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What I Learned from Kenneth Koch

14 May

I spent two life-altering semesters in classes with Kenneth Koch, who has since passed on. Last week, I found my notebook from those classes, which is filled not with notes, but with quotes. He could barely speak without seeming to mean, well, everything.

Here is a reprinting of many of the quotes — feel free to return to these from time to time, as I do.

Kenneth Koch Quotes

“Beauty can’t be separated from youth.  Even Helen. They probably could have avoided that whole war if she’d have been over 45.”

“Some of the most interesting effects in poetry come from the ability to speed up, then slow down time.”

“There’s a pleasure in being the source of someone’s sublime thoughts.”

“Very few poets with any kind of talent write just to say something that”s already been said. You write to discover your secret knowledge.”

“By ‘talking the new morality’, he’s referring to free love. And she’s thinking of putting that new morality into practice.”

“If you want to be quick, sometimes you have to be obscure. If I say, “Emily was mean to me’, you might wonder who Emily is, but really, who cares? It’s much quicker than, ‘My next door neighbor Emily, of whom I’m quite fond….’”

“I love this little phrase ‘japanese paper napkin’. It’s a little bit of something just right.”

“The advantage of youth is being able to be lazy and enjoy it.”

“One realizes what the dog really should be doing, and, by analogy, what we probably really should be doing.”

“No one would want to wager their life on what ‘slipper green’ means.”

“When I was younger, I sent some of my poetry to Stevens. He wrote me back with a short note that said ‘I enjoy the freedom of your poetry, but I don’t think that you celebrate that freedom enough.’ “

“Understanding, you see, is a type of happiness.”

“With little charcoal eyes? I don’t think so.”
– on a bad, overly literal interpretation of The Snowman

“Well, I like the idea, but I don’t know if it will sustain me until lunch.”

“I like the thrill of evil in this poem.”
– Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

“We are born into separation, and from that comes a music. The poem is a thinking vigil: watching for an idea about what is obscure and dark.”

“Think of marriages and funerals. It’s odd how words make an event.”

“Why buy nice China? Why learn to cook? I don’t know. I kinda think it gets us close to something. Paradoxically, we never really get there, but it’s fun being close.”

“The computer was backed up. What? Oh, I don’t know what computers do….”

“There’s this other concern one has with the sun.”

“Why is it we get excited when something looks like something else? Mistaking one thing for another is a glimpse of order that slips away.”

“It sounds like one might be caught on the blade of an enormous lawnmower, yet it doesn’t sound cluttered…”
– on a part of Le Monocle

As Koch was ruminating on Stevens, we all heard a strange sound in the front of the classroom that resembled a metal clack, which Koch likened to a bullet being accepted into a chamber:

Koch: Does someone have me covered?
TA: I’m sorry. I was trying to open a can of soda quietly.
Koch: Who tries to do that? You can’t do that. Does a cherry have no pit? Does a baby not cry?

“Why not just destroy Nantucket? Williams would say, ‘Because of this moment.’”

“As soon as things get too legato, they’re false.”

“I like the idea of getting dressed up to go to a poem.”

“People tend to look wonderful when they’re absorbed.”

“Everyone, really, loves violence.”

“Suppose you’re looking at the face of someone who gives you delight and despair. What are you going to write about? A nose? Teeth? Some ears? How do you keep that intensity? Art is basically making that intensity more accessible.”

“Take my word for it.”
– To a very amateur student disputing his interpretation of a poem

“It’s like a canteen of childhood happiness that one carries around.”

“People are sentimental around children because they’re threatened by them.”

“I presume there wasn’t much of a courtship.”

“Do lovers get more out of the night?”

“That longing seems to Rilke to be important, to be some part of the truth.”

“I like the way you opened the poem: it’s a bit like being dragged into a dark room and being punched in the stomach.”

“There’s a certain lack of quality…..everyplace.”

“Pleasure should be your guide in eating and art.”

The Interdependence of Time & Brilliance

10 Mar

AG, last night before we said goodbye:

If you give a person eternity, there’s nothing they can’t do.  Genius only comes into focus when there’s a time limit.

Incredible.

The Writing on the Wall

13 Dec

Late night tonight.  Most touching memory of the evening:  scrawled on the wall at the Pink Pony on the LES is a plea:  six words which stopped me in my tracks…photo is after the jump…

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In Praise of Complexity

14 Nov

It’s customary here in New York to let subway passengers get off the train before jamming your way through the doorway.  Not that people always do that, but that’s the universally known rule.  People who impatiently stand right outside the door and walk right onto the train when it opens, even though people need to get out, are generally thought to  have the moral reasoning of oj Simpson.

So today I am exiting the train when a guy waiting outside the train door walks right into me.  What complicated matters were two things:  first, he said “excuse me” as he plowed into me and second  he was holding the hand of a very kind looking 8 year old girl.

I thought to myself:  this is the kind of figure I like.  A complex man.  A heathen and a gentleman.  At once Filippo Argenti and Virgil.  Both asshole and custodian in one man.

The weakest of all possible critiques of a person is that of hypocrisy.  The question is never whether someone is internally consistent, it’s whether their inconsistency is moving enough to want to be a part of their life.

Everyone I have ever loved has been a contradiction.  Everyone who has meant something to me has been at war with themselves in a way that defined them, and the art of relationship is partially the act of being a historian of that war for them.  The true greek icon of friendship is not Patrocles; it’s Thucydides.

Then, over time, the contradictions resolve and new ones arise.  In our last days, when we look back on our lives, our friendships are the chronicles of the wars we once were.

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