J. V. Cunningham

James Vincent Cunningham (August 23, 1911 – March 30, 1985) was an American poet, sometimes described as a neo-classicist or anti-modernist. Quotes This Humanist whom no beliefs constrained Grew so broad-minded he was scatter-brained. Some Salt: Poems and Epigrams (1967) (italics in original) Poetry is what looks like poetry, what sounds like poetry. It is metrical composition. 'Poetry, Structure and Tradition' Dec 31 1939 With an a natural affinity for the epigram genre, I am, so to speak, a short breathed man and have an almost unthoughtout preference for brief definitive statements. Interview quoted in Timothy Steele 'Introduction & Commentary-Poetry of J V Cunningham' What is needed is a noticeable unnoticeable style,... a directness of speech that seems to one judging easily imitable, to one trying it nothing less so. The Problem of Style, Fawcett, New York 1966 An old dissembler who lived out his lie Lies here as if he did not fear to die. "An Epitaph for Anyone", 1942 The Poems of J. V. Cunningham, edited by Timothy Steele, Ohio University Press/Swallow Press, 1997, 0-804-00997-X Despise me not And not be queasy To praise somewhat Verse is not easy 'For my Contemporaries' from - The Helmsman 1942 Grief restrains grief as dams torrential rain And time grows fertile with extended pain 'Exclusion of Rhyme' Alan Swallow Denver 1942 What demon is our god? What name subsumes That act external to our sleeping selves? Not pleasure — it is much too broad and narrow —, Not sex, not for the moment love, but pride, And not in prowess, but pride undefined, Autonomous in its unthought demands, A bit of vanity, but mostly pride. "In a few days now when two memories meet", 1964, in The Poems of J. V. Cunningham, edited by Timothy Steele, Ohio University Press/Swallow Press, 1997, 0-804-00997-X She said he was a man who cheated. He said she didn't play the game. She said an expletive deleted. He said the undeleted same. And so they ended their relation With meaningful communication. "Jack and Jill", 1981, in The Poems of J. V. Cunningham, edited by Timothy Steele, Ohio University Press/Swallow Press, 1997, 0-804-00997-X Plato, despair! We prove by norms How numbers bear Empiric forms, How random wrong Will average right If time be long And error slight, But in our hearts Hyperbole Curves and departs To infinity. Error is boundless. Nor hope nor doubt, Though both be groundless, Will average out. “Meditation on Statistical Method”, 1960, in The Exclusions of a Rhyme: Poems and Epigrams, Ohio University Press, 1960. External links Category:Academics from the United States Category:20th-century poets from the United States Category:Literary critics Category:Critics from the United States Category:Educators from the United States Category:1911 births Category:1985 deaths Category:Poets from Maryland