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So grateful for this. Thank you prof.

I'm scared of poetry, its breath of sound. With its meanings hidden, it lets me down.

i just placed an order for your book from amazon...99 poems and selected works....cant wait to receive it..

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Thank you for such a clear lecture. You have helped me understand poems I had not understood. Now I enjoy them.

Wow. Thank you.

Great presentation. Hope to see more of your poetry talks.

Yes, 'One should remain drunk at all times, preferably on Virtue. I believe Baudelaire realized the masculine and feminine depths of the universes, the flowers of evil, a degeneration of cosmic love into a sensual whore.

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I have really enjoyed listening to Mr. Gioia's You Tube videos. I am falling in love with poetry. It seems like all my senses are awakened and I'm seeing the world in a richer and fuller way.

Influence of poetry to the modern world !

Thank you for this wonderful video. This is excellent material for me to assign my students to watch at home for the British Literature Class I teach.

though I do adhere to the precept that " a poem should not mean, but be" I must praise Prof Gioia for his lucidity, depth of insight, and non-didactic yet expert style of instruction.

Fantastic. I always feel edified after I’ve encountered either Ted or Dana Gioia.

It's very simple, Poetry should have rhythm and rhyme, it should tell a story or have a moral but so called poets like Bukowski whose poetry is so intospective and dismal don't have any of those things, just negative depressing ramblings without any rhythm or rhyme, I suppose it's trendy to pretend to understand their work but it's not poetry. FOREVER LOST - Lili I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. - I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies For I was just a Gypsy, stolen from my tribe as child. - Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.- I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand The death of any stranger who happens by his home. - The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more The warning signs upon the sand, only tempt the brave Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave. SOPHIE - Lili You know you don’t belong to us he said unto the child We found you poorly in the swamp deep within the mire Your eyes bright red by moonlight, grey blue before the fire We knew that you were different, a difference deep and wild And we were drawn by deepest love this pen cannot explain No thoughts could ever pass our minds of fleeing from the pain. - The pain of one so young and cold we took from death’s dark claws As you grew within our hovel, submissive, bright and smart A child, a girl with deep black curls, brown skin without a flaw We loved you more as time passed by and death called once again To take the man that you called Pa. You never shed a tear You watched the Moon, you understood as Nature made its claim. - I noticed then you hardly slept, in silent meditation deep Things would move before your stare, you never suffered ills You would sing verse you weren’t taught, draw creatures from their sleep And they would sing along with you, nightbirds, raccoons and frogs Until an orchestra of sound rose up so beautiful to hear Surprising to myself as well, I never suffered fear. - But when you grew past childhood, when blood began to flow You ventured nightly through the woods following the song That seemed to spring from all the trees, song I didn’t know When young men came along to call, they froze at your red eyes And went away not to return, then rumors began to grow Fear from all the Villagers, the stories, hate and cries. - One bright morning we were taken by a tap upon our door Standing there all dressed in brown, four girls of Sophie’s age They came inside and took her hand, outside a man on horse She knew them all, they took a draught, then all sat on the floor A chant began, rose to a scream, the sound was tempest worse They took her then, she bade Goodbye, her happiness I saw. - I live alone, shunned by all, inside my mind I know When Moonlight falls and nightbirds sing I feel that I am blessed She’s watching o’er my life and trials, she brings the sun and snow And as I age I feel her here when chairs and tables move A whisper low, a song I hear, the plaintive call of her pet crow. Blessed be.

i use a typewriter and it is a bit loud. so i am not sure where I could go in public to write...

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I wish I had learned this a long time ago. I got too focused on being noticed and now after a year of burnout I’m just beginning to recover (trauma was the catalyst but that’s another story.)

great video, but to be fair, i believe music is just as ancient of an art form as poetry. no one is to say which is more ancient than the other

Poetry: is life. Never heard a man talk so much about poetry: anyhow, nice detailed video, thanks.

Thank you for your videos, I’ve enjoyed each one I’ve seen and I noticed your story in my first issue of The Hudson Review , The Imaginary Operagoer and I related quite a bit to it. I used to hate reading in school and would go to great lengths to avoid it at any cost. I matured a little late and started reading literature for fun when I was in the Army, sitting at green ramp in my parachute for hours the short stories by Hemingway was a great way to pass the time and would fit perfectly in my cargo pocket. Now that I’m 34 and have read so much I’ve finally discovered Yeats. Unfortunately I’ve felt incredibly lonely having no one to discuss it with. Literature has a potent and profound effect on me and I buy extra copies of my favorite works and give them away to anyone who might open it and look.

Thank you, this is so true. I think with social media today as well it’s easy to get caught up in the kind of thinking where you feel as if someone always needs to be giving you likes for validation or something isn’t worth doing ! I find it hard when my friends and family aren’t interested in poetry/ literature and don’t understand it the way I do so I can’t really share what I write in a meaningful way with close people either. As you say the person you need to write for most is yourself and then the rest is a bonus 🖤

I used to write tons of poetry but I hardly write at all now and when I do I think it’s rubbish so I give up . I am writing a book but it’s very slow .. 🐢 Always got A s at school for English and did well in creative writing as well 🤷‍♀️

I just read your article about the importance and purpose of poetry in Christianity and I gotta say: Holy mole, can you write! I’ve been reading the Bible and struggling with the poetic language but now I see it differently. ❤

Should poetry exist? If so, whose? What role does the reader play in qualifying the work(s)? What about canon? The gatekeepers? What will AI do to poetry and poetics? If poetry is called poetry, is it poetry for others? Isn't poetry just a product of poetics? Does a static poetics, and thus a static poetry, exist? Whose art? Whose interpretation? Whose world? What function does the context play in the reception of language, the qualification of 'art'? Does art exist? Should it? Why and why not? Is art inevitable? Is miscommunication, exclusion, needed for one thing to be not the other thing? If art is inherently exclusive, what should we exclude? People? Or conventions? Or contexts outside of the now? Please answer these questions...we are trying to find the answer...

What can't poetry be? What should poetry not do? If we call it poetry, is it still poetry? Our channel wants these questions answered :)

"Beauty is the promise of happiness" - Quote by Stendhal

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I am one of those people you described in an earlier video, one who has been intimidated by poetry. Thank you so much for your lectures as they are helping me understand and appreciate poetry in ways I never could have imagined!

Just a note from an Irish person: Innisfree is natively pronounced InnISH-free; i.e. with a slight emphasis on the end of 'Innis' (and with an 'ish' rather than an 'iss' sound) instead of the 'free'. You can't really hear it in Yeat's recording (unless you're listening for it) due to the poor quality and his forced cadence. Innisfree is the Anglicisation of the Gaelic word ''Inis Fraoch' (pronounced Innish-Free-uch, Inis being the Irish for island), meaning, as mentioned in the video 'Island of Heather'. Innisfree is on Lough Gill, by which Yeat's grandfather lived. The Hill of Grianan forms the lake's eastern shore - Grianán being an Irish word describing a sunny place, or (more relevantly) a place of outstanding natural beauty. Yeat's isn't just talking about returning to any old natural place; he's talking about returning to a place where nature is in her glory - the antithesis of the speaker's condition.

The best video about poetry I have watched so far. And thanks for your slow pronunciation. Me, as a non native english speaker, could understand every word you said! Thaks a lot!

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I'm afraid I don't have the same grand, philosophical vision Dana has. I just love the craft of words. A good way to spend your brief time on this earth is to devote yourself to something you truly like or are fascinated by. You can't go wrong with that.

I must wear my yellow and blue boxer shorts tonight, and return to the world of Stevens. Thank you for this thoughtful reminder to make my return journey.

So so interesting. Given the yoruba west african traditions and one of the stories of Osun (goddess/orisha of beauty/love) is when the other gods didn’t appreciate her/ want her. She left the world and everything went to shhht. The gods tried to save it but nothing was working, they finally went to the Creator God of All and asked for his help and he said well “where is oshun”. It wasnt until her return, the return of beauty, did the world get saved. The ending to this video is exactly that message. Many still have false stereotypes on feminine spiritual archetypes that represent beauty and love such as Oshun, Aphrodite, Hathor, Mira, Luxmi and so many others with the same story across time and culture. But all of these spirits- if you practice, learn about them or simply envoke their energy, u will realize are actually the MOST POWERFUL of all spirits. Osun is a warrior goddess. And try getting cursed by an aphrodite priestess 😅 they look “superficial” and egotistical to the naked eye; but initiating into these feminine, beauty and love spiritual paths are not for the weak. Actually- the strongest (characters and mind) of spiritual people Ive met were all followers and initiates of the beauty archetypes!

This is great. Not a lot/ enough on Baudelaire on CZcams. Thank you

This video explains what poetry is and reveals to me why using poetry daily in my classroom has resulted in higher reading scores.

Great video and very helpful. thank you❤

So enlightning. Thanks from the core of my heart.

Beautiful explanation sir!💞

Found a quote from one of his poems on my Temu hoodie and now I’m so invested 🙌🏾

I want to add that I have watched this twice. It is the best presentation on Stevens that I have ever seen. Such a fascinating poet. I hope you will do more of these.