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blown_through: stood up and I could see that it was the face of Hart Crane. The dream froze, and there was a flashback exposition in the voice of Harold Bloom about how Hart Crane had obsessively taken notes about The Challenge (visual of him flipping through dogeared pages with rainbow
MTwouldbeRaees: “We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.”
~Harold Bloom [1930-2019]
[The American Critic]
[Book:The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life]
Eva21182990: "We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light."
Harold Bloom
(From his book, The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life)
Pergament_F: "We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light."
Harold Bloom
➰️
Edward Norton Griffith
Kulambq: 'Not being much of a beach-person, I go there only to chant Walt Whitman, Hart Crane, Stevens, generally in solitude addressing the wind and the waves.'
~ Harold Bloom
I knew we were soulmates Mr. Bloom.
drollbondgirl: follow-up: the hart crane includes an introduction by harold bloom, which he starts off by quoting emerson. i’m laughing.
drollbondgirl: i ordered emerson and bram stoker and hart crane and hölderlin and harold bloom. would like to lock myself in a small room in new england and sit there, with the pages, on my own
LiteraryVienna: „We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.“
Harold Bloom, The Anatomy of Influence
* July 11, 1930
HarthouseJames: "Voyages V" by [Harold] Hart Crane
Hart Crane was an important member of the Modernist movement in American poetry. I don't often see his first name "Harold" used to identify him, as it is here by
manfromroto: Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932):
‘I have drawn my hands away
Toward peace and the grey margins of the day.’
Kulambq: "One cannot expect every attempt at poetry to rival Chaucer and Shakespeare, Milton and Wordsworth ... Wallace Stevens and Hart Crane. But those poets ... set the measure: any who aspire to poetry must keep such exemplars always in mind."
~ Harold Bloom
ddedaniela25: Forgetfulness, Harold Hart Crane
dean_frey: John Ashbery by Richard Avedon, 1983
"No one now writing poems in the English language is likelier than Ashbery to survive the severe judgment of time. He is joining the American sequence that includes Whitman, Dickinson, Stevens and Hart Crane."
- Harold Bloom
DrAlakbarov: In 1929, while besieged by hard-drinking Americans such as Hemingway, Robert McAlmon, Harold Stearns and Morley Callaghan, the bar’s imposing proprietor, Mademoiselle Jalbert, called the police on Hart Crane for either brawling or refusing to pay his bill.
rose_umberto: While an undergraduate at Cornell, Harold bloom used to get drunk and recite Hart Crane backwards.
trueacct: In the alternate universe where American Britpoppery emerged it probably took the form of Harold Bloom style "Hart Crane" *folds arms* "the canon"
AdamCurtisBot: Events keep happening that seem inexplicable and out of control. Coachwhip, Genus Boletellus, Quick March, Harold Hart Crane, Readymoney.
thebookjunction: American poet Harold Hart Crane
SloshuaReynolds: My favorite part of Harold Bloom is the Johnsonian automythology he cultivated, such as being able to read Hart Crane by the time he was 10 or whatever.
anguishreid: how much of the gay shit in hart crane did 12 y/o harold bloom understand?
soriverlibrary: BIRTHDAY OF HART CRANE
Harold Hart Crane was an American poet. Finding both inspiration and provocation in the poetry of T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that was difficult, highly stylized, and ambitious in its scope.
July 21, 1899, Garrettsville, OH
reviewofbots: The Harold Hart Crane Review of Books
clamatoes: some hysterical esoterics on that most in-volved of those cochlear mages (the poets), Harold Hart Crane, jumping off from his death poem, “The Broken Tower”:::
joerock513: Harold Hart Crane was born in
Garrettsville, Ohio,
on July 21, 1899
meskahl: "yes, i being the terrible puppet
of my dreams, shall lavish this on you
- the dense mine of the orchid, split in two."
Harold Hart Crane
meskahl: "i dreamed that all men
dropped their names, and sang.
as only they can praise,
who build their days
with fin and hoof, with wing
and sweetened fang.
struck free and holy
in one Name always."
Harold Hart Crane
meskahl: "the bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
dispatches me as though i dropped down the knell
of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
from pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell."
Harold Hart Crane
RSavinaR: “We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.”
― Harold Bloom, The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life
PoemsMenCry: RIP Harold Bloom - who chose The Broken Tower by Hart Crane for our anthology. Bloom, the author of The Anxiety of Influence, observed of his selection: ‘I do not know another poem like it...’
Kulambq: Harold Bloom's addictive love for reading and literature, for poetry, led me to the discovery of Hart Crane's poetry. Thank you, Harold Bloom, not only for you sagacity but for your willingness to share it with the world.
tommy_robb: The Bronx library where Harold Bloom learned to love literature: “He soon discovered the New York Public Library’s branch in the Melrose section of the Bronx and worked his way through Hart Crane, W.H. Auden and T.S. Eliot.”
thewesternlands: Aside from his book on Yeats, I'm trying to remember if I have any other works by Harold Bloom (RIP). Maybe Genius? Oh, and he wrote the intro to The Complete Poems of Hart Crane, which, after trying to trudge through it, I bagged on and skipped to the poems.
xavierzapata: Harold Bloom joins Hart Crane & Melville. Here’s Bloom on Hart Crane’s poem At Melville’s Tomb “a last word for Melville, Hart Crane, & all readers who share their tragic vision of materialism in matters pertaining to death.”
LiteraryVienna: „We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.“
Harold Bloom, The Anatomy of Influence
MichaelShindler: Imagine telling someone at a party that you're into Hart Crane. Who are you? Harold Bloom? No? Read Yeats. Get Rekt.
5_sh2: “We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.”
Harold Bloom, The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life
Bigarre70: “We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.”
Harold Bloom.
As long as it exits, your look; I don't need more poetry in my life, kid!
LiteraryVienna: “We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.”
Harold Bloom, The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life
educationpriest: Exile Poem by Harold Hart Crane - Poem Hunter
“Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.
A dove's wings clung about my heart each night
With surging gentleness, and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.”
briannirvana1: 4/30/19 11:23am cst
"Harold Hart Crane 1899–1932 lost at sea"
Hart Crane in Mexico 1931-32
On fellowship as well as vacation -
his drinking never wavered
alternating between grandeur and persecution;
LiteraryVienna: “We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.”
Harold Bloom, The Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life
