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Thursday, June 22, 2017

On the Importance of Overcoming Painter Envy


Sardines by Mike Goldberg

A large part of the story of modern art has involved a strange dance between painters and poets.  For much of the 20th century, it’s been a pas a deux, in which the painter and poet have admired and circled one another warily, sometimes dreaming about trading places.  The poet has longed for the painter’s descriptive prowess while the painter has pined for the poet’s facility with abstraction and idea.  The modern artist – whether poet or painter – has been consumed by self-doubt about the efficacy of his or her own expressive potential and felt the urge to transcend the limitation of writing or painting, as the case may be.  This has resulted in some of the most exhilarating art of the last century and at the same time contributed to some of modern art’s most perverse excesses.

Of course I don’t mean to reduce all of modern art and poetry to this story line.  There are many trends and isms that don’t fall neatly under this rubric, from Dadaism and Futurism, to Language Poetry and Spoken Word.  But even so, it does help us understand the broad contours and movements at least within the mainstream traditions of both modern painting and poetry.  Consider the path from Expressionism to Cubism to Abstract Expressionism to Conceptual Art as a steady progression away from simple depiction towards an increasing infatuation with the realm of thought that lies beyond what is immediately visible.  In contrast with painting’s move away from naïve depiction, poetry has moved in precisely that direction, sometimes evidencing a single-minded fixation on imagery as the primary focus of poetic expression.  The grass always does seem greener on the other hemisphere of the brain, at least in the world of modern art.

One of the most telling lessons I learned from my recent attendance at a poetry workshop is that painter envy still seems to be rampant condition among the ranks of America’s most eminent poets.  At least judging by what I heard espoused in the workshop, the pedagogy of poetry today remains stuck on the idea that a poet should, first and foremost, convey meaning through imagery.  The official party line (to the extent that there is such a thing) is showing and not telling makes for the most effective poetry.

As I explained in my prior blogpost, this is a distinctly modern notion about what poetry is and should be; it’s extremely self-limiting, and also at odds with the long and glorious tradition of English language poetry by the likes of Shakespeare, Milton and Donne, who were all masters of both showing and telling.  This narrow preoccupation with showing and not telling originates in the early 20th century with Ezra Pound and the school of imagist poetry that he founded.  Pound’s ideas exerted an outsized influence on the ensuing generation of American poets, for whom the primacy of imagery became a central tenet of their poetics.   William Carlos Williams is a perfect example of this reductive tendency – a great poet who completely succumbed to painter envy, so much so that he fancied and fashioned himself as little more than a cubist, who just happened to paint with words and line-breaks, artfully striving to bring his images to life on the page.  Even a more philosophically minded modernist such as Wallace Stevens (who sometimes chafed under the stricture to show and not tell) espoused the imagist party line – namely that a poet should have a mind of winter, that is a mind capable of beholding (and describing) nothing that is not there along with the nothing that is.   As such, Stevens felt compelled to call his poem thirteen ways of seeing a blackbird, even though he was really talking about thirteen ways of thinking.    This is an approach or theory of poetry that has surrendered itself entirely to what another great modernist described as the ineluctable modality of the visible.

Why should poets – who prior to the 20th century had never felt so constrained – suddenly find themselves stifling the impulse to tell or more directly say what they were thinking?  The entire blame for this can’t be laid at Ezra Pound’s doorstep.  Surely part of the explanation lies in general cultural trends of 20th century, which placed increasing importance and value on visual communication.  As technology developed and mass communication came to rely on photography, movies and television, the world grew more and more saturated with imagery and the written word gradually ceded its place of primacy.  Painter envy became chronic and widespread.  In response to the overall cultural trend, modern poetry’s fixation on imagery may be understood as an attempt (conscious or otherwise) to retain relevancy.      

If so, the focus on showing not telling, as providing a sound theoretical basis for poetry, has been a dismal failure.  In fact, over the same time-span, poetry has been increasingly marginalized, surrendering its once prominent place in general interest newspapers, magazines and the popular imagination; instead it has been relegated largely to the pages of obscure literary journals.  This marginalization is partially self-inflicted as a result of the modern poet’s reluctance to fully speak his or her mind.   Encouraged merely to show and not tell, it’s as if the contemporary poet is being advised to head into a bar fight with one hand tied behind the back. Poetry that privileges seeing over telling ultimately cripples our capacity to express ourselves fully.
  
The real pity is that this is primarily a failure of theory, not a failure of poetic practice or craft.  Contemporary poetry is much richer in fact than modern poetic theory advises or contemplates.  Indeed, many of the best modern American poets long ago managed to overcome their painter envy by discovering a dynamic voice that both shows and tells.  Take for example Frank O’Hara.  No poet had more reason to succumb to painter envy than O’Hara, who lived and wrote in the milieu of mid-century New York City, the heyday of Abstract Expressionism.  Not only that but O’Hara worked at the Museum of Modern Art where he was exposed daily to risks of contagion.  And yet consider his great poem – Why I am Not a Painter.  It’s ostensibly a poem about a painting by his friend Mike Goldberg and yet O’Hara provides only the sketchiest description of the painting itself.  Imagery is at a bare minimum; this is much more a narrative poem, a description of the internal process of creativity.  Instead of paying attention to the visible aspects of Goldberg’s painting, O’Hara is far more concerned with telling us about what can’t be seen through simple depiction.  As O’Hara declares his theme:


I am not a painter.  I am a poet.
Why?  I think I would rather be
a painter.  But I am not. Well …


It’s time for poetry to shake itself free from the shackles of imagist-oriented modernism.  It is a creed that has outworn all possible usefulness.  And it’s time for today’s poets and teachers to acknowledge as much by embracing a contemporary practice of poetry in which showing and telling stand in equal importance.  Painter envy must finally be put to rest.  We say to our children use your words.  We don’t limit them to talking about what they see.  We are equally moved to know what they think and feel.  We should encourage our poets to do no less.


Note:  This is the second part of a series I've been writing in response to my recent participation in a poetry workshop. You can read the first part here.  I am planning to conclude the series next week with an article about what contemporary poets can learn from classical Chinese poetry.  Also for those of you interested in reading more on the subject of the interplay between modern painting and poetry, here is an interesting recent article from Hyperallergic about how Philip Guston immersed himself in poetry later in his career after being rejected by the art world.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Solstice Poem Written on the Library Steps

Remember there are twins
In front of the Library
Patience and Fortitude
It's not enough to be
One or the other

One in bright sunshine
The other deep in shade
If anything I've erred
On the side of patience
Always ready to play
The long game

Only now I'm starting
To eye the solar clock
Wondering if my strength
Will hold out for this
The longest day




Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Waiting for the Jitney

Timor mortis
Non conturbat me
At least that's the theory
Much harder in practice
A sense of possibility
Is necessary for living
So too for dying
Rick Liz or Joe
Fill in the name
Embracing eternal peace
Of no-mind
One day at a time

Thursday, June 15, 2017

At the Writers' Hotel: a polemic on the shortcomings of the prevailing theories about modern American poetry



One morning this spring my wife showed me an advertisement for a writers’ conference in New York City.  “You should go, really.  A gift to yourself for your birthday.”

At first it struck me as an odd suggestion.  After all, as a writer I’m very much into doing my own thing.  That’s part of what I love about writing – the autonomy it gives you to think and grow on your own without recourse to anything but a library and the Internet.  In the ten years that I’ve been translating and writing poetry, I’ve become ever more rooted in the belief that it’s far better not to pay much heed to what other people think (especially other writers) when it comes to cultivation of your own voice.  For me this choice has always seemed necessary to preserve my sanity, since the classical Chinese poetry that most appeals to me (and which provides inspiration for much of my own writing) is so far out of step with current poetic fashion.

And yet I found myself intrigued by my wife’s suggestion.  On the verge of turning 60, I was at a watershed moment in my life, prone to brooding and self-questioning.  What better time could there be to stick my head up out of my burrow, like a prairie dog, to better survey the surrounding terrain?  And besides, I liked the sales pitch of this particular conference.  It featured what they called an MFA in a Day, which very much appealed to my disdain for classroom learning, at least when it comes to poetry.   As I already knew from attending law school, the intellectual component of a professional education can be condensed on the back of a postage stamp without much difficulty.

So that’s how I found myself boarding the jitney last week heading into New York City to attend my first poetry workshop.  Walking through midtown with my backpack and little suitcase on wheels, I’d never felt so much like a tourist in my own hometown, as I made my way to this conference at The Writers’ Hotel.

Now travel often turns out to be a mind-opening experience, and this was very much the case with my five-day sojourn at The Writers’ Hotel.  I learned an enormous amount about the contemporary American poetry scene, both the good and the bad of it.  My plan is to use these next few blog posts to share my travel notes with you.  Up front, let me concede that these observations have most certainly been formed on a limited knowledge base – all the understanding that could be imparted over the course of an extended weekend. But sometimes it helps to be a tourist.  By the time you’ve attended your second or third poetry workshop or gotten your MFA, you’ve likely bought into the ideology of contemporary American poetics, hook, line and sinker.    Instead, the following notes are offered up with the mixed sense of discovery and detachment, which belongs to the tourist experience as opposed to that of the full-time resident.   Based on my brief visit, the fundamental problems facing contemporary American poetry are glaringly evident to me, much more so than before; and now that I’ve checked out of the Hotel, I’m even more pleased to be able to return to the world of Tang poetry, which I consider my real home.

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First the good news -- and it really is good. The American poetry scene is alive and thriving.  The invaluable part of the workshop experience is that it gave me a chance to sit around a conference table with a handful of other poets discussing one another’s work.  And in my workshop group of five people, there was an incredible range of personality and talent on display, from Scott, an Arkansas home builder who is in the midst of composing a new southern song book, to Tim, a Hawaiian school teacher who is exploring and exploding the traditional genre boundaries of poetic elegy, to V and Lee who are both developing their own idioms and metaphors to express their personal world views.

But then the bad news – and it really is bad.  Modern American poetry is, more or less, intellectually bankrupt; the theory of modern poetry – by that I mean the received wisdom about what makes for a good poem, at least as it is espoused by America’s leading poets and teachers of poetry – is based on a handful of problematic ideas and aesthetic principles that are hopelessly outdated and ill-suited to the digital age in which we currently live.   If the poetry community is serious about trying to overcome its isolation and virtual irrelevancy to the vast majority of the American population, it would do well to subject this ideology to serious self-scrutiny.  If it did so I think it would soon come to the realization that it has, indeed, been suckled in a modernist creed that by now has long outworn its usefulness.        

Am I overstating my case?  Perhaps but not by much.  Let me briefly lay out the three central planks that seem to provide the primary, albeit hopelessly rickety foundation for the theory and practice of modern American poetry, at least as it is being presented in poetry workshops today, by leading poets and teachers.  These are the core beliefs that could be inscribed on the back of a postage stamp; they provide the criteria by which poets in the mainstream of the current American tradition seem to assess the merits of a poet’s work – including their own:

1.     Show Don’t Tell:  Suckled in the modernist creed, contemporary American poets cling to the notion that vivid imagery, above all, stands as the central and most important element that makes for a good poem.  So the most often repeated bit of advice you’re likely to hear in the course of a poetry workshop is show don’t tell.  Let your imagery speak for itself.  What does this even mean? Modern American poetry’s fixation upon imagery has come about for very specific historical and cultural reasons (as I will explore further in next week’s blogpost). Show don’t tell is the shibboleth passed down, from one generation to the next, ever since Ezra Pound first canonized the idea.  Today it functions as little more than a knee-jerk reaction – a convenient way to dismiss the value of any poetry that places imagery in a less exalted position. Indeed, up until the early 20th century, the vast majority of great English language poetry was in no way subject to any such limiting stricture, and poems invariably included quite a lot of telling (as well as other modes of discourse) along with the showing, thinking and perceiving being equally important in imparting overall meaning.  What a pity it would have been if the poetry of Shakespeare or Milton or Donne had been overly influenced by such bad and limiting advice.  (You can read here an article in Writers Digest that debunks show don’t tell as the great lie of writing workshops for fiction and prose writers as well.)

2.     An Obsession With Line Breaks (and the poem as it appears on the page). The line break is modern poetry’s dirty little secret.  Deciding where and when to “break” a line turns out to have been a central obsession for some of the greatest American practitioners of free verse; and this topic continues to receive a disproportionate amount of attention in the workshop (and no doubt in the MFA program) setting.  Not that I think there is anything wrong with using line-break as one of various things available in a poet’s toolbox; but making the line-break a paramount consideration betrays one of modern poetry’s most self-defeating tendencies:  it is primarily focused on the visual presentation of a poem on the written page, and far less attuned to how it sounds or the plain language meaning it has when it is read aloud or otherwise enjoyed by a non-specialist.  After all, the significance of line-break is altogether lost when a poem is heard and not read, just as it’s equally lost on a naïve reader.   In this way, line-break functions like a diacritical mark, which is meant to provide an “in-the-know” reader with additional, specially encoded information about how to understand the words on the page.  This has the unfortunate effect of directing a poet’s craft and technique towards a narrow specialist audience (consisting of those who have been similarly trained) and away from the far larger non-specialist audience.

3.     Good Poems Are The Result of Intense Reflection and Should Reveal a Poet’s Personality and Deep Psychology.  The third plank upon which modern American poetics rests is the notion that intense personal reflection constitutes a preferred subject and mode of composition.  In this vein, a poet is encouraged to compose a poem through an extended and deliberative process, in which he or she grapples with images and themes that are central to personal identity.  It’s meant to be painstaking, personal, and retrospective process, often focused on memories from adolescence and childhood.  Because if you think you’re done with a poem, “as one of the acclaimed poets at the Writers’ Hotel explained it to us, “then you’re probably not.”  Our workshop leader resorted to metaphor in the way he explained it: a poem is a mirror through which the poet deeply investigates the poet’s place in the world.  

But there is a critical flaw with this way of thinking, and once again it severely narrows the range of ideas and feelings that poetry is capable of expressing.  In other words, it encourages a poet to be reflective and self-absorbed, to the detriment of all other modes of feeling and being.  In contrast, Tang poetry is far more focused on the poet’s experience in the present moment and tense.  In fact, Tang poets often composed their work spontaneously, writing while immersed in the moment.  This results in a very different kind of poetry, which may be less modern, at least by the lights of the modernists, since it is not result of extended reflection; but Tang poems nonetheless may be far more effective in capturing the immediacy of human experience.


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This blog post has already exceeded my customary length, so I will leave further discussion to be continued next week.   Except, that is, for underscoring the importance of this topic, as I see it, particularly when it comes to understanding how and why American poetry continues to marginalize itself, even at a time when so many Americans are obviously in need of the uplift that comes along with the simple spoken truth.  How sad it is that modern poetic theory remains mired in tired old modernist ideas instead of embracing forms and modes of poetic expression that are better able to reach a general or mass audience.  Why do you suppose Bob Dylan won the Nobel instead of John Ashbery or Louise Gluck?  It is popular song that has far better filled the longing of the American people for words that have been fashioned into concise and memorable truth.     


 I remember it well at the Writers’ Hotel

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How we all talked so brave and so sweet
Filling our heads with what the great poets said
And did with their clever line breaks

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Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Something I Learned from My Son

And then there is the invaluable lesson I learned from Daniel - my beloved son - who is preparing to become a troubadour by trade.  It turns out that the very best sandwiches get made by combining two disparate halves - like turkey and salami on top of bar-b-q chicken.  With a layer of cole slaw in between. We discovered this entirely by accident one day while playing around in the kitchen - first we made two different open face sandwiches which Dan on impulse then decided to unite as one.  A brilliant composition - Starry Night between two slices of toasted bread.  But even more, it was a musical mash-up, like covering a Beyonce song through the filter of Kurt Cobain; it's all in the mix, however unlikely it seems. Taken to the extreme, I suppose, even a case for Hawaiian pizza can be made.


Monday, May 29, 2017

A Short Poem About Nothing

Nothing is a metaphor
Strange as that may be 
For a poet to say
A universal solvent
A stand-in for everything
Beyond signifier and signified
Embedded in the fabric
Of the universe itself

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What about Avalokitesvara
Remains unclear --
Like the spray of helibore
In a tinted vase
Before me on the altar
I see the Bodhisattva
So distinctly
In a blessed light


Saturday, May 27, 2017

Then I Saw the Light (a short song for Memorial Day weekend)

At peace with the Shinnecock
I cast myself adrift 
Between the banks
Of Weesuck Creek
Let the sun take care
Of all the rest
Then I saw the light
Dappling the waters
Almost pixilated
And I felt the coming glory
Of a summer that's eternal 
Yet all too brief



On Memorial Day
I emptied the compost drum
Mixing it together with manure
And topsoil to make my humus
It being a day for enrichment
And renewal now that 
The season has begun