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Friday, 18 January 2019

Mary Oliver, Dies Aged 83


Hello Gentle Reader

Mary Oliver was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet, and National Book Award Winner. Her poetry was renowned for its accessibility and simplicity. These traits she endorsed and often encouraged in her fellow poets, young and old. She didn’t believe poetry should be a literary expression of ambiguity or obscurity, but rather a masterful form built around the musicality of linguistics and striking detailed observations of image and emotion. Poetry as a form was one of distilled experiences and acute annotations of the world. Mary Oliver’s poetry was renowned for its occupation of the natural world imbued with spiritual epiphanies. Her work eschewed pretense and pomp, favoured by poets who are boastful vain and ostentatious, in favour of a style that was noted for its subtlety, grace, and simplistic—the three pillars of her poetry. Oliver’s poetry never required seminars or conferences in order to decode or declassify any hidden meaning to her work. Messages, meanings, themes, and thoughts were ever present and readily available to all readers. Her poetry is renowned and often reserved as ‘natural,’ in preoccupation and provocation. Mary Oliver herself stated her two greatest friends and experiences in her childhood were: nature and dead poets. In her poetry she continued to show both bewilderment and astonishment to the natural world. No American poet of this age has a great fondness for frogs, worms, goats, bears, cats, horses, dogs, or sharks quite like Mary Oliver. She treated these life forms as characters, not as images or metaphors (though they did have their metaphorical connotations). She steadily observed the passage of time and the season as a natural wonder. Between poet and reader her poems are conversations. She shares her observations of a quaint but startling world that is both progressive and resiliently conservative in its process. She expresses the plight of the animal condition, which meres the human condition riddled with its own fears and acceptance of the dwindling days and the end. As a poet who has continually received continual acknowledgement and honours, Mary Oliver always appeared grateful but inherently indifferent. Prizes, titles, and awards where all fine and appreciated, but even without them there was always a sense she would continue on her path with resilience and zeal. Critical reception was always received, but critics often missed the point of the appreciative efforts of her work. After all: Mary Oliver was not a difficult poet; but her lack of difficulty, her open communicative style, and conversational approach was what made her loved and admired by her readers. In an interview with National Public Radio, Mary Oliver made the greatest statement with regards to poetry: “Poetry, to be understood, must be clear.” Which is perhaps why she was admired and adored by those who read her work, her work was clear, graceful, and accessible. It was not riddled with pomp or ceremony, it was not ostentatious or vain, it never boasted the clever intellect of the writer.

Rest in Peace, Mary Oliver. May your words live on.

Thank-you For Reading Gentle Reader
Take Care
And As Always
Stay Well Read

M. Mary

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