Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Where Are They Now? Lost Poets of the 70s: "Stoked with Stokesbury"


Tie on yer feed-bags Snarkers, because this is most certainly the best Where Are They Now? Lost Poets of the 70s offering to date, and it's going to be hard to top, you will agree when you read Leon Stokesbury's astonishing bit-o-verse. In case you are wondering, all of these are real poets and their real poems that I dug up from an old anthology (to be disclosed at the end of the series). Read this poem, and please, somebody explain to me what Stokesbury did to that "2-by-4 stable boy" with his "refried banana." Email this one to your lists poetry peeps, this snark is for the ages. Posted by Hello

15 Comments:

Blogger R.C. Bald said...

I say, wasn't this in Fence recently? Tonally, & in terms of its out & out marriage of esoteric smarminess, specious surrealism, and, well, dare I say it dear friends, horrid writing, it would certainly fit the bill of that fine, fine publication.

6:54 AM, May 11, 2005  
Blogger R.C. Bald said...

...for more on this matter, dear friends, & with the Snarkers' permission of course, I'd like to invite you to my own blog, in which I've outlined the fundamental shortcomings of Fence & suggested some mild changes. Please see the link below. Snark & Trochee, if you disapprove of my recent blog on my own page, why, dear friends, I will not be offended if you delete this invitation. Good day.

7:51 AM, May 11, 2005  
Blogger Ginger Pennebaker said...

I'll stoke leon's berries any day of the week! Away, Away from the stinking horses! Leon, your moustache amazes and your comb-over confounds, you're verse rearranges a minor theme of Pound's: the refried banana hidden deep in the Cantos, encrypted in a series of mathematical substitutions and acrostic devices. Congradulations! You broke the code! Welcome to the Lost Poet's Hall of Infame.

12:30 PM, May 11, 2005  
Anonymous John Berryman said...

I wish the baker would come.

12:33 PM, May 11, 2005  
Anonymous renata said...

all I can say is astonishing indeed, and this man should have a blog

9:26 AM, May 12, 2005  
Anonymous Walter Jackson Bate said...

It's all there--Keats Sr.'s livery stable, little John's penchant for fighting at school and getting his ass kicked because he was so small, and Yeats' picture of him with his face pressed to a sweet-shop window. Mr. Stokesbury has read me! A+!

9:31 AM, May 12, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Stokesbury teaches in the MFA program at Georgia State University, where he is largely loathed by his students for being obscure, a hard ass, and useless at commenting on poems. Just so as you know...

3:53 PM, June 12, 2005  
Blogger Zinnaida said...

Stokesbury is teaching at Georgia State along with his favorite buddy David Bottoms. Although both are married men, it is rumored that they take Whittman's thoughts about man love to a whole new level. Both are big time hippie-crits. The only reason they stayed in school so long was to avoid Vietnam. This can be said of many of the poets (males) of their generation. Visit any poetry or English class on any campus across this country, and you will find that a vast majority of the students are female. Then look at the English professors and you will notice that most of them are males. Look at the fields of Medicine and Law, and you will notice a near even split with the number of female doctors and lawyers compared to the numbers of males in those professions. The art of poetry has suffered as a result.

8:24 PM, February 03, 2006  
Blogger Martina said...

Actually he teaches at Florida State and has a fairly recent book out--something with "Autumn..." in the title.

3:06 PM, September 30, 2006  
Anonymous Frank Stanford said...

Bang, bang
You shot me down
Bang, bang...

8:20 PM, November 14, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Georgia State, not Florida State

6:21 PM, November 19, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damn Leon, you look HOT. I wished I would have known you then. Of course, I was still practically a child but that's even more romantic really. A dashing young poet and his beautiful poet child bride. Who says a girl should be over 13 to marry? Anyway, I'm legal now Leon, so if you want to a new love let me know. And if you must know I've saved my knee socks and white cotton panties. And yes, Leon I love to be spanked. Did you really have to ask? Best of all, I live right here in Georgia. So, do me a favor and fashion that 2x4 into a paddle with your name carved in it and spank my bottom!Oh God, I hope that you're as kinky as I am!

3:04 AM, April 16, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, Stokesbury and Bottoms hate each others' guts.

1:47 PM, May 02, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Do they really hate each other, or is it simply a lover's quarrel? They used to love each other so much. What did they fight over? The girls or boys in their classes? Who looks better in glasses? I'm on Leon's side all the way! Dave is way jealous of other poets. I'm sure it's all his damn fault. And damn, Leon is HOT!
Leon got Dave the job at GSU. What an ingrate!

2:52 AM, May 09, 2007  
Anonymous greenwichvillagebaby said...

Stokesbury is not lost - he is very clearly in the sights of anyone who chooses to find him. He was my mentor and (I would like to think) friend, and he changed my life in many practical and arcane ways, and would loan me change for the vending machines of the concrete halls of Georgia State during late-night lit classes. You people have no idea of him. You don't know his relationship with David Bottoms. You don't know that he is an insightful and tough teacher who is honest (I guess some people can't handle hearing that their precious poetry sucks) and won't tell you something is good when it isn't. And that he is also a talented painter. And that he is not gay, lecherous, misogynistic... he is just a poet. And you CLEARLY don't know his body of work. And you apparently just like to talk to hear yourselves talk, even when you sound ignorant (to wit: Pennebaker, if you're going to blog on a lit/pseudolit subject, at least learn to spell). I must thank you snarky folks, though - you have made me realize how protective I am, after 20 years, of one of the finest people and poets I have ever worked with. A little willful blind reverence, yes, but I maintain that no one can intone iambic pentameter like Stokesbury. Leave him alone except to praise him for he is a better poet than any of us.

1:52 PM, July 11, 2007  

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