Lumpy pudding

Judging a poem is like judging a pudding or a machine. One demands that it work. Poetry succeeds because all or most of what is said or implied is relevant; what is irrelevant has been excluded, like lumps from pudding and 'bugs' from machinery. (Wimsatt & Beardsley)

Here we celebrate the excluded, lumpy parts of the pudding!

Sep 1, 2012 10:07am
Blaise Cendrars: Chinks Sea vistas Waterfalls Trees long-haired with moss Heavy rubbery glossy leaves Glazed sun High burnished heat Glistening I’ve stopped listening to the urgent voices of my friends discussing The news that I brought from Paris On both sides of the train close by or along the banks of The distant valley The forest is there watching me unsettling me enticing me like a mummy’s mask I watch back Never the flicker of an eye. —Trans, Dick Jones

Blaise Cendrars: Chinks

Sea vistas
Waterfalls
Trees long-haired with moss
Heavy rubbery glossy leaves
Glazed sun
High burnished heat
Glistening
I’ve stopped listening to the urgent voices of my friends discussing
The news that I brought from Paris
On both sides of the train close by or along the banks of
The distant valley
The forest is there watching me unsettling me enticing me like
a mummy’s mask
I watch back
Never the flicker of an eye.

—Trans, Dick Jones

(Source: qarrtsiluni.com)
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