The Prize for Poetry
Crankhandle - By Alan LoneyPoetryCordite
Over the nearly forty years of this endeavour, there have been gaps, but the Notebooks provide a way for Loney to be quickly attentive to his environment, and to circumstances of wherever he might happen to be sitting, standing, waiting, travelling at any time. Perhaps one could speak of the individual pieces as ‘fragments’, but they are not fragments in the way that ancient Greek poetry has come to us on torn, worn, eaten, half-destroyed bits of papyrus. If these works are fragments, then each of Ezra Pound’s cantos are also fragments, placed against the totality of all poetry, from all over the planet, and from throughout recorded world history. In this sense, fragments are all we have, and will ever have. If some are very long and some very short, then that is simply how things are.