RIP Bill Knott

SONNET

Bill Knott

The way the world is not

Astonished at you

It doesn't blink a leaf

When we step from the house

Leads me to think

That beauty is natural, unremarkable

And not to be spoken of

Except in the course of things

The course of singing and worksharing

The course of squeezes and neighbours

The course of you tying back your raving hair to go out

And the course of course of me

Astonished at you

The way the world is not

I enjoyed this poem a lot when I encountered it on today's AAP Poem-a-day. I love its ease and casual (seemingly casual) brilliance, hallmarks of Knott's verse. Then I discovered by scrolling down that its author had died only a couple of weeks ago. Quite a shock.

I first encountered Knott online about ten years ago, ordered his renowned early collection, "The Naomi Poems" at considerable cost through Abe Books, and then his self-published selected, "Goodbye to Prisoner", from the blog of the author himself. We had some correspondence, but he struck me as cagy and bitter, with a harsh penchant for self-deprecation that seemed both a kind of exaggerated put-on, but also genuine, borne of profound self-hatred.  Then I got very busy, and our dialogue fell off.  This article in the New Yorker confirms those impressions, and tells us more about his life and work. Like one of the writers quoted there, I learned to admire him from a distance.

Is the "not" at the end of the first and last lines a play on the author's name? It certainly becomes so, inevitably, in that final, fatal light. (A light all good poetry is written in, of course.)  Anyway, RIP at last, Bill.  Your work will endure.

The Psychology of Self-Publishing

Thanks, everyone, for your comments to the post below.
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To regular readers of Simon DeDeo, this discussion of the psychology of self publishing, posted last August, is old hat, but I found it worthwhile rereading again. Speaking of those who refer back to self-publishing luminaries like Blake and Whitman, he writes (parenthesised phrase mine):

(One red herring that surfaces over and over again in discussions on the subject...) is the idea that self-publishing in the twenty-first century is in any way comparable to the self-publishing of the nineteenth or early-twentieth century. This, to me, seems to be a move made by defenders of self-publishers — and we as a bunch are notorious for having them — to link the act to some kind of legitimizing tradition. Yet whatever history will have to say about Organic Furniture Cellar, the fact remains that the contemporary act of self-publication is a fundamentally delegitimizing move.

He has extenuating things to say about people like Bill Knott, etc.
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For reasons I won't go into here, I took down yesterday's post.