Sam Rasnake on “Anecdote of the Jar”

Anecdote of the Jar

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.


This poem by Wallace Stevens is in one of my deepest wells.  I really can’t remember when I didn’t know this poem.  I do know that the poem came to me through my father who always referred to it – my father whose ideal poet is Longfellow, yet is a man who knew Stevens’ poem.  From that connection, I grew to love this poem – and that pulled me deeper, when I was ready, into Stevens’ great works: “The Idea of Order at Key West,” “The Snow Man,” “Peter Quince at the Clavier,” “Sunday Morning” … I’ll stop there.

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Corium Magazine is live!

Corium Magazine, a quarterly internet journal is now live. Lauren Becker, Heather Fowler and myself are happy to share the amazing work we’ve received. Go check it out.

Short Fiction:  Stephen Elliott, Sean Lovelace, Alec Niedenthal, Adam Moorad, Donna D. Vitucci
Very Short Fiction: Kathy Fish, Scott Garson, Beth Thomas, Kim Chinquee, Sheldon Compton, Ryan Ridge, Julie Babcock, Eric Beeny, Andrea Kneeland, Christina Murphy, Laura Ellen Scott
Poetry: Shaindel Beers, Corey Mesler, Sam Rasnake, Rusty Barnes and Cami Park.
Art: Ernest Williamson, Christopher Woods, James Roninger