they could, squeezed it in between other obligations. Nothing hang-dog about them.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
God and Superstition
Superstition. noun
su·per·sti·tion
1. Excessively credulous belief in and reverence for supernatural beings: "He dismissed the ghost stories as mere superstition."
2. Unfounded belief, credulity, fallacy, delusion.
3. A widely held but unjustified belief in supernatural causation.
Synonyms: myth, belief, old wive's tale.
No one wants to be known as superstitious, so gullible as to believe things that are clearly untrue. We smile with superiority at the person who believes good luck comes from a rabbit's foot, bad luck from a black cat; that toads cause warts and eating fish will make you smart. We're way too smart to believe in things like that.
And yet no one who believes in God thinks he's being superstitious.
1. Excessively credulous belief in and reverence for supernatural beings: "He dismissed the ghost stories as mere superstition."
2. Unfounded belief, credulity, fallacy, delusion.
3. A widely held but unjustified belief in supernatural causation.
Synonyms: myth, belief, old wive's tale.
No one wants to be known as superstitious, so gullible as to believe things that are clearly untrue. We smile with superiority at the person who believes good luck comes from a rabbit's foot, bad luck from a black cat; that toads cause warts and eating fish will make you smart. We're way too smart to believe in things like that.
And yet no one who believes in God thinks he's being superstitious.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Speaking of Crosswords. . .
I bow in admiration to the men and women who construct crossword puzzles, "cruciverbalists." I tried for a while to construct my own, and did manage to put two or three together, with great pride, I might add, but all I could manage was the bare-bones success of a school boy. And I knew by constant exposure to the great constructors that I would never be able to match their wittiness and intricate patterning--their genius.
So I gave it up and now sit back and enjoy the brilliant puzzles they have put together. For me. And you too. I know most of them don't do it for the money because unless they grind out a great many of them, it isn't likely they can make much of a living with this talent.. They earn part-time money by being fiendishly creative, while I spend a few late night hours, when I am unfit for proper work, by trying to match wits with them. They're my heroes--and I thank them all.
What follows is a sampling of great minds having fun in a 15 x 15 grid.
What follows is a sampling of great minds having fun in a 15 x 15 grid.
From The New York Times Ultimate Crossword
Omnibus: 1001 Puzzles from the Pages of
The New York Times (2003), edited by Will Shortz.
Constructor
Puzzle No. Clue / Answer
Ernie Furtado
19 Eschew food
/ fast
Norma Steinberg
21 Worthless
agreements? / mtpromises
Nonchalant
view of fortune / ezcomeezgo
Trip Payne
27 Battle
types /
Sopranos
Express
wonderment / oohandahh
Chuck Deodene 34 Cleaned
a windshield / squeegeed
Wayne Robert Williams
39 Coming out on
top? /
bald
Jim Page 44 Turning /
aswirl
Trip Payne 45 What you used to be / thou
Great
shakes? / hulas
Camels’
destinations? / ashtrays
Bob Sefick 73 Clicker that might be used
on a trawler? / castanet
Harvey Estes 94 Square meal? /
ravioli
Harvey Estes 152 Perform perfectly /
dotoat
A.J. Santora 155 Stone-broke /
assetless
Nancy Joline 161 Easter preceder / nor
Nancy S. Ross 170 A.M. or P.M., e.g. / abbr
Jim Page 177 Classics trio /
esses
Rich Norris 183 One whose work is
decreasing? / ironer
Brendan Emmett Quigley
224 Steve Forbes is
surrounded by them / esses
Bryant White 225 St.
Lawrence sight / 1001islands
extremely
rare /
1ina1000000
Chuck Deodene 239 Outdoor air / serenade
Charles Gersch 269 Concert finale / ina
Gregory E. Paul 271 It may be rounded on a diamond
/ third [base]
Jim Page 274 Contents of some sleeves / lps
Elizabeth Gorski 275 Life in the early days /
embryo
Lois Sidway 278 Make or break, e.g. / verb
Sidney Robbins 293 Bosom companions / bras
Jonathan Schmalzbach
359 Nom de
crook /
alias
Chuck Deodene 363 Eyesores or eye sores /
sties
Richard Hughes 379 Y’s half brothers /
aeiou
Jonathan Schmalzbach
380 Seagoing
departure from a Scandinavian capital? /
osloboattochina
Aggressive
personality in the Far East? /
taipeibehavior
South
American football player? / sandiegocharger
Cathy Millhauser 381 Like mosquitoes at a
camp? /
maliciousintent
Stephanie Spadaccini 384 Item filed by a
secretary? / nail
Alfo Micci 393 M /
firstofthemonth
O / secondincommand
Y / thefourthofjuly
E / beethovensthird
O / secondincommand
Y / thefourthofjuly
E / beethovensthird
Richard Thomas 428 Food bar / oleo
Harvey Estes 446 Scoundrel, to Betsy Ross? sewandsew
Completely,
to a pitcher? threwandthrew
Presently,
to a shopaholic? buyandbuy
David J. Kahn 447 Pavarotti, to fans /
kingofthehighcs
Martin Ashwood-Smith
460 It turns into a
different story / spiralstaircase
Randolph Ross 464 Dressing place /
cruet
[clue
54A] =
/ twoxtwentyseven]
Harvey Estes 470 Final copy: Abbr.
/ obit
Randolph Ross 555 Minnesota twins / ens
[the letter “n”]
David J. Kahn 584 “Where’s my watch?” asked
Captain Hook____ /
offhandedly
“Get
lost, Toto!” shouted the Tin
Man____ /
heartlessly
“I’m
a beauty,” said Venus de Milo____ /
disarmingly
Lois Sidway 599 Not dose / dese
Bryant White 602 Coasters for Socrates,
e.g. /
anagram
Kiran S. Kedlaya 627 Betraying, briefly /
doublexing
Sidney L. Robbins 646 Saying / saw
Manny Nosowsky 654 Where exes are made / reno
Lois Sidway 668 Overhead lighting? / halo
Norma Steinberg 669 Marriage? /
altaredstate
Chuck Deodene 749 Acupuncturist’s fee? stickerprice
Dermatologist’s
pronouncement? rashdecision
Arthroscopic
surgeries? / jointventures
Martin Schneider 852 B /
cflat
Hugh Davis 857 Like some kisses and
bases /
stolen
Bob Klahn 885 Fall setting / eden
Martin Ashwood-Smith
890 Appropriate cry
for Crusoe? / tgif
Patrick Jordan 896 Isn’t on the street? / aint
Martin Ashwood-Smith
and Bob Klahn 904 Hamlet’s relatives /
towns
William Bernhardt 914 Peter or the Wolfe? / nero
Richard Silvestri 924 Works on pumps, maybe /
resoles
Jim Page 944 At first /
onbase
Elizabeth Gorski 955 Child, for one /
chef
Frances Hansen 974 Result of a burning
desire / arson
Friday, June 6, 2014
Crossword Connoisseur
You Don’t Say. . . Friday, June 6, 2014
I'm
an old man now and can see that my life has been in a sense one continuous
string of enthusiasms that have grabbed my attention and then held on for long
periods of time. Like crossword puzzles, for example. I can be diverted for stretches of time by
Sudokus and online Scrabble, but only crosswords absorb me so completely that
time seems to stand still.
My mother worked them daily before me, and so I did too as a young man, never thinking while I junior-puzzled that I was becoming an addict. I wasn't fully hooked, however, until my wife gave me The New York Times Ultimate Crossword Omnibus in 2003, the year it was published. "Omnibus" in this context turned out to be 1001 daily puzzles, Monday through Saturday, that editor Will Shortz pulled out of the pages of the Times between 1993 and 1997. These were the first thousand and one puzzles he edited for the Times, "the cream of the crop," he wrote in the Introduction, "of the thousands of puzzles submitted to me until then."
Shortz tried to imagine how long it would take a person to go through them all. He thought maybe two weeks of round-the-clock solving would do it, at about twenty minutes per puzzle--and without any breaks for eating, washing, sleeping, or going to the bathroom. My more modest goal was one a day, which I stuck to from September 26, 2003 to August 6, 2006. It took two years, ten months, and six days. It was a crazy-long commitment--and by the end of it, I was indeed an addict.
But not necessarily to the Times puzzles, even though they are still the gold standard. The problem is that since 2006, I’ve been living in central Florida and now have just a weekend newspaper subscription—and I’m not a fan of Shortz's weekend work: Friday and Saturday puzzles are punishingly hard, which compromises whatever wit and charm they may have been aiming for, and Sunday puzzles are bigger than I like. Monday puzzles are too easy. But I do like the Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday puzzles, which I usually pick up at the grocery store where I buy the Times for $2.50.
My mother worked them daily before me, and so I did too as a young man, never thinking while I junior-puzzled that I was becoming an addict. I wasn't fully hooked, however, until my wife gave me The New York Times Ultimate Crossword Omnibus in 2003, the year it was published. "Omnibus" in this context turned out to be 1001 daily puzzles, Monday through Saturday, that editor Will Shortz pulled out of the pages of the Times between 1993 and 1997. These were the first thousand and one puzzles he edited for the Times, "the cream of the crop," he wrote in the Introduction, "of the thousands of puzzles submitted to me until then."
Shortz tried to imagine how long it would take a person to go through them all. He thought maybe two weeks of round-the-clock solving would do it, at about twenty minutes per puzzle--and without any breaks for eating, washing, sleeping, or going to the bathroom. My more modest goal was one a day, which I stuck to from September 26, 2003 to August 6, 2006. It took two years, ten months, and six days. It was a crazy-long commitment--and by the end of it, I was indeed an addict.
But not necessarily to the Times puzzles, even though they are still the gold standard. The problem is that since 2006, I’ve been living in central Florida and now have just a weekend newspaper subscription—and I’m not a fan of Shortz's weekend work: Friday and Saturday puzzles are punishingly hard, which compromises whatever wit and charm they may have been aiming for, and Sunday puzzles are bigger than I like. Monday puzzles are too easy. But I do like the Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday puzzles, which I usually pick up at the grocery store where I buy the Times for $2.50.
I tried
the online version, but didn’t get along as well with the keyboard as I do with
a pencil—or pen. Using a pen makes the puzzle
harder because you have to be very sure before adding words to the grid. The idea is to make the puzzle as hard as you can
but still be able to solve it. (I read once that Ben Bradlee, legendary editor of the Washington Post from 1968-1991, solved puzzles in his head!) Every solver
has a limit as to how hard the puzzle can be, and part of the fun is stretching
yourself out as far as you can in pursuit of that perfect difficulty level.
Yesterday's Thursday puzzle constructed by Ed Sessa was typically clever, spinning around the answer to 34A: "1860's novel that is the basis for this puzzle's theme." The answer was Little Women. But there were no clues in the puzzle that showed exactly where to find Little Women references. It wasn't too hard to figure out that they were buried in the four long answers. 17A asked for the "American Moses," which was Brigham Young, but there weren't enough spaces, so I knew at once that one space needed three letters. It turned out the missing letters were AMY, which provided the pattern for the other Little Women references: the missing letters in 10D (Shakespeare play setting: Globe Theater) were BETH; the missing letters in 32D (Ribald humor: dirty jokes) were JO; and the missing letters in 55A (Baby boomers, with "the": me generation) were MEG. And thus the little women were identified and the puzzle was solved. It's the puzzle within a puzzle that makes all the difference.
Yesterday's Thursday puzzle constructed by Ed Sessa was typically clever, spinning around the answer to 34A: "1860's novel that is the basis for this puzzle's theme." The answer was Little Women. But there were no clues in the puzzle that showed exactly where to find Little Women references. It wasn't too hard to figure out that they were buried in the four long answers. 17A asked for the "American Moses," which was Brigham Young, but there weren't enough spaces, so I knew at once that one space needed three letters. It turned out the missing letters were AMY, which provided the pattern for the other Little Women references: the missing letters in 10D (Shakespeare play setting: Globe Theater) were BETH; the missing letters in 32D (Ribald humor: dirty jokes) were JO; and the missing letters in 55A (Baby boomers, with "the": me generation) were MEG. And thus the little women were identified and the puzzle was solved. It's the puzzle within a puzzle that makes all the difference.
Here's
another typical Times Thursday adventure, this one by Keith Talon on July 3, 2008. There are three clues for
thirteen-letter answers, each of them with a fiendishly placed error.
20A's clue is "What this answer could use?" which turns out to be
PROOFREADINNG. The clue for 37A is "Like this answer's error,"
which is TYPOGRPAHICAL. And the third clue is "This answer contains
one": MISPELLEDWORD. Not only are the answers ingeniously
difficult, they are all spelled wrong. Brilliant fun.
Thursday
puzzles in the Times (and nowadays elsewhere too) are clearly and
unarguably the best of the week for me--especially when they contain a puzzle within a
puzzle. And when they do, it's no contest. They are simply the
greatest fun to solve. Friday and Saturday puzzles are no fun at all,
merely being hard for the sake of being hard—and it’s a given that any
constructor and his or her editor can make any puzzle harder than anyone can
solve--anyone except the Puzzle Prodigies, who walk the earth like mere mortals
until crossword puzzles come out and are solved in less time than it takes most
of us to sharpen our pencils. They're a perverse bunch and the less said
about them, the better.
It's
the Thursday puzzle, then, that packs all the punch, provides more fun per grid
than any other all week. Take it from me, a sort of slightly above
average solver--and a genuine, if self-styled, crossword connoisseur.
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