Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Where Are They Now? Lost Poets of the 70s: Elton's Meat

Mmmmm... Oh Elton! What a fine feast thou hast for us! Your "meal piece" makes my mouth dribble! And you look like such a sweet boy. Sure, Sam Cornish could have kicked your ass, and Mark Strand got more action, but you are the Lost Poet of the 70s who we would vote "Most Likely to Star as an Extra on the Brady Bunch." And your poem? I'll let our fearless snarkers decide in the comments section of this post. Posted by Hello


Anonymous Anonymous said...

What the fuck is that poem supposed to be about?

12:22 PM, May 31, 2005  
Blogger R.C. Bald said...

I believe, dear friends, our chap Elton must be of that strange, rare ilk, a surrealist vegetarian! For not only is the presence of meat upon the table indicted, but subtly, Elton raises a boyish eyebrow at the right to confer permission (i.e. the right of the carnivore to take life), thereby assaulting not only our decisions but their very moral & ethical principles! Oh dear, Elton has drowned I imagine, falling off of a Greenpeace boat, his long hair like a patch of healthy sod submerged, waving, waving, oh dear world, for all of his watery eternity, waving goodbye.

12:43 PM, May 31, 2005  
Anonymous midnightscholar said...

I think we should all encourage more poems about meat to be written; it's really probably THE most underrepresented subject in American poetry today . . . .

3:52 PM, May 31, 2005  
Anonymous Elton John said...

We meet at last, Elton Glaser!

4:26 PM, May 31, 2005  
Anonymous midnightscholar said...

Looks like Elton "Medium Rare" Glaser is still around -- check out the link below.


4:28 PM, May 31, 2005  
Anonymous midnightscholar said...

What others have said about Mr. Glaser:

"There's an awful lot of blood, mucus, urine, and semen dripping through these poems."

— American Book Review, from a review of "Tropical Depressions", the 1987 winner of the Iowa Poetry Prize.

4:33 PM, May 31, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Helen Vendler is still a troll.

10:21 PM, May 31, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Snark, where are you getting these "Lost Poets" from? That anthology should be required reading.

5:32 AM, June 01, 2005  
Anonymous mwb said...

I laughed, I cried, his poetry became a part of me.

7:12 AM, June 01, 2005  
Anonymous renata said...

I liked this one. It's the best lost poem so far. Just because an animal is dead, does not mean it has acquiesced to be devoured. Elton is cool with me.

9:50 AM, June 01, 2005  
Blogger Ginger Pennebaker said...

Elton's poem is set in the context of the Great North Dakota Meat Shortage of 1962. Wracked by hunger-pangs, Elton's brother would steal Elton's thin flank steak during the dinner prayer while Elton's eyes were closed. Naturally, Elton concluded that the hunk of meat had sprouted legs and walked off while his family was busy thanking the Deity for His meagre handouts. The poem betrays Elton's continued anxiety about securing sustenance. Based on this particular poetic effort, it seems that Elton's anxieties are certainly well-founded. It's good, I guess, to see he's survived these turbulent decades, but he seem's like he'd be a bit too intense to invite to one's dinner party. What with the beef fixation and all.

O! Notice how if you switch the title words it spells "Piecemeal!" Genius!

Elton, grow a beard, see a shrink, and I'll have you over for an all- you-can-eat ribeye buffet!

1:06 PM, June 01, 2005  
Blogger Snark said...

" Hey Snark, where are you getting these 'Lost Poets' from? That anthology should be required reading."

Snark will reveal the anthology at the end of the series, which will be coming up fairly soon. I think I'm going to have a contest where whoever comes up with the best snark, receives the book in the mail from me. Such riches must be shared, of course... Stay tuned.

1:35 PM, June 01, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


This "Lost Poets" thing is amazing. Brutal. Lovely. Keep it up!

Monday Love

4:32 AM, June 03, 2005  
Blogger Beverly Writer said...

He looks a bit like Meatloaf,
another poet of the musical sphere who embraces meat.

12:59 PM, June 15, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Elton Glaser, a native of New Orleans, is Distinguished Professor Emeritus of English and former director of The University of Akron Press, where he now edits the Akron Series in Poetry. Nearly five hundred of his poems and translations have appeared in literary magazines and anthologies such as Poetry, The Georgia Review, and The Pittsburgh Book of Contemporary American Poetry. He has published five full-length collections of poems: Relics (Wesleyan University Press, 1984), Tropical Depressions (University of Iowa Press, 1988), Color Photographs of the Ruins (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1992), Winter Amnesties (Southern Illinois University Press, 2000), and Pelican Tracks (Southern Illinois University Press). He coedited, with William Greenway, I Have My Own Song for It: Modern Poems of Ohio (University of Akron Press, 2002). Among his awards are two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, five fellowships from the Ohio Arts Council, the Iowa Poetry Prize, the Crab Orchard Award, and the Randall Jarrell Poetry Prize. In 1996, he was presented the Ohioana Poetry Award in recognition of his contributions to poetry as a teacher, publisher, and poet. His poems have appeared in the 1995, 1997, and 2000 editions of The Best American Poetry, and in Scanning the Century: The Penguin Book of the Twentieth Century in Poetry.

Not lost.

6:46 PM, July 19, 2005  

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