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Entry 1203 — More Boilerplate About Academics

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

According to Gary Soto’s bio, his poem, “Oranges,” is the most antho-logized poem in contemporary literature.  When Jim Finnegan reported this to New-Poetry, I replied, “Sounds like something an academic would say after checking six or seven mainstream anthologies.  I may be wrong, but I doubt anyone can say what poem is more antholo-gized than any other, mainly because I don’t think anyone can know about all the anthologies published.”

Jerry McGuire responded to this and that resulted a little while ago (3 P.M.) in the following:

On 9/4/2013 2:41 PM, Jerry McGuire wrote:

Bob, does it really take an academic to persuade you that a particular instance doesn’t prove a general claim? Even averaging things out, I suspect, people who write poetry for their own purposes–which are enormously varied and not in dispute–don’t strike me as “more adventurous” though I can’t for the life of me figure out what kind of “adventure” you have in mind) than academics who write poetry, some of whom are conservative, some middle-of-the-road, and some well out there beyond the fringe. If you mean, by the way, that academic writers are more likely to respect more elements of the history of poetry and include a greater historical variety among their preferences, perhaps I’d agree with you, intuitively, but I can’t prove it and I doubt you can either. As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?) hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know.  And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

On 9/4/2013 1:01 PM, Bob Grumman wrote:

I would claim that academics are much less adventurous (for good or bad) than non-academics–in general.  Compare, for instance, the anthology that I would edit if allowed to the anthology David Graham would.  Or, hey, compare the one he did edit (on conversational poetry, if my memory hasn’t completely died) with one I edited (on visual poetry).  Ignoring which was better (and believe it or not, I would certainly be willing to say they were equal but different in spite of my preference for the poems in mine), consider only which would be considered more adventurous.

Jerry, I used a particular instance to illustrate a general claim.  Maybe if I was able to find everything I’ve written on the subject, I could present a fairly persuasive case for my academic/non-academic division but I’m not, so for now will simply have to leave my opinion as just another Internet unsupporthesis.  I’ll not be able to get into what adventurous is, either, except to say that Columbus was more adventurous than Captain Shorehugger because he went where none or almost none went while the cap’n went where many had been.  The comparison holds even if the latter had found many things of value that had been overlooked by other shorehuggers (which is what the best academics are good at) and Columbus had sunk a hundred miles west of the Azores.

(Note, I can’t lose this argument because I define those you would call academics who are “well out there beyond the fringe as non-academics” since I believe that one employed by a college isn’t necessarily an academic, John M. Bennett and Mike Basinski, two Ph.D. college librarians [but neither of them with any clout at all in the poetry establishment] being cases in point.)

modestly yours, the World’s SUPREME Poventurerer

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 Jerry also wrote:

As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by       my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?)hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know. And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

in a second post, I wrote:

I skipped the above, mistaking it for just a repeat of what I’d said in my post. I definitely have a long grudge, but when you ask what I know about your innate temperament, I’m afraid a possibly over-sensitive buzzer of yours made you take my words as personal.  If you read what I say with care, you will see that I say nothing that would indicate that I consider you an academic, by my definition.  I would say offhand that you are surely more of an academic than I.  From what I’ve read of what you’ve written, I am sure, too, that you are much less of an academic, by my definition, than the people at the top of the poetry establishment.  Just as I am, from some points of view, a terrible academic, since I believe artworks with no words of aesthetic significance cannot be poetry; that a good poem HAS to have some unifying principle (although it may be very difficult to discover and may even be chaos), that what I call otherstream poetry is just a different kind of poetry, not a better kind; that literary criticism is as valuable as poetry; and many other opinions.

Now for a little snarkiness: the belief that academic are not automatic defenders of the status quo is as crude as the belief that they are.  And my belief that the majority of those making a living in college English departments are automatic defenders of the status quo is not a prejudice but the result of quite a bit of study and thought, however misguide others may think it.  So there. True, an academic study of academics would be helpful if thorough and honest.  How about a comparison of all the poetry critics on a list of poetry critics with writings in publications almost everyone would agree are mainstream, like Poetry and The New Yorker and those on a list of those who have written a reasonably large amount of poetry criticism just about never in such publications–like I.  You could include the language poetry critics active before 1990, when language poetry became what I called “acadominant,” meaning widely accepted by academics as important, even by the many against–who showed they thought it important by campaigning against it.  It proved me right by being confirmed as the right edge of Wilshberia around 1900 with the acceptance of a language poet into the American academy of poets, and mainstream anthologies of language poetry. Something of the sort will eventually be done, but not for several decades, I suspect.

–Bob

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Entry 1190 — My List

Thursday, August 22nd, 2013

I somewhat angrily believe that every poet on my little list of yesterday (and  many others–how did I manage to leave Ed Baker off it, I just thought) merits a book-length critical study.  And will get more than one fifty years from now from the kind of academics now writing about Lowell and Ginsberg.  Anyway, the one on John Martone will be especially interesting as a study of a representative bridge between the knownstream of our time and its otherstream–via haiku.  LeRoy Gorman is another such–and possibly I, with a bunch of conventional haiku in print and an early collection of visual haiku.

I’m basically taking another day off due to being nine-tenths non-sentient again.  So that’s it for this entry . . . except another coinage: recogrization.  When a person taught that Hartford is the capital of Connecticut is asked what the capital of Connecticut is and says, “Hartford,” he has shown he has successfully memorized the datum; if he cannot answer but picks “Hartford” out of a list of four cities as the answer, he has shown he has successfully recogrized the datum.  I’m good at recogrization but not at memorization (although I was a whiz at it before learning how stupid it was).

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Entry 1189 — 10 Important American Othersteam Poets

Wednesday, August 21st, 2013

Ten Important American Othersteam Poets

John E. Bennett

Karl Kempton

Guy Beining

K.S. Ernst

Marilyn Rosenberg

Carol Stetser

John Martone

Scott Helmes

Karl Young

Michael Basinski

My list’s title demonstrates one reason I’m so little-known a commentator on poetry: it doesn’t scream that it’s of the ten best American Otherstream Poets, just a list of a few important ones.  What makes them “otherstream?”  The fact that you’ll almost certainly not find them on any other list of poets on the Internet.

This entry is a bit of a reply to Set Abramson–not because I want to add these names to his list but because two of the names on it have been doing what he calls metamodern poetry for twenty years or more, as far as I can tell from my hazy understanding of his hazy definition by example of metamodern poetry.  Both are extraordinary performance poets mixing all kinds of other stuff besides a single language’s words into their works.  I would suggest to Seth that he do a serious study of them, or maybe just Bennett, whose work is more widely available on the Internet, and who frequently uses Spanish along with English in it.  It would be most instructive to find out how metamodern Seth takes Bennett to be, and what he thinks of him.  Warning: Bennett’s range is so great that it’s quite possible one might encounter five or ten collections of his work that happen to be more or less in the same school, and less unconventional than it is elsewhere, so one might dismiss him as not all that innovatively different.

Which prompts me to e.mail John to suggest that he work up a collection that reveals something of his range by including one poem representative of each of the major kinds of poetry he composes.  So, off am I to do just that

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Entry 1183 — Seth Abramson’s Latest List

Thursday, August 15th, 2013

Seth Abramson has posted a new list at the Huffington Review.  Basically it’s a list of those poetry people he wants to like him–al the main members of the American Poetry Establishment, and a sprinkling of other knownstreamers hoping t get into the Establishment one day.  He calls it “The Top 200 Advocates for American Poetry.”  Needless to say, no one who main poetry interest is visual poetry is on it.  I was hoping Dan Schneider would be on it, but he wasn’t.  It seems of close to no value to me, even from the point of view of knownstreamers.  Everybody in the field knows who the bignames Abramson names are, and the no-names will make little impression among so many other names.

I posted a negative comment to Abramson’s blog that never appeared–because he’s a jerk as well as incompetent, or just due to some Internet glitch, possibly due to me?  Can’t say.

I didn’t try to post another comment at Abramson’s blog but said a few things about it at New-Poetry, where it got the usual small flurry of attention Abramson’s lists always get there.  After wondering what happened to my comment, I said, “Anyway, here’s my final opinion of (the list): a long, boring cheer for the status quo in American poetry that ignores the full range of contemporary poetry.”

As I later wrote at New-Poetry, if I were making a list like Abramson’s, I’d call it a list of people doing . . . a lot for contemporary American Poetry and limit it to ten names or so.  Three on it would be Karl Young, Anny Ballardini and James Finnegan (who runs New-Poetry).  I later remembered Geof Huth, who should certainly be on it.  I thought maybe one or two that are on the other list deserved to be on it, but certainly not most of  them–although probably just about all of them are doing good things for  their small section of mainstream poetry.

Tad Richards (who actually said at New-Poetry that I should be on the list!) wondered if “representing a small section (was) really a reason to be left off the list.”  I replied, “Not a list of 200+ names, no.  I was speaking of my own list of TEN people doing good work for contemporary American Poetry.  Of course, we’re in an Internet discussion, so consisting of comments not necessarily thoroughly thought out, at least from me.  I can see the value of promoting just one kind of poetry–IF few others are bothering with it.  And, sure, even if someone is writing about Ashbery and able to say something new about him, that’s a contribution.  BUT, I say, not enough by itself to put that person on my list.

“While speaking of my list, I would add that it would only be of publishers, editors and critics.  They are the ones in positions to really do something for poetry.  Of course, many of them can also be poets.  And teachers–but only if they also are publishers, editors or critics.  What we desperately need, I believe, are visible  writers directing people not to poets but to schools of poetry they might enjoy, and not just pointing, but saying what the members of the schools are doing and how to appreciate it.  Who on Seth’s list is doing that–for more than one or two schools?

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Entry 905 — My Thought for Today

Sunday, October 28th, 2012

Having become more involved in the discussion at Spidertangle of the new vispo anthology than I intended, lots of thoughts about anthologies, criticism, poetry-evaluation, the field, poets, etc., have been bouncing around between my ears.  One thought I had that gave me a great deal of pleasure, in good part because of how much others in the field will disagree with it, is that I believe that if I were the very first person to advance a judgement of an artwork, and supported my opinion with competent reasoning, then my judgement should be considered the Sole Judgement of the work until such a time as someone else offered a second opinion, with the support of competent reasoning–even if before then twenty others said I was wrong but failed to support their views with competent reasoning.  In such a case, I would consider my judegement significantly more likely to be right than it had been because twenty people had attacked without presenting anything against it.

Of course, nothing like the above ever happens in real life because competent reasoning is disdained, especially by poets.  I take that back.  Certainly nothing like that happens in the short run.  The main judgement of almost any artwork depends on how many “like” buttons have been push on its behalf.  But in the long run, it may be that the ten or fifteen pieces of intelligent discussion about an artwork, or art oeuvre, or art school become recognized as such and absorbed by enough intelligent people to counteract all the unsubstantiated short-term judgements of it (or, in no small number of cases, agree with it).

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Entry 834 — More of My Boilerplate at New-Poetry

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

On 8/15/2012 7:42 AM, bob grumman wrote:

Perhaps it’s wrong of me to be bothered by a mainstream critic’s being ignorant of or indifferent to the only significant thing I believe has happened in American poetry over the past century, the discovery and increasingly interesting use of (relatively) new techniques, but I am.

Sent: Wednesday, August 15, 2012 2:31 PM
Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Hass’ What Light Can Do: Essays on Art,Imagination and the Natural World
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Of course it’s not “wrong,” Bob–by all means, be bothered.
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I still don’t have time for you, Jerry, but I’m going to reply, anyway! (Feel honored.)
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Me, I’m inclined to write my own manifesto, “On Indifference” (let’s make it a book-length piece, On Indifference and Other Life-Affirming Virtues),

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An individual can’t avoid indifference about some things (like my indifference to the squabbles of the republicrats), but no field’s establishment (and every field has one) should be indifferent about something like visual poetry that a sizable number of people in its field think is important. It took me a long time to accept language poetry (genuine language poetry such as Clark Coolidge’s) as anything but nonsense (although not as long as it took me earlier to accept free verse—although I instantly accepted Cummings’s visual poetry very early when shown what it was doing), but I finally did, because so many people to me were enthusiastic about it. Not that I can accept every poet’s work that others find terrific, but I try to. I’m still working on Gertrude Stein’s.
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taking the position that there are always people eager to pursue possibilities at the margins (or borders, or frontiers–whatever suits one’s fantasies) of any ensemble of creative forms, while others make the best of their own engagement with the history of that ensemble (including its hidden history, perhaps),

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Some even do both! At the same time! You’d never know it from reading any of the books of criticism Finnegan tells us about.
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and that there’s nothing wrong with either exploration of one’s energies. It would be important to note, in such a screed, that there are huge loads of crap deposited both at the margins and in the center.

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Definitely.
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(If I did the book-length version, I’d certainly want to include a chapter [titled “One’s Ceiling is Another’s Floor”?] about how spatial descriptions of “ensembles” is a stupid way to go about describing the antics of artists. My bad.)

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Not sure what you mean by “ensembles.”
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And there, the manifesto’s done, and I, too, lack a contract to publish it.

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I suspect you’d have any easier time getting one (from a “real” publisher) than I would for any book of mine. I was just reading about Brad Thor, a thriller writer, who was sitting next to a woman on a plane with whom he got talking literature. Toward the end of the flight, he mentioned he was thinking about writing a novel. She told him she was a salesrepresentative of Simon and Schuster, and she’d like to read his manuscript when he was done with it. He did send it to her and it got published by Simon & Schuster, and now he’s making big bucks. I can just see you or me having a conversation with the sales rep. . . .
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Oh, and the book I spoke of hoping to write on the last hundred years or so of American poetry would not be a manifesto. The changes I want are very limited: only that the Poetry Establishment notice my kind of poetry—even if they trash it. And that a poet should do his best to master every kind of poetry he can during a lengthy apprenticeship; then focus on his favorite kind, but keep in touch with as many of the other kinds as he can. Too many “advanced” poets are as foolishly indifferent to traditional poetry, particularly formal verse, as traditional poets are to visual poetry and the like.
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I thought I had a third demand of the poetry world, but can’t think of it now.
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As to “the only significant thing” (and thank goodness for that “I believe,” Bob, which feels refreshingly humane and sensible), you’ve made it fairly broad, haven’t you, by describing it as “the discovery and increasingly interesting use of (relatively) new techniques”? So whatever else you could say about really good writing (of course, my “good” is up for grabs, as much as your “interesting”) that is (ostensibly) indifferent to marginal experimentation, you couldn’t claim it was “significant” in any, uh, significant way? Well, that’s a mouthful, whether you digest it or spit it out.

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You have me there, Jerry. But it’s as much a problem with the language as with me. I was bringing up my standard belief in the difference I find between “effective” poems and “important” poems. I need different words. My point is simply that even great poems as the one by Hass you mention may be do not significantly enlarge the field of poetry because they add nothing significantly new to it. They will add a new outlook and style, since every poet has a unique outlook and style, and perhaps new subject matter. But new subject just doesn’t seem significant to me. One painter is the first to depict some new species of butterfly, so what? Or a novelist is first to tell us what the life of an Australian aborigine juggler is like. Ditto.
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I think the best examples of what I mean are in classical music: I think a case could be made for the view that Brahms’s symphonies equal in effectiveness to Beethoven’s, but Beethoven’s were far more important than Brahms’s. I prefer Richard Straus’s Der Rosenkavalier to any of Wagner’s operas (I think) but Wagner’s operas are unquestionably more important in the way I’m speaking of than Straus’s. Wagner and Beethoven advance their art, Brahms and Straus did not, they “merely” contributed brilliantly to it.
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I’ll let you know when I have the right two words or phrases needed to distinguish the two kinds of artists.
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And by the way, just as Philip Levine might be best positioned in relation to his little fantasy about Lorca meeting Hart Crane in New York, Hass is most ilmpressive for me when I think of his work as positioned relative to his beautiful poem about Mandelstam and Vallejo, “Rusia en 1931.” (I can’t find it online–it’s in _Human Wishes_ [and, since I don’t own Human Wishes, somewhere else as well–sorry that I can’t track it down right now.]) It’s full of kinds of emotion most writers are too careful to allow into their poems (someone would make a snotty crack about it in any graduate workshop), making it emerge from a subtle drift among prose statement, deep image, and a kind of journalistic impulse. It positions itself between ardent political aspirations (Vallejo) and the brutal annihilation of a unique imagination by a related political ardency (Mandelstam). And it doesn’t reduce itself to any answer of convenience: it hangs you there, caught among its ideas and forms and characterizations. It’s not the idea, exactly, that makes it so fine, and certainly not its exploration of tonal qualities caught up in manipulations of formal dynamics: it’s the overall effect (and the decision) of that hanging. Here’s the key, for me: it’s not just wistful (Hass, like a great many 20th-century poets of much less skill, can be accused of slipping more wist into his poems than is quite decorous); it’s more a sign of desperation and outrage, hung out to bleed. So when I think of Levine, Crane, and Lorca, I think: it’s great that he wrote that poem about his betters. And when I think of Hass, Vallejo, and Mandelstam, I think: they constitute a very interesting set, made available by Hass’s insight and skill.
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l suspect he made use of haiku, too. But however effective you do a good job of showing he was, he wasn’t “significant” in my special sense.

best, Bob

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Entry 833 — Plot Versus Character

Friday, August 17th, 2012

Yesterday I finished reading Tom Clancy’s The Hunt for Red October.  It’s a mere “genre” novel, but I doubt any of the “art” novels of our time are better.  I think critics have too long been under the influence of Henry James, whose forte was characterization, not plot, as Clancy’s is.  I much prefer The Hunt for Red October to the one James novel I know I read, The Ambassadors–a penetrating psychological study of an absolute nincompoop as far as I’m concerned.  The inability to be explicit does not seem the brilliant virtue to me it does to Jamesians.

I think taste in these matters boils down to which of a person’s awarenesses is stronger, his sagaceptual awareness or his anthroceptual awareness.  I’ve discussed all this before, but haven’t anything else to post today, so here it is again.  (I also want to make public my notion of sagaceptuality as much as possible so maybe I’ll get some credit for it when some certified theoretical psychologist discovers it.)  It’s the awareness which tends to organize thinking in goal directed modes–i.e., to put a person on a quest.  It could be a child hunting for pirate treasure on a beach, a girl pursuing a boy, me working up a decent definition of . . . “sagaceptuality.”  It could also be a vicarious quest, as was the one I went on with the hero of The Hunt for Red October.  With several of the heroes of that book, actually.

What happens is that we all have an instinctive recognition of certain goals–for instance, the capture of a mate.  We usually have some instinctive goal pursuit drive that the object we recognize as a proper goal makes available to us.  What it does, basically, is lock us onto the object it is our goal to capture (or escape from) and energize us when we are effectively closing in on it (or escaping it), and de-energize us to take us out of single-minded ineffective pursuit and expose us to other possible better kinds, until one of them is judged to improve out pursuit.  In other words, just a homing device, with many different possible targets, like a possible mate, or food, or beauty, or fame.  Nothing much to it.

Anthroceptuality is simply interest in oneself and others.  When it is dominant, other instincts rule us, such as the need for social approval.  Needless to say, both anthroceptuality and sagaceptuality will usually be in some kind of partnership–with other awarenesses.  But some, as I’ve said, will be stronger in sagaceptuality than anthroceptuality, and some the reverse.  The former will prefer plot in the stories he reads or movies he watches to characterization; the latter will consider plot trivial compared to characterization.  I’m convinced that normal men are sagaceptuals, normal women anthroceptuals.  But not necessarily all the time.

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Entry 811 — Monet & Minor News and Thoughts

Thursday, July 26th, 2012

Below is Monet’s Regatta at Argenteuil.  It’s from a calendar I’ve had hanging in my computer room for several years because I like it so much.  I now have a second interest in it: using it in one of my long division poems.  I want to do that because of an event the local visual arts center I belong to (which has a building where it has classes and puts on exhibitions, one of them a yearly national one, albeit none of them are what anyone would call close to the cutting edge) is sponsoring.  Many of its painters are painting copies of Monet works, and poets have been invited to submit poems about Monet works to be show with the paintings.  There is probably a reading, too.  I thought it would be amusing to submit one of my poems, and I’d love to be able to use Regatta at Argenteuil.  I have another couple of months I’ve just found out.  I thought I needed to get it done by August.  Which is why I scanned my copy of the painting a while ago, making it available for this entry, one more that I had nothing much else for.

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I can’t think of anything to go with the painting.  I haven’t had very few ideas for the past three or four months, and none I was interested in to do more than jot down somewhere.  Last years bout this time I found out about a contest the magazine Rattle has every year.  One can submit up to 4 poems to it, and I knew it had published some visual poems at one time, so was inspired to make a set of four long division poems for the contest, four that I still think are among my best.  They never arrived because I didn’t put enough stamps on the envelope I sent them in, unaware of the latest cost of sending.  I wish I could try again–this deadline is 1 August–but no ideas.  And the poems have to be unpublished.  I should be saving poems for contests, especially for one like this that I know will occur yearly, but I tend either to post them here, or send them to the latest editors who have invited work from me.  Another problem for me is that I’m often unsure whether or not a particular poem of mine has appeared anywhere.  The main problem, of course, is that I’m so unprolific.  I could do a bunch of Poem poems at just about any time, I think, but I don’t consider them good for contests because so dependent on my main character, whom I believe hard to take to until exposed to a number of times.  If even then.

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Since this is another of my extremely lackadaisical entries, here’s a post by Stephen Russell and my responses to it at New-Poetry:
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My list would be a lot different, but yours at least is half unconventional. Also, I’d stay away from your title. I’d go with “My Favorite Poems of the Past 25 Years In English That I’m Familiar With.”
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“By Others.” I feel sorry for any poet who doesn’t include many of his own poems among his favorites, however much he should realize how subjective his choice is.
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Getting the dates right would be hard. I’d rather go with my favorite all-time poems.  Incredibly hard, though—like which of Stevens’s poems do I like best? I think to simplify, I’d limit myself to one poem per poet. Otherwise, 39 Stevenses and 38 Frosts. No Merwins or Ashberys, that’s for sure.
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From: stephen russell
Sent: Thursday, July 26, 2012 3:35 PM
To: NewPoetry List
Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] What Are the Best Poems of the Past 25 Years?
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The Folding Cliffs, W.S. Merwin
(Epic poem about Hawaii.)
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Deed, Rod Smith
(The title acts as an extended methaphor (or is that metaphor?)… for nation building).
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Eunoia, Christian Bok.
The work that introduced univolics. At least I was introduced to the concept thanks to Bok.
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(Neither his work (Bok’s), or Kenneth Goldsmith’s should be considered Da Da. Da Da was composed of quick improvs and manifestos (in large part). Not so, the work of aforementioned poets. )
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I disagree with this: what counts is the finished poem, not how it was done.
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When was Self Portrait in the Convex Mirror published? The title poem was shockingly non non-referential.
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The Age of Huts by Ron Silliman should be considered simply for its ambition, the size of the thing.
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Size may not be even the most important indicator of ambition.
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I don’t consider myself well enough versed in other stream poets to mention an actual title as of yet.
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Are we embarrassing yet?
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–Bob
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 (The last bit is a reference to someone’s calling a thread Stephen and I were on an embarrassment.)
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 Slightly later, I made a second response: “Another bit of my boilerplate is that I’d want to make a list of what poems of the ones I’m familiar with I consider the most important, many of which may not be on my list of “best poems.” One or two might not even be poems.”
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Entry 785 — the Otherstream and the Universities

Saturday, June 30th, 2012

As I said in another entry, Jake Berry has an article in The Argotist Online, edited by by Jeffrey Side, that’s about the extremely small attention academia pays to Otherstream poetry you can read here. I and these others wrote responses to it: Ivan Arguelles, Anny Ballardini, Michael Basinski, John M. Bennett, John Bradley, Norman Finkelstein, Jack Foley, Bill Freind, Bill Lavender, Alan May, Carter Monroe, Marjorie Perloff, Dale Smith, Sue Brannan Walker, Henry Weinfield.  A table of contents of the responses is here. I hope eventually to discuss these responses in an essay I’ve started but lately found too many ways to get side-tracked from.   The existence of the article and the responses to it has been fairly widely announced on the Internet.  Jeff Side says they’ve drawn a lot of visitors to The Argotist Online, ” 23,000 visitors, 18,000 of which have viewed it for more than an hour.”  What puzzles both him and me is that so far as we know, almost no one has responded to either the article or the responses to the article.  There’s also a post-article interview of Jake that no one’s said anything about that I know of.  Why?

What we’re most interested in is why no academics have defended academia from Jake’s criticism of it.  Marjorie Perloff was (I believe) the only pure academic to respond to his article, although Jeff invited others to.  And no academic I know of has so much as noted the existence of article and responses.  I find this a fascinating example of the way the universities prevent the status quo from significantly changing in the arts, as for some fifty years they’ve prevented the American status quo in poetry from significantly changing.  Here’s one possible albeit polemical and no doubt exaggerated (and not especially original) explanation for the situation:

Most academics are conformists simply incapable of significantly exploring beyond what they were taught about poetry as students, so lead an intellectual life almost guaranteed to keep them from finding out how ignorant they are of the Full contemporary poetry continuum–they read only magazines guaranteed rarely to publish any kind of poetry they’re unfamiliar with, and just about never reviewing or even mentioning other kinds of poetry.  They only read published collections of poems published by university or commercial (i.e. status quo) presses and visit websites sponsored by their magazines and by universities.  Hence, these academics come sincerely to believe that Wilshberia, the current mainstream in poetry, includes every kind of worthwhile poetry. 

When they encounter evidence that it isn’t such as The Argotist Online’s discussion of academia and the otherstream, several things may happen:

1. the brave ones, like Marjorie Perloff, may actually contest the brief against academia–albeit not very well, as I have shown in a paper I will eventually post somewhere or other;

2. others drawn in by the participation of Perloff may just skim, find flaws in the assertions and arguments of the otherstreamers, and there certainly are some, and leave, satisfied that they’ve been right all along about the otherstream;

3. a few may give some or all the discussion an honest read and investigate otherstream poetry, and join the others satisfied they’ve been right all along, but with better reason since they will have actually investigated it; the problem here is that they won’t have a sufficient amount of what I call accommodance for the ability to basically turn off the critical (academic) mechanisms of their minds to let new ways of poetry make themselves at home in their minds.  In other words, they simply won’t have the ability to deal with the new in poetry. 

4. many will stay completely away from such a discussion, realizing from what those written of in 1., 2. and 3 tell them. that it’s not for them. 

A major question remains: why don’t those described in 2. and 3. comment on their experiences, letting us know why they think they’ve been right all along.  That they do not suggests they unconsciously realize how wrong they may be and don’t want to take a chance of revealing it; or, to be fair, that they consider the otherstream too bereft of value for them to waste time critiquing.  This is stupid; pointing out what’s wrong with bad art is as valuable as pointing out what’s right with good art.  Of course, there are financial reasons to consider:  a critique of art the Establishment is uninterested in will not be anywhere near as likely to get published, or count much toward tenure or post-tenure repute if published as another treatise on Milton or Keats.  Or Ashbery, one of the few slightly innovative contemporary poets of Wilshberia.

But I think, too, that there are academics who unconsciously or even consciously fear giving any publicity at all to visual or sound or performance and any other kind of otherstream poetry because it might overcome Wilshberia and cost them students, invitations to lecture and the like–and/or just make them feel uncomfortably ignorant because incapable of assimilating it.  Even more, it would cost them stature: it would become obvious to all but their closest admirers that they did not know all there is to know about poetry.

Note: I consider this a first draft and almost certainly incomplete.  Comments are nonetheless welcome.

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Entry 730 — Establishment Poetry Anthologies

Sunday, May 6th, 2012

When mediocrities protest an anthology of poems, they invariably complain about some fellow mediocrity’s being left out.  When I protest an anthology of poetry, I complain about entire schools of poetry being left out.  A less common complaint of academic mediocrities about anthologies is that their publishers were too cheap to pay to republish some canonized work already published elsewhere ten or twenty times, like “The Wasteland.”  I say no anthology that has to pay for permission to publish any poem in it is worth reading, because the only poems we need an anthology for are by poets whose superiority to what’s in anthologies like Dove’s makes them ineligible to qualify for payment for their work.

Wouldn’t it be nice for mediocrities, though, if we had a hundred anthologies and they ALL had “The Wasteland” in it—assuming, of course, that they had no equivalent from our time of that poem, but that goes without saying.

If the poetry establishment had a choice between an anthology with nothing but the best Amercian poems composed before 1950 and an anthology with no poems published before 1950 or any innovative poems published after 1950, which would it choose?  Generally, establishment anthologies try to combine the two.

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Entry 941 — Pronouncements and Blither, Part 3

Monday, December 3rd, 2012

An acadumbot had asserted that some poet his very commercially-oriented small press had published was one of the recent NEA grant winners. Countering a post of mine doubting that anyone doing otherstream work would have much chance of winning such a grant, he said her work was “experimental.” When I asked him to say why it was, he told me to use Google to find out.  After I snapped back at him about his being satisfied with empty assertions, I got into a more intelligent discussion with Jerry McGuire and Barry Spacks.  Barry started it off (yesterday) with a complaint:

“Not to rein on Ms. Mangold’s euphormium-moment (Mangold being the poet described as experimental by the acadumbot I mentioned), but it happens to summon my hobbyhorse, so I mount up again (we each have our own, Bob) — namely to cite poetry’s Gresham’s Law, that impossibly arbitrary stuff that’s passed off — God knows why — as the brave new thing drives out work of actual value such as Wilbur’s and Ashbery’s Great Experiments.  Proof? Proof lies in the fact that It’s just so unspeakably easy to mix up a word salad and sit back awaiting the prize.  I’d bet there’s not a single person on this list who couldn’t, in 3 minutes, run up a jump-cut piece at least as good (i.e. bad) as the me-me self-indulgencies that often pass for meriting attention in our perverse day.  Poor poetry — talk about The Art of Sinking!  Or, to put it in a more prize-winning way:

Three Minutes by Clock Driving the Ghost of A. Pope Nuts
man gold gal gold echestamy
warrants the B-cleft glockinspiel —
hath reverence then a zealand smirk
on the upper West side? or in excelsis?
‘Zads, Mary, taunt the tale in creatures, Joyce’s Christ!
Do not impale the rectuary, do not
o-noble me, sly shrubbery,
quontom-phantom heliovort!
I come to bury Ceasar, and in my day,
I maketh the sweats in thirds,
do offer up yon plangent potato
please, please relequate the nose factor
can’t somebody give an ahem?
(no time left, but that’s just because
Google went so slow on the spelling checks
and 3 minutes is really hardtack, Jeb).

“Send the check to the Belize address.

“with a song in my heart, Barry”

Jerry replied to this as follows:

“My teacher, Al Cook, in talking about Koch’s Wishes, Lies, and Dreams (it’s a book about teaching kids to write poetry, for those of you it missed), used to say that if you tell ten-year-olds often enough (rewarding them the while) that “My sister is a rubber moon” is something good for them, they’ll crank out that kind of line by the bushel. But Al never suggested that surrealism was therefore self-evidently bad. You can’t be saying, Barry (can you?) that what you’re calling “jump-cut” pieces can’t be any good because many of them are bad, right? That there’s no difference between Clark Coolidge’s bizarreries and your awkward little sprint? (Or did you have a slight twinge, there, when I called it “awkward”? Maybe some small part of you believes that the skills you’ve developed over the years must make  your effort actually worth a second look?)

“I mean, most of us can also crank out a dozen lines of rhymed verse (as John Ciardi pointed out years ago in distinguishing poetry from “poesy”). That doesn’t mean that rhyming or other dimensions of sound-play are a dead end, I think–just that it ordinarily takes years of practice (and don’t get me started on that hack, Rimbaud!) to synchronize the ear and brain to any technical resource: rhyme, enjambment, shape-on-the-page, syntactic disruption, font color, extra-linguistic symbol, multilingual portmanteaux, etc. Really, Barry, I can’t Belize you!”

Then I said, “Jerry, I think the difference between the anybodies writing crappy rhyming verse and the anybodies writing crappy jump-cut verse is that the former aren’t getting published and reviewed in the mainstream, and the latter are—along with the few jump-cut poets who sometimes write good poems (but also get away with pretty bad ones) like Ashbery. I wouldn’t call Coolidge’s stuff jump-cut, by the way, but don’t know his large ouevre well enough to say he doesn’t do it Your hobbyhorse is a secondary hobbyhorse of mine, Barry—some jump-cut stuff is terrific, and even conventional poems can profit by judicious use of the jump-cut, but there seem to be a great many poets just irresponsibly throwing words and asemic texts together with or without graphics and winning attention. Few consider my call for a poem’s having a unifying principle anything but a sort of fascism.

“I think the Mangold poem is reasonably unified, although not as unified as I’d prefer. But there are books full of what Barry calls word salads, published and reviewed by mainstreamers.”

Jerry: “Yeah, in fact, Bob, I’m not comfortable with the jump-cut terminology. It comes from film, where the continuity of one’s identification with the cinematically-constructed gaze (what the camera “sees,” usually through a perspective borrowed from an onscreen character) is suddenly disrupted in ways that violate ordinary perceptual expectations–we’re precipitated, outside ordinary spatial and/or temporal possibility, into another cinematically-constructed gaze. That’s quite a bit different, cognitively (though film critics like to talk about its operations as part of film’s grammar) from the variety of linguistic operations involved in

“Ashbery’s or Coolidge’s referential, syntactical, or identificatory continuities. (The ancients [as always] had a word for such stuff, by the way: anacoluthon, in which a sentence veers within itself from one grammatical structure to a different one.)

“As for your idea that legions of minor-league Ashbery’s are dominating poetry publication and prizes, I’d say two things: (1) I don’t believe it; I believe that most poetry published and rewarded with prizes is still more middle-diction than Ashberian, Coolidgean, or Rimbaudesque; and (2) to the extent (fairly limited, I think) that more such poetry is being published and rewarded, it’s a sign of a gesture towards a paradigm shift, as what seemed baffling and antipoetic thirty years ago accumulates acolytes until it edges first towards a kind of scruffy respectability and then downright normalcy. Maybe in 2167 everyone will be complaining that the stodgy old math poets are hogging the prizes.

“As for crappy this and crappy that, sour grapes.

“And a confession, of sorts: for about twenty years now I’ve been exploring (“experimenting with,” I’d say) stategies of disrupting diction, syntax, reference, phonology, etc. that, twenty-five years ago, I had only the barest awareness of, and that only slowly and grudgingly became part of my repertoire, and that, when I realized what I was doing, took shape in my work in ways that now seem crabbed, amateurish, and even embarrassing, but that, eventually, began to reveal to me dimensions of my language and experience that I don’t think I could have discovered in any other way–I want to emphasize the “me”s, “my”s, and “I”s in that clause–until I’m at last proud (probably over-proud) of a body of work that I produced under that impulse and that, finally, after scores of submissions, rejections, rewritings, and reorganizations, will be published in the spring. Even if you (or Barry, or anyone else) doesn’t like it (and I realize that that’s beside the point, and so should you), it’s very clear to me that I’ve wrestled with my own limitations, used certain technical resources to expand my capabilities, and been true to the impulse that got me into this stinking difficult art in the first place. So I’m saying that this casual dismissal of mechanical troping–what you’re calling “jump-cut poetry”–seems to me to miss the point entirely: that some people work very hard to get it right, even if some people don’t, or don’t seem to; and far from being easier to master just because it seems easier to approximate, the fact that anyone can scramble semantics or syntax in a casual way (and remember, anyone can put sentences together, too! that doesn’t mean it’s easy to write a novel) may make it _harder_ to see the value in trying to do that in ways that press towards the expression of hard-to-speak parts of our experience.”

Me, again: “Thanks for as-ever thoughtful comment, Jerry. I think you misread me a little, and I disagree with you about some things, but not up, right now, to a full response, just a few quick thoughts, but I hope to return for more.

“I’m uncomfortable with jump-cut terminology, too, but can’t think or or find better. I mean it specifically for poetry that jumps completely out of a train of a developing train of thought into a seemingly entirely different one, not what anacoluthon is a term for, in my understanding of it. It has nothing to do with linguistics but with narrative. Narrative in a wide sense that would include adventures of a concept, perhaps. This is not an area I’ve given what I would call proper scholar attention, just something I needed to know something about to get my taxonomy of poetry right. Anacoluthon seems something pertinent to language poetry, which I consider very different from what I call jump-cut poetry.

“I may have given the impression of speaking of “legions of minor-league Ashberys,” but I’m only speaking of a visible portion of Wilshberia that I’ve been noticing as a reviewer, and here at New-Poetry that’s becoming stronger and stronger. Certainly the ratio of  published&reviewed&rewarded Iowa plaintext poetry, which still dominates Wilshberia, to published&reviewed&rewarded Ashbery-influenced poetry is much lower than the ratio of the latter to what I call otherstream poetry.

“I reject the idea that I suffer from sour grapes: resentment is not the same as jealousy. I used “crappy” simply as a tag for “inferior,” and I believe almost everyone would agree that some inferior poetry is being published&reviewed&rewarded.

“Seems I’m making a semi-full response, after all, so will keep going. Aside from wishing you luck with your book (and saying I will definitely be looking forward to reading it), I only want to say that I, for one, am not guilty of ‘casual dismissal of mechanical troping—what (I’m) calling jump-cut poetry,’ for I consider it a highly important kind of poetry equal to visual poetry, and more important than Iowa plaintext poetry because that’s just a school, and subclass of free verse (or whatever my taxonomy calls it, which I can’t remember). I’m just expressing resentment of those using it (poorly, in my view) to fast-lane into prominence, because it is definitely the top intellectually fashionable kind of poetry now, however more popular among middle-brow poetry-lovers Iowa plaintext poetry remains.

“And now a small wail at my stronger and stronger realization, after observing how little I’ve said above, that I probably won’t ever put together the book I want to write to clarify all my thinking on the varieties of poetry.”

Nothing new posted to this discussion since then

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Entry 1203 — More Boilerplate About Academics « POETICKS

Entry 1203 — More Boilerplate About Academics

According to Gary Soto’s bio, his poem, “Oranges,” is the most antho-logized poem in contemporary literature.  When Jim Finnegan reported this to New-Poetry, I replied, “Sounds like something an academic would say after checking six or seven mainstream anthologies.  I may be wrong, but I doubt anyone can say what poem is more antholo-gized than any other, mainly because I don’t think anyone can know about all the anthologies published.”

Jerry McGuire responded to this and that resulted a little while ago (3 P.M.) in the following:

On 9/4/2013 2:41 PM, Jerry McGuire wrote:

Bob, does it really take an academic to persuade you that a particular instance doesn’t prove a general claim? Even averaging things out, I suspect, people who write poetry for their own purposes–which are enormously varied and not in dispute–don’t strike me as “more adventurous” though I can’t for the life of me figure out what kind of “adventure” you have in mind) than academics who write poetry, some of whom are conservative, some middle-of-the-road, and some well out there beyond the fringe. If you mean, by the way, that academic writers are more likely to respect more elements of the history of poetry and include a greater historical variety among their preferences, perhaps I’d agree with you, intuitively, but I can’t prove it and I doubt you can either. As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?) hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know.  And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

On 9/4/2013 1:01 PM, Bob Grumman wrote:

I would claim that academics are much less adventurous (for good or bad) than non-academics–in general.  Compare, for instance, the anthology that I would edit if allowed to the anthology David Graham would.  Or, hey, compare the one he did edit (on conversational poetry, if my memory hasn’t completely died) with one I edited (on visual poetry).  Ignoring which was better (and believe it or not, I would certainly be willing to say they were equal but different in spite of my preference for the poems in mine), consider only which would be considered more adventurous.

Jerry, I used a particular instance to illustrate a general claim.  Maybe if I was able to find everything I’ve written on the subject, I could present a fairly persuasive case for my academic/non-academic division but I’m not, so for now will simply have to leave my opinion as just another Internet unsupporthesis.  I’ll not be able to get into what adventurous is, either, except to say that Columbus was more adventurous than Captain Shorehugger because he went where none or almost none went while the cap’n went where many had been.  The comparison holds even if the latter had found many things of value that had been overlooked by other shorehuggers (which is what the best academics are good at) and Columbus had sunk a hundred miles west of the Azores.

(Note, I can’t lose this argument because I define those you would call academics who are “well out there beyond the fringe as non-academics” since I believe that one employed by a college isn’t necessarily an academic, John M. Bennett and Mike Basinski, two Ph.D. college librarians [but neither of them with any clout at all in the poetry establishment] being cases in point.)

modestly yours, the World’s SUPREME Poventurerer

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 Jerry also wrote:

As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by       my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?)hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know. And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

in a second post, I wrote:

I skipped the above, mistaking it for just a repeat of what I’d said in my post. I definitely have a long grudge, but when you ask what I know about your innate temperament, I’m afraid a possibly over-sensitive buzzer of yours made you take my words as personal.  If you read what I say with care, you will see that I say nothing that would indicate that I consider you an academic, by my definition.  I would say offhand that you are surely more of an academic than I.  From what I’ve read of what you’ve written, I am sure, too, that you are much less of an academic, by my definition, than the people at the top of the poetry establishment.  Just as I am, from some points of view, a terrible academic, since I believe artworks with no words of aesthetic significance cannot be poetry; that a good poem HAS to have some unifying principle (although it may be very difficult to discover and may even be chaos), that what I call otherstream poetry is just a different kind of poetry, not a better kind; that literary criticism is as valuable as poetry; and many other opinions.

Now for a little snarkiness: the belief that academic are not automatic defenders of the status quo is as crude as the belief that they are.  And my belief that the majority of those making a living in college English departments are automatic defenders of the status quo is not a prejudice but the result of quite a bit of study and thought, however misguide others may think it.  So there. True, an academic study of academics would be helpful if thorough and honest.  How about a comparison of all the poetry critics on a list of poetry critics with writings in publications almost everyone would agree are mainstream, like Poetry and The New Yorker and those on a list of those who have written a reasonably large amount of poetry criticism just about never in such publications–like I.  You could include the language poetry critics active before 1990, when language poetry became what I called “acadominant,” meaning widely accepted by academics as important, even by the many against–who showed they thought it important by campaigning against it.  It proved me right by being confirmed as the right edge of Wilshberia around 1900 with the acceptance of a language poet into the American academy of poets, and mainstream anthologies of language poetry. Something of the sort will eventually be done, but not for several decades, I suspect.

–Bob

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Entry 1203 — More Boilerplate About Academics

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

According to Gary Soto’s bio, his poem, “Oranges,” is the most antho-logized poem in contemporary literature.  When Jim Finnegan reported this to New-Poetry, I replied, “Sounds like something an academic would say after checking six or seven mainstream anthologies.  I may be wrong, but I doubt anyone can say what poem is more antholo-gized than any other, mainly because I don’t think anyone can know about all the anthologies published.”

Jerry McGuire responded to this and that resulted a little while ago (3 P.M.) in the following:

On 9/4/2013 2:41 PM, Jerry McGuire wrote:

Bob, does it really take an academic to persuade you that a particular instance doesn’t prove a general claim? Even averaging things out, I suspect, people who write poetry for their own purposes–which are enormously varied and not in dispute–don’t strike me as “more adventurous” though I can’t for the life of me figure out what kind of “adventure” you have in mind) than academics who write poetry, some of whom are conservative, some middle-of-the-road, and some well out there beyond the fringe. If you mean, by the way, that academic writers are more likely to respect more elements of the history of poetry and include a greater historical variety among their preferences, perhaps I’d agree with you, intuitively, but I can’t prove it and I doubt you can either. As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?) hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know.  And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

On 9/4/2013 1:01 PM, Bob Grumman wrote:

I would claim that academics are much less adventurous (for good or bad) than non-academics–in general.  Compare, for instance, the anthology that I would edit if allowed to the anthology David Graham would.  Or, hey, compare the one he did edit (on conversational poetry, if my memory hasn’t completely died) with one I edited (on visual poetry).  Ignoring which was better (and believe it or not, I would certainly be willing to say they were equal but different in spite of my preference for the poems in mine), consider only which would be considered more adventurous.

Jerry, I used a particular instance to illustrate a general claim.  Maybe if I was able to find everything I’ve written on the subject, I could present a fairly persuasive case for my academic/non-academic division but I’m not, so for now will simply have to leave my opinion as just another Internet unsupporthesis.  I’ll not be able to get into what adventurous is, either, except to say that Columbus was more adventurous than Captain Shorehugger because he went where none or almost none went while the cap’n went where many had been.  The comparison holds even if the latter had found many things of value that had been overlooked by other shorehuggers (which is what the best academics are good at) and Columbus had sunk a hundred miles west of the Azores.

(Note, I can’t lose this argument because I define those you would call academics who are “well out there beyond the fringe as non-academics” since I believe that one employed by a college isn’t necessarily an academic, John M. Bennett and Mike Basinski, two Ph.D. college librarians [but neither of them with any clout at all in the poetry establishment] being cases in point.)

modestly yours, the World’s SUPREME Poventurerer

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 Jerry also wrote:

As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by       my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?)hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know. And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

in a second post, I wrote:

I skipped the above, mistaking it for just a repeat of what I’d said in my post. I definitely have a long grudge, but when you ask what I know about your innate temperament, I’m afraid a possibly over-sensitive buzzer of yours made you take my words as personal.  If you read what I say with care, you will see that I say nothing that would indicate that I consider you an academic, by my definition.  I would say offhand that you are surely more of an academic than I.  From what I’ve read of what you’ve written, I am sure, too, that you are much less of an academic, by my definition, than the people at the top of the poetry establishment.  Just as I am, from some points of view, a terrible academic, since I believe artworks with no words of aesthetic significance cannot be poetry; that a good poem HAS to have some unifying principle (although it may be very difficult to discover and may even be chaos), that what I call otherstream poetry is just a different kind of poetry, not a better kind; that literary criticism is as valuable as poetry; and many other opinions.

Now for a little snarkiness: the belief that academic are not automatic defenders of the status quo is as crude as the belief that they are.  And my belief that the majority of those making a living in college English departments are automatic defenders of the status quo is not a prejudice but the result of quite a bit of study and thought, however misguide others may think it.  So there. True, an academic study of academics would be helpful if thorough and honest.  How about a comparison of all the poetry critics on a list of poetry critics with writings in publications almost everyone would agree are mainstream, like Poetry and The New Yorker and those on a list of those who have written a reasonably large amount of poetry criticism just about never in such publications–like I.  You could include the language poetry critics active before 1990, when language poetry became what I called “acadominant,” meaning widely accepted by academics as important, even by the many against–who showed they thought it important by campaigning against it.  It proved me right by being confirmed as the right edge of Wilshberia around 1900 with the acceptance of a language poet into the American academy of poets, and mainstream anthologies of language poetry. Something of the sort will eventually be done, but not for several decades, I suspect.

–Bob

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Entry 1167 — Another Null Poetry Discussion

Tuesday, July 30th, 2013

What follows is a response of mine to what some academics are saying about contemporary poetry here.

What I find interesting about the discussion is how representative it is of academics’ discussions of what they take to be the State of Contemporary Poetry–wholly blind, that is, to ninety percent of the various kinds of superior innovative poetry being fashioned outside of university-certified venues–the various kinds of poetry I call “otherstream,” that is.  Perloff rather beautifully demonstrates this when she writes, “you can’t very well oppose the Penguin canon by bringing up the names of what are, outside the world of small-press and chapbook publishing, wholly unknown poets.”

Why on earth not?!  A competent, responsible critic would be able to find and list whole schools of poets “who are, outside the world of small-press and chapbook publishing, wholly unknown” and show with judicious quotation and commentary why the work of those in them is superior to 95% of the work of living poets in the Penguin.  But no, with academics it’s never the superior ignored poets and schools of superior poets that are left out of mainstream anthologies that matter, only certain favored poets already accepted by the academy that have been.

Meanwhile, needless to say, neither Perloff nor her opponent defines her terms nor provides helpful details about the poetry under discussion.  In short, one more discussion by people of limited understanding of contemporary poetry, for people with even less knowledge–presented in such a way, alas, as to convince members of the general public that they are actually finding out about the most important poetry of today.

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Entry 484 — Another Exchange with an Academic

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

From New-Poetry yesterday and this morning (slightly revised for clarity):

B.G.: Here’s an easy question, David.  Do you think a book by an established critic like Vendler or Logan about 5 poets representing schools of poetry no established critic has every written seriously about, would be more worth writing than one about Levine?  

D.G.: Yes, that’s an easy question.  The answer is: it depends on what they write.

B.G.: Obviously, I meant if some critic like Vendler wrote a book of criticism at the level of the critic’s other works, which would you rather the critic write about–Five poets as written-about as Levine, or five poets representing schools no well-known critic has seriously written about.

D.G.: I don’t have opinions about work I haven’t read, and I don’t assume anything is automatically “better” based on the criteria that you

B.G.: Whenever anyone poses a question like mine, “better” means “according to the person asked.”  Why can’t you meet these simple questions head-on?

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D.G.:  This’ll be the last from me on this go-round, Bob.  

I did meet your question head-on.  I said that I don’t have an opinion on something I haven’t read.  So I don’t know which book would be “better,” even according to me.  I’d have to read it first.  Is that hard to fathom?

B.G.: To me, it is, David.  To me, what I’m asking, to rephrase to meet your weirdly insistent need to avoid answering my question, is which of the two works I mention do you believe you would turn out preferring having read if you were to read both.  The question underlying this is do you believe a book by a prominent critic about poetry doing things no prominent critic has written about would be more valuable than a book by the same critic, at the same level of effectiveness, about poetry doing things many prominent critics have discussed.

Your contention that you don’t have opinions about books that you haven’t read, by the way, seems unlikely.  How is it, for example, that you haven’t bought and read a book of my criticism but have bought and read many books by certified critics and read them if you started off having no opinion about any of those books?  Do you have to read every book you read through to the end to develop an opinion of it, on the grounds that you can’t have an opinion of any part you don’t read, and that you need to in order to have an opinion of the book as a whole?  Do you read every email sent you including spam all the way through?  You must if you read any of them since you can’t have an opinion of them without doing so.

I tend to think your outlook is based on a fear of expressing an opinion that most people will consider wrong.  I don’t have that fear, so am quite able to form and express opinions without full knowledge of every fact having to do with the subject my opinion is about.  I’m confident that if I’m wrong, I’ll be able to change my mind.  I’m also confident that this way I’ll be able to say many more interesting things than a person who fears looking bad.

D.G.: Nor do I think, as you evidently do, that it’s automatically “better” to pay attention to a given poet just because that style hasn’t been paid as much attention as, well, as the styles of poetry that most people actually enjoy reading.  

But how will you know that you won’t prefer the undiscussed style to the received style if all the commentators you’re willing to read won’t discuss it?  Isn’t that really having an opinion of something you haven’t read, the opinion being that it’s not at all a bad thing that only your sort of poetry be discussed by prominent critics?

D.G.: Plenty of great music to be written in C major, and all that.  There could be a great book on Levine being written right now, for all I know. 

B.G.: There’s nothing wrong with having an opinion before reading it that a book that has a 1% chance of saying something interesting about a much-discussed poet will be better than one that covers an unfamiliar kind of poetry, but why can’t you openly admit that you do?  I have no trouble stating that I think another book on Levine by some prominent critic will have no chance at all of being as valuable as a book by the same critic about the kind of poets you consider the equivalent of cowboys kicking moose skulls and calling it baseball (or something close to that).

 

Entry 447 — Me Versus Academia, Again

Monday, May 23rd, 2011

David Graham made one of his always reasonable, never alarming posts to a thread on a 1993 book of Heather McHugh’s about the use of fragments in poetry, Broken English.  He couldn’t keep from making what I took to be a crack at me, and was unable not to reply to.

.  .  . I think McHugh’s right–if I understand her point, what she’s talking about is not a particular technique but an effect reachable by various means at various times, one of those first principles that I referred to before.  The high modernists, who were crazy about collage, were in this light not inventing anything entirely new so much as finding a fresh path to an age-old destination.

(All worthy destinations are age-old?)

This principle of disjunction, then, is visible in Whitman’s whip-saw juxtapositions, Stein’s fracturing of syntax, Eliot’s fragments shored against the ruins, the electric leap in a haiku, surrealist imagery, and so forth, right up through more recent instances such as Ginsberg’s “hydrogen jukebox” and Ashbery’s ruminative ramblings.

I’m just thinking aloud here, and no doubt overgeneralizing, but it occurs to me that there is at least a kinship between poetry such as Dean Young’s and a lot of language-centered poetry with which it wouldn’t normally be compared.  Rather like Ashbery, Young employs utterly conventional syntax, image, and figure; but the results are most slippery and unparaphraseable.  He doesn’t fracture language itself, but there is plenty of disjunction and fragmentation at the conceptual level.

If you focus mostly on the easy binaries (style/theme; free verse/meter; traditional/experimental) you would naturally miss recognizing this sort of kinship.  If, for example, all your definitions of poetry focused relentlessly on
purely technical matters such as the handling of syntax.

My response: “I suppose if you focused all your consideration of poetry on the techniques objectively distinguishing each kind from all others, you’d possibly miss as much as ten percent of the things you’d miss if you focused it only on the trivial kinships that can be found between any two kinds of poems.  (Note: there is more to appreciating poetry than defining it, although that’s the most important part of intelligently appreciating it.)”

In a second post, I opined that “all worthy destinations are much more age-old than new, but never not-new in some significant way.”

Entry 433 — Graham vs. Grumman, Part 99999

Monday, April 25th, 2011

It started with David Graham posting the following poem to New-Poetry:

.              Mingus at The Showplace
.
.              I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen,
.              and so I swung into action and wrote a poem,
.              and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
.              poetry worked: you digested experience and shat
.              literature. It was 1960 at The Showplace, long since
.              defunct, on West 4th St., and I sat at the bar,
.              casting beer money from a thin reel of ones,
.              the kid in the city, big ears like a puppy.
.              And I knew Mingus was a genius. I knew two
.              other things, but as it happened they were wrong.
.              So I made him look at the poem.
.              “There’s a lot of that going around,” he said,
.              and Sweet Baby Jesus he was right. He glowered
.              at me but he didn’t look as if he thought
.              bad poems were dangerous, the way some poets do.
.              If they were baseball executives they’d plot
.              to destroy sandlots everywhere so that the game
.              could be saved from children. Of course later
.              that night he fired his pianist in mid-number
.              and flurried him from the stand.
.              “We’ve suffered a diminuendo in personnel,”
.              he explained, and the band played on.
.
.                                                           William Matthews
.                                                           Time & Money
.                                                            Houghton Mifflin Company
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I Liked it for the same reasons I like many of Charles Bukowski’s poems, so I said, “Good poem. Makes me wonder if he was influenced or influenced Bukowski.  Seems like something by Bukowski, Wilshberianized.”

Mike Snider responded that “Matthews was a far better poet than Bukowski thought himself to be, and he did indeed know his jazz. At the other end of some cultural curve, I love his translations of Horace and Martial.

“And I love your work, Bob, but ‘Wilshberia’ is getting quite a bit past annoying.”

I may be unique among Internetters in that when I post something and someone (other than a troll) responds to it, I almost always carry on the discussion. I did that here: “I think Bukowski at his rawest best was equal to Matthews, but extremely uneven. One of his poems about a poetry reading has the same charge for me that this one of Matthews’s has. I haven’t read enough Mattews to know, but suspect he wrote more good poems than Bukowski did.

“(As for my use of ‘Wilshberia,” I’m sorry, Mike, but it can’t be more annoying to you than Finnegan’s constant announcements of prizes to those who never work outside Wilshberia are to those of us who do our best work outside of it, prizelessly. Also, I contend that it is a useful, accurate term. And descriptive, not derogatory.”

At this point David Graham took over for Mike with some one of his charateristics attempts at wit: “Sorry, Mike, but I have to agree with Bob here. Just as he says, ‘Wilshberia’ is a useful, accurate term, in that it allows someone to see little important difference between the work of Charles Bukowski and William Matthews.

“Think how handy to have such a term in your critical vocabulary. Consider the time saved. Sandburg and Auden: pretty much the same. Shakespeare and Marlowe: no big diff. Frost and Stevens: who could ever tell them apart?

“It’s like you were an entomologist, and classified all insects into a) Dryococelus australis (The Lord Howe Stick Insect) and b) other bugs.”

Professor Graham is always most wittily condescending when he’s sure he has ninety percent of the audience behind him, which was sure to be the case here.

Needless to say, I fired back: “Seeing a similarity between those two is different from seeing “little important difference between” them, as even an academic should be able to understand.

“Wilshberia, for those who can read, describes a continuum of poetry ranging from very formal poetry to the kind of jump-cut free association of the poetry of Ashbery. The sole thing the poets producing the poetry on it have in common is certification by academics.

“No, David, (it’s not like being an entomologist who “classified all insects into a} Dryococelus australis [The Lord Howe Stick Insect] and b} other bugs). Because visual poetry, sound poetry, performance poetry, cyber poetry, mathematical poetry, cryptographic poetry, infraverbal poetry, light verse, contragenteel poetry, haiku (except when a side-product of a certified poet) and no doubt others I’m not aware of or that have slipped my mind are meaninglessly unimportant to academics as dead to what poems can do that wasn’t widely done fifty or more years ago as you does not mean they are the equivalent on a continuum of possible poetries to a Lord Howe Stick Insect in a continuum of possible insects.” Then I thanked the professor for “another demonstration of the academic position.”

My opponent wasn’t through: “A rather nice nutshell of my oft-expressed reservation about Bob’s critical habits above. Note how in his definition of Wilshberia above, ‘the sole thing’ that characterizes such poetry is ‘certification by academics.’ I think we all know what ‘sole’ means. OK, then, it has nothing whatsoever to do, say, with technical concerns. There is no meaningful aesthetic distinction involved. And thus it is obviously not definable according to whether it is breaking new technical ground, because “the sole thing” that defines it is whether academics ‘certify’ it, whatever that means. And as we well know, academics tend to appreciate a spectrum of verse, from the traditional forms and themes of a Wilbur to the fragmentation and opacity of various poets in the language-centered realm.

“But look at the second paragraph above. What are academics being accused of? Oh, it seems we don’t appreciate poetry that breaks new technical ground or challenges our aesthetics. We don’t like poetry of various aesthetic stripes recognized as important by Bob.

“Whether or not that accusation is even true (another argument), does anyone else see a certain logical problem here?”

I didn’t say much. Only that he was wrong that “There is no meaningful aesthetic distinction involved” involved in my characterization of Wilshberia because aesthetic distinctions are involved to the degree that they affect academic certifiability, which they must–as must whether the poetry of Wilshberia is breaking new technical ground.

I proceeded to say, “The meaning of academic certification should be self-evident. It is anything professors do to indicate to the media and commercial publishers and grants-bestowers that certain poems are of cultural value. Certification is awarded (indirectly) by teaching certain poems and poets–and not others; writing essays and books on certain poems and poets–and not others; paying certain poets and not others to give readings or presentations at their universities; and so forth. What (the great majority of) academics have been certifying in this way for fifty years or more is the poetry of Wilshberia.” “Only,” I would now add.

I also noted that I had I previously defined Wilshberia solely as academically certified poetry. “Implicitly, though,” I claimed, “I also defined it as poetry ranging in technique from Wilbur’s to Ashbery’s. Since that apparently wasn’t clear, let me redefine Wilshberia as “a continuum of that poetry ranging from very formal poetry to the kind of jump-cut free association of the poetry of Ashbery which the academy has certified (in the many ways the academy does that, i.e., by exclusively teaching it, exclusively writing about it, etc.)”

Oh, and I disagreed that ” . . . as we well know, academics tend to appreciate a spectrum of verse, from the traditional forms and themes of a Wilbur to the fragmentation and opacity of various poets in the language-centered realm.”

“My claim,” said I, “remains that the vast majority of them think when they say they like all kinds of poets from Wilbur to Ashbery that they appreciate all significant forms of poetry. I have previously named many of the kinds they are barely aware of, if that.”

That was enough for the professor.  He retired to an exchange with New-Poetry’s nullospher, Halvard Johnson, about not having a certificate indicating he was a poet in good standing.

 

Entry 357 — The Smugness of Wilshberians

Monday, January 24th, 2011

To keep posting a daily entry, here’s a post I wrote a month-and-a-half ago in response to David Graham, who near-perfectly personifies the Wilshberian:

Let’s run a bit with the sports analogy. Wilshberia as Bob tends to define it would not just include the major & minor leagues of pro baseball, but every single college, high school, middle school, and community league. Plus sandlot games, softball at company picnics & family reunions.  Fathers playing catch with kids in the back yard, too, of course.  Oh, and naturally all games overseas, not to mention computer baseball games & fantasy leagues.

What wouldn’t the label encompass?

Well, such things as two guys in Havre, Montana who like to kick a deer skull back & forth and call it “baseball.”  Sure, there’s no bat, ball, gloves, diamond, fans, pitcher, or catcher– but they do call it baseball, and wonder why the mainstream media consistently fails to mention their game.

Our minds seem to be running in parallel, David.  I was just thinking that the reason no academics have or can come up with a (better) term for Wilshberia (which they consider derogatory although I consider it descriptive) is that they think it the whole of poetry, so not needing a name.  In other words, for them the range of poetry from Wilbur’s to Ashbery’s is the complete range of poetry.  And people like me, who compose things we think are poems but which are considerably different from anything Wilshberian poets are composing should not mind being considered no more poets than “two guys in Havre, Montana who like to kick a deer skull back & forth” are baseball players.

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Entry 1203 — More Boilerplate About Academics

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

According to Gary Soto’s bio, his poem, “Oranges,” is the most antho-logized poem in contemporary literature.  When Jim Finnegan reported this to New-Poetry, I replied, “Sounds like something an academic would say after checking six or seven mainstream anthologies.  I may be wrong, but I doubt anyone can say what poem is more antholo-gized than any other, mainly because I don’t think anyone can know about all the anthologies published.”

Jerry McGuire responded to this and that resulted a little while ago (3 P.M.) in the following:

On 9/4/2013 2:41 PM, Jerry McGuire wrote:

Bob, does it really take an academic to persuade you that a particular instance doesn’t prove a general claim? Even averaging things out, I suspect, people who write poetry for their own purposes–which are enormously varied and not in dispute–don’t strike me as “more adventurous” though I can’t for the life of me figure out what kind of “adventure” you have in mind) than academics who write poetry, some of whom are conservative, some middle-of-the-road, and some well out there beyond the fringe. If you mean, by the way, that academic writers are more likely to respect more elements of the history of poetry and include a greater historical variety among their preferences, perhaps I’d agree with you, intuitively, but I can’t prove it and I doubt you can either. As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?) hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know.  And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

On 9/4/2013 1:01 PM, Bob Grumman wrote:

I would claim that academics are much less adventurous (for good or bad) than non-academics–in general.  Compare, for instance, the anthology that I would edit if allowed to the anthology David Graham would.  Or, hey, compare the one he did edit (on conversational poetry, if my memory hasn’t completely died) with one I edited (on visual poetry).  Ignoring which was better (and believe it or not, I would certainly be willing to say they were equal but different in spite of my preference for the poems in mine), consider only which would be considered more adventurous.

Jerry, I used a particular instance to illustrate a general claim.  Maybe if I was able to find everything I’ve written on the subject, I could present a fairly persuasive case for my academic/non-academic division but I’m not, so for now will simply have to leave my opinion as just another Internet unsupporthesis.  I’ll not be able to get into what adventurous is, either, except to say that Columbus was more adventurous than Captain Shorehugger because he went where none or almost none went while the cap’n went where many had been.  The comparison holds even if the latter had found many things of value that had been overlooked by other shorehuggers (which is what the best academics are good at) and Columbus had sunk a hundred miles west of the Azores.

(Note, I can’t lose this argument because I define those you would call academics who are “well out there beyond the fringe as non-academics” since I believe that one employed by a college isn’t necessarily an academic, John M. Bennett and Mike Basinski, two Ph.D. college librarians [but neither of them with any clout at all in the poetry establishment] being cases in point.)

modestly yours, the World’s SUPREME Poventurerer

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 Jerry also wrote:

As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by       my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?)hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know. And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

in a second post, I wrote:

I skipped the above, mistaking it for just a repeat of what I’d said in my post. I definitely have a long grudge, but when you ask what I know about your innate temperament, I’m afraid a possibly over-sensitive buzzer of yours made you take my words as personal.  If you read what I say with care, you will see that I say nothing that would indicate that I consider you an academic, by my definition.  I would say offhand that you are surely more of an academic than I.  From what I’ve read of what you’ve written, I am sure, too, that you are much less of an academic, by my definition, than the people at the top of the poetry establishment.  Just as I am, from some points of view, a terrible academic, since I believe artworks with no words of aesthetic significance cannot be poetry; that a good poem HAS to have some unifying principle (although it may be very difficult to discover and may even be chaos), that what I call otherstream poetry is just a different kind of poetry, not a better kind; that literary criticism is as valuable as poetry; and many other opinions.

Now for a little snarkiness: the belief that academic are not automatic defenders of the status quo is as crude as the belief that they are.  And my belief that the majority of those making a living in college English departments are automatic defenders of the status quo is not a prejudice but the result of quite a bit of study and thought, however misguide others may think it.  So there. True, an academic study of academics would be helpful if thorough and honest.  How about a comparison of all the poetry critics on a list of poetry critics with writings in publications almost everyone would agree are mainstream, like Poetry and The New Yorker and those on a list of those who have written a reasonably large amount of poetry criticism just about never in such publications–like I.  You could include the language poetry critics active before 1990, when language poetry became what I called “acadominant,” meaning widely accepted by academics as important, even by the many against–who showed they thought it important by campaigning against it.  It proved me right by being confirmed as the right edge of Wilshberia around 1900 with the acceptance of a language poet into the American academy of poets, and mainstream anthologies of language poetry. Something of the sort will eventually be done, but not for several decades, I suspect.

–Bob

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Entry 1192 — Dialogue Between Two Titans

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

Okay, the title is a sarcastic joke: the dialogue is only between Seth Abramson and me.  My part will be Very Serious, though–as is the paragraph from a comment Seth made to my blog of a week or so ago that I’ve made his part of the following, which I sincerely hope will become just the first exchange in a multi-part series (that will become a book that will make both of us rich–okay, no more of my dumb sarcasm . . . I hope).

Seth: “Metamodernism is a tendency that’s still emerging, much like postmodernism was in the mid-1960s.”

1. as far as I’m concerned, postmodernism (considering poetry only) never emerged because it never became significantly different from the kinds of poetry being called “modernist.”  The great innovator, Ashbery, just used the jump-cut poetry of “The Waste Land” more in his poetry than Eliot had.

2. “Modernism” is a moronic tag because it is based not on what the poetry it covers is and does but on when it was composed.  “Postmodernism” is worse.

3. At around 1910-1920 a true change in the arts finished occurring.  It seems to me the change was simple, no more than the acceptance of significant innovation.  In poetry perhaps two specific innovations dominated.  One was the broadening of allowed linguistic practice that the acceptance of free verse initiated followed by tolerance of all possible registers, and then the loosening of attachment to prose grammar beginning (seriously) with jump-cut poetry.  The second was the acceptance of pluraesthetic poetry, or the significant aesthetic use of more expressive modalities than words in poetry, visual poetry being the main example of this but far the only example.

4. The chronology is of course much ore complex and difficult to unravel than the above suggests, but I’m speaking of when each new kind of poetry came into prominence, not when it was first known (which in some cases may have been centuries ago).

5. I don’t consider “otherstream poetry,” mine or others’, to be any kind of important advance on anything called modernist.  I do take pride in two kinds of it that I may be the inventor of, or at least the first serious proponent of: long division poetry and cryptographic poetry.  The first of these,  I have to brag, has great potential for poets because of it forces those making it to be multiply metaphoric as well as makes it more open to pluraesthetic adventure than any other kind of poetry I know of.  I’m prouder of the second kind because I’m more certain I invented it.  Alas, I do not believe it has any future: I may myself, with just ten specimens of it, done all that can be done with it.

 Seth: “If you want to understand my own (present) take on it, which of course is just proto-, for it’s entirely fluid and still developing as a concept and a poetics (it was first written of in Europe in 2010), you can read my poems on Ink Node (two poems called ‘from The Metamodernist’).”  I found the following two reviews at Ink Node:

from The Metamodernist

from “A Brief Tour of the Cape”
from Section I: The Metamodernist
from “a. Against Expression”
from {KOST 99.1 Osterville. The song “We’re An American Band”}
KOST 99.1 Osterville
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The song “We’re An American Band,” a number-one hit for Grand Funk Railroad in 1973, spawned at least seventeen contemporaneous imitations, none of which achieved the critical or commercial heights of the Railroad’s chart-topper. The Rollers, a six-piece from East Detroit, scored a minor local hit with “We’re a Guatemalan Band” just six months after Grand Funk finished its European tour in 1972. Victor Five and the Quick Six, a duo from Decatur, Georgia, penned and released “We’re Session Musicians” the same week; the song made a minor stir in Germany upon its release in 1974, and was even used to play Grand Flunk offstage during their first-ever European tour in 1975. Later that year, Ginny Decatur, a German ingénue from Athens, Georgia, scored a minor local stir with “We’re a Band,” an instrumental for oboe and drum. Not long thereafter, Frank Zappa and his Mother of Invention recorded an album of duets, We’re Only In It for the Money; the album’s title song, “We’re Between Managers,” was in 1968 a minor imitation for fresh-faced proto-punks The Rollers, whose better-known “We’re An American Band” was inspired equally by their hometown of Decatur, Georgia and a 1963 tour of Greece. Ironically, “We’re An American Band” met with decidedly less success than its immediate predecessor on the then-defunct Fontana label, “We’re a Guatemalan Band,” the latter sung by five or six session musicians from Dunkirk, Germany. The names and origins of these four musicians are unfortunately lost to time, with one exception: the lovely and talented Negro spiritualist, Virginia Georgia, best known for her lead vocals on Grand Flunk’s first album, Coast, released in January of 1999. Coast went on to win five Peabodys in September of 2001. (The cost of the LP, as of December 1998, is just over $99; it can be found for $63 here.)

Provincetown Center: The Fine Artworks

Jerry Sandusky has been performing his live act in the middle of the 600 block of Provincetown’s Main Street for six years. The act’s conceit is a simple one: Stravinsky stands naked on a street corner while painted head to toe in gold paint. The visual effect, given the artist’s meticulously-rendered 1821 “bobby” outfit, is to render Sandusky indistinguishable from a statue of a 1920s London policeman. He can often be seen in the middle of the 600 block of Provincetown’s Main Street waving his nightstick threateningly at passing children and posing playfully for photographs with healthy children. The one wrinkle in his now ten year-old routine is that he looks so convincingly statue-like that those who pose for pictures with him are wont to tell friends and relatives that photographs of Sandusky are in fact snapshots of a popular statute on the outskirts of Provincetown. It gets them every time! But then the joke is never revealed–unless, of course, it wasn’t fallen for in the first instance–meaning that for every enemy or stranger shown a photo of someone they hate or have never met standing with “Jimmy Sardoski” in Truro Center, at least ten hear the story of the famous “Jimmy Stravinsky” statue in Provincetown’s main square. And so it is that the statute has, over the last two decades, become one of Provincetown’s foremost law-themed attractions, though admittedly a difficult one to find. Jerry Sandusky Jr., who’s been performing his live act on the 600 block of Provincetown’s Curtain Street for five years, presently does a brisk trade imitating the statue in the middle of the 500 block of Provincetown’s Main Street; the requested donation per performance is five quid. You can donate to Jerry Sandusky Sr. here.

Seth: “Whether or not it’s something you admire or enjoy it is most definitely not something that’s ‘knownstream’–I have a library of over 2,000 contemporary poetry titles in my apartment right now that tell me so, inasmuch as 99.7% of them militantly exclude all metamodernistic indicia.”

Frankly, I find it hard to believe Seth considers the texts above to be poems.  In fact, I think I’m missing something.  Note: I vehemently oppose the belief that a poem can be anything anyone wants to call a poem.  My definition is simple: a work of art in which meaningful words are centrally significant and a certain percentage of what I call “flow-breaks” (usually lineation, but anything having a comparable effect) are present.  So-called “prose-poems” do not qualify.  My definition is pretty conventional and probably more acceptable of poetry people than any other.  My philosophy is that a definition of anything must distinguish the thing defined from everything that thing is not.

From another example of metamodern poetry I found in an Internet search, I got the impression that for Seth it’s some kind of frenetic pluraesthetic performance art.  It didn’t seem to adhere to my definition of poetry though interesting-sounding.   can’t say I learned enough about it to reach any even semi-valid conclusion about it, though.

Seth: P.S. The ‘psychoanalysis’ comment was re: your claim I do things to win friends–ever. That concept is foreign to me. But as you won’t believe me just saying so, look at it this way: If I’m merely ambition without courage, tell me, why do I have more enemies than you, and more powerful enemies, at that?”

I consider this outside the dialogue I’m trying to get going I want to reply to it, anyway–because I think poets are as interesting to discuss as poetry, and because I’d never thought much about my literary enemies.  After thinking it over, I feel that while I have at least one hostile literary opponent, and am disliked by probably more than a handful of people, my only genuine poetry enemy is The Poetry Establishment.  In short, I have fewer literary enemies than Seth, but one who is far stronger (and evil) than any of his.  Evil: yes, because it has prevented me from making a living, or–actually–from making just about anything as a poet and poetry critic.  The fact that it has done this unconsciously via its control of what’s published, critiqued and rewarded is irrelevant: it has done it.

As for Seth, I merely expressed the opinion that in making his list of 200 poetry people as important “advocates” of American poetry, all of them well-known members of the poetry establishment or younger people I strongly suspect (from having seen some of their work) writing and advocating nothing but the kind of poetry the establishment has certified–unless Seth can convince me that metamodern poetry is some kind of un- or anti-establishment poetry.  It’s hard for me to think he’d do that unless he wanted the establishment to be his friend, but who knows?

At this point I have a question for Seth: what do you think of the idea of making a thorough list, with definitions, of all the contemporary schools of American poetry?  I long ago started such a list.  I asked readers to refine an add to it.  Almost none did.  Most who responded to it were against it.  I believe because they want the public to remain ignorant of all the kinds of poetry being composed besides theirs–they want in other words, to maintain their monopoly.  I on the other had think nothing could be of more value to poetry.

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Entry 1167 — Another Null Poetry Discussion

Tuesday, July 30th, 2013

What follows is a response of mine to what some academics are saying about contemporary poetry here.

What I find interesting about the discussion is how representative it is of academics’ discussions of what they take to be the State of Contemporary Poetry–wholly blind, that is, to ninety percent of the various kinds of superior innovative poetry being fashioned outside of university-certified venues–the various kinds of poetry I call “otherstream,” that is.  Perloff rather beautifully demonstrates this when she writes, “you can’t very well oppose the Penguin canon by bringing up the names of what are, outside the world of small-press and chapbook publishing, wholly unknown poets.”

Why on earth not?!  A competent, responsible critic would be able to find and list whole schools of poets “who are, outside the world of small-press and chapbook publishing, wholly unknown” and show with judicious quotation and commentary why the work of those in them is superior to 95% of the work of living poets in the Penguin.  But no, with academics it’s never the superior ignored poets and schools of superior poets that are left out of mainstream anthologies that matter, only certain favored poets already accepted by the academy that have been.

Meanwhile, needless to say, neither Perloff nor her opponent defines her terms nor provides helpful details about the poetry under discussion.  In short, one more discussion by people of limited understanding of contemporary poetry, for people with even less knowledge–presented in such a way, alas, as to convince members of the general public that they are actually finding out about the most important poetry of today.

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Entry 808 — Grumman Us&Them, No. 314

Monday, July 23rd, 2012

Recently I quoted a passage of Louis Zukofsky’s “A” here. I then started an Internet search for background material on Zukofsky and came across the following (beautifully-written) notice posted by Paul, Louis’s son:

Copyright Notice by PZ
from Paul Zukofsky

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

Far too many people, especially perhaps-innocent grad. students, have been misled into thinking that, in terms of quoting LZ or CZ, they may do what they want, and do not have to worry about me. These people are then suddenly faced with the reality of an irascible, recalcitrant MOI, and are confronted with the very real prospect of years of work potentially down the tubes. I therefore wish to post an obvious “do not trespass” sign where LZ aficionados may see it.

All Louis and Celia Zukofsky is still copyright, and will remain so for many many years. I own all of these copyrights, and they are my property, and I insist upon deriving income from that property. For those of you convinced that LZ would find my stance abhorrent, the truth is that he kept all copyrights (initially in his name) as he had the rather absurd idea that said copyrights would be sufficient to allow for the economic survival of my mother, and their son. My stance is congruent with that hope.

Despite what you may have been told, you may not use LZ’s words as you see fit, as if you owned them, while you hide behind the rubric of “fair use”. “Fair use” is a very-broadly defined doctrine, of which I take a very narrow interpretation, and I expect my views to be respected. We can therefore either more or less amicably work out the fees that I demand; you can remove all quotation; or we can turn the matter over to lawyers, this last solution being the worst of the three, but one which I will use if I need to enforce my rights.

In general, as a matter of principle, and for your own well-being, I urge you to not work on Louis Zukofsky, and prefer that you do not. Working on LZ will be far more trouble than it is worth. You will be far more appreciated working on some author whose copyright holder(s) will actually cherish you, and/or your work. I do not, and no one should work under those conditions. However, if you have no choice in the matter, here are the procedures that I insist upon, and what you must do if you wish to spare yourself as much grief as possible.

1– people who want to do their dissertation on LZ, or want to quote from him in their diss., must, if only as a common courtesy, inform me of their desire to use this material, and obtain my permission to do so. If you do that, and if I agree, the permission will be only for the purposes of the diss. and there will be no charge for limited use within the diss. You will not be allowed to distribute the diss. publicly. Distribution via on-line publication is not allowed. I urge you to keep quotation to a minimum, as the more quotation, the less likely I am to grant permission.

2– people who quote Louis Zukofsky in their dissertations without having had the courtesy to request my permission, and who do so without having obtained my permission to quote LZ, do not have permission to use LZ quotations, and will, in the future, be refused all permission to quote any and all LZ in their future publications, and I promise to do my utmost to hamper, hinder, and preferably prevent all such quotation.

3– people who obtain copies of LZ manuscripts, marginalia, etc. etc. such as at UTexas or elsewhere, and who have not first requested and received my permission to have such copies made, will thereafter be refused permission to use any such materials in any of their future publications. Note that fair use is far more restrictive on unpublished material than on already published material.

4– people who wish to perform LZ or CZ (“A-24”; the “Masque” etc) require performance rights from me. A fee will be charged. People who wish to set LZ to music also require permission to do so.

5– I forbid so-called electronic “publication”. People may not quote LZ in their “blogs”.

6– if you proceed to the point of publishing articles in journals, books etc, or if you publish a book, you must obtain my permission to quote, and fees will be charged. Once again I urge you to quote as little as possible. That will minimize your cost.

Final points.

I can perhaps understand your misguided interest in literature, music, art, etc. I would be suspicious of your interest in Louis Zukofsky, but might eventually accept it. I can applaud your desire to obtain a job, any job, although why in your chosen so-called profession is quite beyond me; but one line you may not cross i.e. never never ever tell me that your work is to be valued by me because it promotes my father. Doing that will earn my life-long permanent enmity. Your self-interest(s) I may understand, perhaps even agree with; but beyond that, in the words of e.e.cummings quoting Olaf: “there is some s I will not eat”.

Next, other than for the following, I am not trying to censor you. I hardly give a damn what is said about my father (I am far more protective of my mother) as long as the name is spelled properly, and the fees are paid. My interest is almost purely economic. That being said, I do not approve of delving into the personal lives of my parents. If you wish to spend your time worrying if LZ did or did not shtupp alligators, that is your problem, but I will not approve quotation. That is not scholarship. That is gossip, and beneath contempt.

Third, do not lie, or try to dissemble. If I ask for something, and you agree, be certain that you do it. If I find out after the fact that you have not, there will be trouble.

Finally, when all else fails, and you remain hell-bent on quoting LZ, but you really, really REALLY do not want to deal with me, or you have been stupidly advised to try to circumvent me — remind yourself again and again, and yet once more, what Lyndon Baines Johnson’s said about J. Edgar Hoover i.e.: “I’d rather have him inside the tent pissing out, than outside pissing in”.

PZ

Hong Kong

Sept. 17, 2009

 

I know nothing about Paul Zukofsky’s motives but I can’t say I have much respect for the academic parasites in an uproar about what he’s doing. The huge majority of them are of the kind who ignore poets while they’re alive but begin swarming over their work when they’re dead. Let them pay huge sums for access and reproduction rights to the poets’ work. True, they can help enlarge the audience for the dead artists’ works, but they also build up the resumes that will eventually get them professorships or tenure, the worst of which pay a lot more a year than the best contemporary artists (at least in my field, poetry) make in a decade (as poets).

Actually, I think academic institutions should be the ones billed since they will eventually be making the most money off the dead poets, by drawing contributions from Philistines eager to show their cultural importance by helping finance work they know nothing about, and building the reputation of their institute in their ongoing competition for students, and the rest of it, which is too complex for me to work out. I’d love to see a book the unravels (if it’s possible) the way universities–did I say “the way?” I mean the MANY ways universities make money off dead artists–while just about totally ignoring contemporary artists who are not repeating the kind of work the dead artists brought into prominence.

Note: what I say above is polemical, hence unfair.  The truth is that academics writing about dead art are the necessary curators of everybody’s cultural inheritance; I consider myself one of them–but only partially, and I find it hard to understand why just about all of them do what they do.  Why can’t a few more of them write about living artists’ work?

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Entry 803 — Insulting BigName Critics

Wednesday, July 18th, 2012

After Finnegan, sitemaster of New-Poetry, let New-Poetry members know that we could find essays by various critics commenting on the current state of American Poetry at the VQR Symposium yesterday, I visited the site, read some, skimmed some, then posted the following at New-Poetry:

Thanks much for this, Finnegan. All these critics and Perloff (whom I count as part of the VQR Symposium group although she withdrew from it because she has remained an important part of it, anyway) is the only one who mentions visual and performance poetry, and all she does is mention them. The most visible two poetries of the Otherstream. But that’s enough to keep me from judging her thoughts on the contem-porary poetry scene the worst in this collection. The others are too closely worthless to pick out one for worst effort.

I will admit one thing not too hard to admit: a few of these estabniks seem somewhat familiar with what they deem a new sort of poetry—conceptual poetry—a kind of poetry, if it’s poetry (and Perloff questions whether at least some texts called conceptual poetry are poems) with which I was unfamiliar. But I’ve always said in my lists of new and newish poetry that I was sure I’d missed some, and know I’ve fallen behind badly in keeping up with various kinds of cyber poetry, never felt comfortable with my take on sound poetry, and only now believe I’m coming to terms with language poetry (although I arrogantly also feel I’ve known more about it for twenty years than just about anybody writing it, or writing poetry called language poetry, including especially Ron Silliman).

From the few examples of conceptual poetry I’ve seen, I have what I think is Perloff’s view, that it’s too similar to dada to be new, and—as I said—possibly prose (of a kind I’ve named “conceprature” to go with similar taxonomical terms I’ve used for “poetry” that’s really prose, “evocature” for prose poems, and “advocature” for lineated propaganda texts. I also use “informrature” for lineated texts like names and addresses on envelopes that are clearly not poems). Having said all that, I do believe that conceptual poets-or-prosists (note: “prosists” is an ad hoc term; I want something better, preferably already in use) are cutting edge even though working in a variety of literature that’s been around a long time—because (1) they are still finding significantly new things to do in it (new to me, anyway) the same way I believe a few visual poets are still finding significantly new things to do in visual poetry, which—in its modern phase—has now been around a century, give or take a decade or two, its start being still controversial; and (2) only a very few visible critics know about them, and only one, Perloff, has so far written meaningfully about them.

I should be kinder to Perloff than I have been for the past 25 years, and will be from now on, I’m pretty sure. But nothing is harder for someone fighting against the status quo not to blow up at than another fighting against it differently (usually much less differently than its seems to both at the time).

Below is perhaps the best example of anti-Otherstream gatekeeping in the tripe Finnegan linked to, a passage from Willard Spiegelman’s hilariously-titled essay, “Has Poetry Changed? The View From the Editor’s Desk.” Its title is funny because it contains not one word about how American poetry has changed over the past 30 years or so. (Note, by the way, another change in my boilerplate: “30,” not “50” years as I so long contended. I finally realized that Ashbery and his followers were, when breaking into prominence, using techniques not in wide use at the time–although far from revolutionary.)

“Some years ago Helen Vendler said she was giving up reviewing or generally writing about new books of poetry by younger poets. She had not lost her acumen, her interest or her powers of perception; rather, she said that she lacked the right cultural frame of reference to be an appropriate audience, let alone a judge. She knew about gardens and nightingales, Grecian urns and Christian theology, but not about hip-hop or comic books, and these provide the material, or at least the glue, for many of today’s poems. Poetic subjects, voices, diction, and tone change. And forms, like subjects, change as well. She wanted to leave the critical field open to younger people like her colleague Stephen Burt, a polymath who knows the ancients and the moderns, the classics and the contemporary. He listens to indie bands and reads graphic novels. He flourishes amid the hipsters as well as the sonneteers.” Etc.

Why is this especially stupid, in my view? The idea that the main thing a critic needs to be familiar with to write about poetry is subject matter. Oh, and “voices, diction and tone.” Oops, “forms,” too. No mention of what Vendler has been drastically ignorant of since she was first writing about Ashbery: technique. Perhaps I’m wrong to consider it the most important component of poetry, but it most certainly is as important as “voices, diction and tone.”

Then there is her leaving the field open to people like Stephen Burt. A Harvard professor! And no more knowledgeable than Vendler about what’s going on in poetry now. Here’s one thing Wikipoo calls him recognized as a critic for, his definition of what I call jump-cut poetry (but long ago referred to it a few times as “elliptical”): “Elliptical poets try to manifest a person—who speaks the poem and reflects the poet—while using all the verbal gizmos developed over the last few decades to undermine the coherence of speaking selves.” I like his “all the verbal gizmos.” Does he mention even some of those invented way before his time by Cummings. I don’t know his criticism well enough to be sure the answer is no, but I’d be willing to bet ten bucks it is.

I’d be interested to know why what I’ve written here contributes less to the discussion in VQR of the current state of American Poetry than the essays in it. Anyone interested in telling me? Or even in telling me why I’m not worth telling? I’ve issued challenges like this before. No one’s yet answered one. At least one that doesn’t significantly misrepresent me, and escalate into ad hominem arguments and plain insults.

Note: I’m pretty sure that 15 or 20 years ago, one of the two times I was stupid enough to apply for a Guggenheim grant, Willard Spiegelman got one in the field I’d applied for one in. I can’t remember how he described his winning project except that it was lame, even for a mainstreamer. (Richard Kostelanetz, a former winner of a Guggenheim, had recommended me to the Guggenheimers, who then invited me to submit an application, so it wasn’t all my fault.)
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Entry 798 — Grumman Versus Abramson

Friday, July 13th, 2012

I had a headache when I went to bed last night that I eventually took an Advil for, which didn’t help, so at 5 A.M. I took a stronger dose of pain-medication that included the pill with an opiate in it that is my equivalent of a steroid.  I believe Seth Abramson’s attack on my term, “otherstream,” contributed to my headache.  I felt his argument against the term was very weak and ill-stated, but I think I’ve been somewhat stressed out for a long time–years–by my need constantly to throw my little wooden arrows  at some Poetry Establishment fortress–undentingly.  Now I would have to throw my arrows  a goddamned gain, with almost surely no more chance of making a dent in the status quo than ever.  I had to take the zoom-dose, as I call the pill with the opiate in it plus two APCs (which have caffeine, which is as important for me steroidally as the opiate) to get myself going, anyway.

Even without pharmaceutical help, I’d gotten some good ideas to use against Abramson, and/or in the larger text I hope to write about the otherstream.  They include a new (guess what?) . . . coinage!  My best essays as a critic almost always begin with some coinage or other of mine.  This time it’s “minorstream,” and not important, at all, except that it allows me to dump “knownstream”–an excellent term that never quite fit into my system for naming the main kinds of contemporary poetry–typologically.  It is now about 8 A.M.  I’ll finish this entry with either my response to Abramson, or my excuse for not having finished one.

* * * I’m back nine hours later with an essay of almost 3,000 words that I consider a good rough draft

For years I’ve been arguing rather passionately for recognition of what I’ve called “otherstream poetry.”  Recently, an essay by Jake Berry in The Argotist Online put me fairly central in a discussion of what I view as the opposition of the poetry establishment to otherstream poetry because of my having coined “otherstream,” and because I was one of the sixteen people who accepted an invitation to respond to what Jake wrote.  For over a week the essay and the responses to it got no significant attention.  Finally Seth Abramson, who was in the process of writing a series of essays that seemed to have something to do with the establishment/otherstream opposition, was drawn to defend his series against two snipes at it.  One was by Jeffrey Side, who, as editor of The Argotist Online, was responsible for the publication of Jake’s essay and the discussion of it, the other by me, neither of any consequence.  Abramson writes for The Huffington Review.  Who knows how influential he is.  All I know is that he’s posted lists of “ten best poems” that I have written contemptuously of, and short essays showing little or no knowledge of the otherstream.  An establishment hack, in other words—or perhaps only a sub-establishment hack.

Which gives me an excuse to give my definition of “the Poetry Establishment.”  Make that “the current American Poetry Establishment,” which I will hereafter refer to as simply, “the Establishment.”  There most assuredly is one, but its members and supporters scoff at references to it because it is not a formal institution.  It is also difficult to define with precision.  Moreover, to speak of any powerful “establishment” paints one a probable conspiracy nut.

To start with, the Establishment consists of (1) a great many junior college, college and university English departments.  I’m tempted to say it consists of all such departments, but there may be some, in junior colleges or very small colleges, that are too uninfluential to qualify as part of the Establishment.  Add to this (2) all trade publications publishing poetry and/or commentary on poetry, plus all junior college, college and university presses’ staffs, again with the proviso that some may be too minor to count—those with a circulation of little over a hundred, say.  One must also include (3) the few visible commentators on poetry such as Helen Vendler and Harold Bloom—those whose readership is a thousand or more.  There are also (4) the members of formal establishment institutions such as the American Academy of Poets, and (5) whoever it is at significant grants- and awards-bestowing formal establishment institutions such as the Pulitzer Prize Committee; the MacArthur Foundation, the Guggenheim Foundation, the National Book Foundation, and so on, that pick the recipients of their prizes.  That few or none of these groups are formally affiliated with each other is irrelevant: together they act in unison (instinctively, I believe) to favor the status quo over what I call “the Otherstream.”  (I’d be surprised if I haven’t overlooked any others, so would welcome additions to my list.)

In the eighties, when I coined the term, “the Otherstream,” I only intended it to apply to poetry.   Later, because I believe it covers all the arts (all the sciences, too), I replaced “poetry” with “arts,” as it is in the version I wrote for Jake’s essay,  without really thinking about it.  It was a bad move, because complicating the issue and because I don’t know enough about any art but poetry to be able to argue for the validity of my term’s application to it.  Ergo, from now on. consider the term to apply only to contemporary American poetry.

Note well, that my term refers to kinds of poetry, not to individual poets.  In other words, just because John Blank and Samantha Wicker have published collections of standard free verse that the Establishment has ignored does not make them “otherstream.”  Nor does the Establishment’s brief, accidental or token recognition of a poet whose specialty is a kind of otherstream poetry such as sound poetry, make him suddenly “mainstream”—“mainstream” being those kinds of poetry recognized (more than tokenly or accidentally) by the Establishment as having value.

Defining major generalities like whatever I mean by “otherstream poetry,” is not easy.  Hence, over the past twenty-five years, I’ve re-defined it many times.  My attempt to get it right for Jake’s essay was the following:

‘Otherstream’ is my adjective for works of art the great majority of arts academics, well-known critics, commercial publishers and commercial magazine editors know little more than the names of, if that. A brief definition: art of a kind that’s not taught in college courses. For me, it means approximately, but only approximately, the opposite of ‘mainstream.’ What it’s the exact opposite of is ‘knownstream.’ That’s because some art is knownstream, like certain kinds of very formal verse–the sestina, say, is well known to most literature professors but is not what you’d call a kind of ‘mainstream’ poetry.”

It is this definition that Seth Abramson takes on, with the claim that “we need to point out from the outset that it’s not at all functional, for five reasons.”  Three of his reasons concern terms not of hardly importance to what my definition is about.  He finds genuine faults in them, but not faults that would keep anyone but a ridiculously literal-minded reader from know what I meant.  He then claims my main definition is a tautology, which is preposterous, as I will show.  He then has trouble with my term, “knownstream,” due to his excessive literal-mindedness.  He never addresses what my term is centrally about, the difference between certified poetry and the poetry otherstream.  My definition definitely had a few slight flaws, but it was still definitely functional.

I will soon get to Abramson’s objections.  First, though, I would like to thank him sincerely for taking up Jake’s, Jeff’s, and my issue, and taking it up at some length (although I fear he could use an editor specializing in cutting).  I may finally get my definition of the otherstream completely right, and take care of the problem I’ve always had with poetry which, in my view, is neither otherstream nor mainstream, thanks to what he wrote.

Abramson’s first reason for considering “otherstream” non-functional is that my term,

Arts academics” (his emphasis) is not restricted to (and definitionally cannot be restricted to) English departments, so it could include a lot of people Grumman couldn’t possibly be speaking of. Yet there are also many within English departments who we wouldn’t term “arts” academics, so it doesn’t include them either. Then there are those outside “the academy” who consciously and consistently and conspicuously “academicize” discourse on and surrounding poetry (particularly avant-garde poetries) through the use of specialized terminology (often misuse, like the avant-garde’s bastardization of the term “parataxis”). Like Grumman himself. Are these folks “arts academics” also? No one knows.

I admit that my term is a muddy one, but quite innocent and of little account.  (Nonetheless, it won’t be in my revised definition.)  I contend that just about any of my readers will have an idea of what an arts academic is that’s reasonably close to mine.  It’s basically professors and professor-types, to be no less vague—because there’s no need for great clarity in a definition the aim of which is merely to convey gists.

Next Abramson cites my “great majority” as a weasel word.  Sure, it’s a weasel word, but I contend that it’s an appropriate, necessary one.  I suppose I could have used “90% or more,” but it seems to me someone less ridiculously exacting than Abramson would know I meant that, or something near that.  Remember, the context is a paper arguing that a great portion of the contemporary American poetry continuum has been slighted.  Would “great majority” mean 51% in such a paper?

He cites “well-known” as a similar weasel word.  Baloney.  I’m willing to let each individual reader use his own definition of “well-known,” for I’m pretty sure he won’t use it to mean someone like me, whose blog may have a hundred readers—especially, again, in the context of an essay arguing what Jake’s argues.

Later Abramson has trouble with what I mean by “commercial publisher.”  He himself answers the question with “trade press,” which is what I meant, but which “commercial publisher,” a near-synonym, got into my head first.  In my improved definition I will more carefully describe which kind of publisher  I mean, although I don’t think it’s possible to pin it down exactly.  Again, though, almost anyone reading me would know that I mean publisher of the kinds of books that you’ll find in places like Books-a-Million.

Abramson has trouble with “knownstream,” too:

The term “knownstream,” like the term “otherstream,” depends entirely for its definition upon a term Grumman does not define–the “mainstream.” The “mainstream” is defined in a you-all-know-what-I-mean kind of way, yet that’s hardly good enough — as if we look at high-school level instruction (at least up until the mid-1990s) we’d probably say that received forms like sonnets are exactly what high school teachers teach. So when did the sonnet become non-mainstream, if it’s still the form of poetry most Americans are familiar with (I’d frankly speculate) as compared to any other? Whose mainstream are we speaking of?

I feel I don’t have to define “mainstream” in my definition of “otherstream.”  If the reader has no good idea what I mean, it’s his responsibility to look it up, which he could in any standard dictionary, or he could consult other works of mine.  But I do define it: it’s the approximate opposite of “otherstream.”  That makes it what is taught in colleges.  And I repeat that it isn’t important for the reader to know precisely what’s mainstream, otherstream or knownstream, only have a rough idea that there are three important kinds of poetry extant, and one of them is being unfairly ignored by the Establishment.

Abramson’s silliest argument against my term was calling my short definition of it a tautology:

The “brief definition” of “otherstream” art is “art that’s not taught in college courses”? Isn’t that a tautology? (Q: What’s the “otherstream”? A: Art that’s not taught in college courses. Q: How do you know it’s not taught in college courses? A: Because it’s the “otherstream,” dummy!).

This seems outright insane to me.  If someone asked me what the otherstream was, and I told him it’s art that’s not taught in college courses, and he asked me how I knew it wasn’t, I would never tell him it wasn’t because it was the otherstream.  After stating that I was really speaking only of poetry, which I knew something about, admitting that I really meant that less than one percent of all college courses devoted to literature had to do with otherstream poetry.  I would go one to tell him I knew this because of my amazing able to infer it from: (1) the near-total absence of otherstream poetry in the books used in college classes such as the various Norton anthologies; (2) the near-total absence of otherstream poetry appearing in the books and magazines published by college and university presses; (3) the near-total absence of any mention in books about poetry written by English professors that I’d read, or read reviews of, or browsed the table of contents of; (4) my never having heard from any of the many poets I know who produce otherstream poetry that they’d been invited to read at any college; (5) my having written many times in Internet discussion groups about the Establishment’s ignorance of the otherstream without anyone’s ever denying my argument (who had the slightest idea what kind of poetry otherstream poetry is); and much else of the same sort, such as Abramson’s own long dissertation-in-progress that seems to posit a war between opposing college and university faculties as having had something of consequence to do with the state of American poetry, but says just about nothing concerning otherstream poetry, which has grown and flourished in spite of its having been ignored by both faculty-groups Abramson seems to be talking about.

My final and greatest annoyance with Abramson is with his suggestion that “quite possibly Grumman designed his terms that way  (“poorly”) –and with that intention (assuring that “no one can ever quantify which poets or poetries or poems are ‘otherstream,’ so all cultural capital accruing to that term stays with Grumman”).  Now it happens that I am fanatically in favor of total freedom of speech, so I would never take poor Seth to court for his allegation.  I have to say, however, that statements like it are about the only verbal abuse that offends me.  In this case, if Abramson had read my response to Jake’s essay, he would have seen that I state with more than reasonable clarity pretty precisely what kinds of poetry my term refers to (i.e., a list of them “would include . . . visual poetry, sound poetry, performance poetry, contragenteel poetry, mathematical poetry, infra-verbal and grammar-centered poetry (the two main schools of genuine language poetry, cruptographic poetry, cyber poetry, and others I’ve forgotten about or missed”).  But even in my general definition I define what I mean with enough objectivity for anyone likely to read my writings or Abramson’s to know what poets or poetries or poems are “otherstream.”  I say otherstream poetries are poetries “of a kind that are not taught in college courses.”   How can anyone not know from this what I mean?  Go to a few colleges and list what kinds of poetry are taught there.  Compare it to a list of all the varieties of poetry currently composed in America.  If you find anything on your second list that is not on your first list, it is probably otherstream.  True, you would have to get samples of kinds of poetry taught from a great many colleges to be sure any particular kind of poetry was indeed otherstream.

Otherstream poets are poets who compose poetry “of a kind that are not taught in college courses”; and otherstream poems are “of a kind that are not taught in college courses.”  But, as previously stated, my definition is of kinds of poetries only.

Your biggest problem (and Abramson’s) is that the Establishment will keep you ignorant of all the varieties of poetry being composed so your list of all extant kinds of poetry will be defective.

Needless to say, I should not have said otherstream poetry is what’s “not taught in college courses,” but in my hurry to knock out my definition committed the common error of all-or-nothing.  I should have said otherstream poetry is what’s very rarely taught in colleges.  No, what I should have said is what I’ll be saying in my final definition, “To put it in brief, it is poetry that not more than twenty of our country’s junior college, college and university literature teachers devotes any significant attention to (i.e., as much as five minutes of an entire course).”  I claim that almost any reasonable reader would have understood what I wrote to mean not what I said but what I must have meant if sane—since it wouldn’t be sane to claim no college taught any kind poetry however arcane.

It is now time to unveil my Final Definition of Otherstream Poetry:

“Otherstream” is my adjective for kinds of poetries that no more than twenty or thirty members of the contemporary American Poetry Establishment, as previous defined, have any significant knowledge of.  To put it in brief, it is poetry that not more than twenty of our country’s junior college, college and university literature teachers devotes any significant attention to (i.e., as much as five minutes of an entire course).  To specifically list the current kinds of otherstream literature is difficult because of their lack of recognition, but my best list at the moment is visual poetry, sound poetry, performance poetry, contragenteel poetry, mathematical poetry, cyber poetry, infra-verbal and grammar-centered poetry (the two main schools of genuine language poetry), polylingual poetry almost certainly other I can’t think of at the moment or don’t know about.  I might add that there are a number of varieties of some of these, particularly of visual poetry.

 It is the opposite of “Mainstream,” which is mine and many others’ adjective for all the kinds of poetry sanctioned by the Establishment—in the words of Charles, Bernstein, it is our country’s “Official Verse Culture.”  The mainstream, to go on, is the kind poetry that takes up 99% of the time devoted to the teaching of poetry at 99% of the junior colleges, colleges and universities in the U.S.  It is the kind of poetry poetry critics more than 500 Americans have heard of write about 99.9% of the time.  It is the kind of poetry 101%–ooops, I mean 99.99% of the money cultural foundations award poets.  It is the kind of poetry that takes up 99.67% of the pages of every poetry anthology or poetry collection that is published in America that reaches more than 500 people.

Because there are kinds of poetry well-known to, or at least somewhat known to, but pretty much ignored by members of the establishment such as the haiku, I distinguish it from both the mainstream and the otherstream as the “minorstream.”  I suspect, though that more American poets compose, and more people love, minorstream poetry, which includes narrative poetry in the tradition of Robert W. Service, than mainstream poetry.

One last bit of news: Jeffrey Side is also taking on Abramson, who attacked his introduction of the Berry essay. His thrashing of Abramson is here.

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Entry 797 — A Grumman Coinage Gets Attacked

Thursday, July 12th, 2012

Finnegan, at New-Poetry, reported, “Jake Berry’s piece, and Bob’s terminology, are now in play on Seth Abramson’s blog…” It’s here.

“Are they ever!” replied I. “Unfortunately, Seth is either a poor writer or I’m not bright enough to follow his reasoning too well. When I have time, I’ll respond to what he’s written. Meanwhile, I would love to hear from others how much sense he makes to them, for he mostly doesn’t make sense to me.” I went on to draft a response to what Abramson said about my term, “otherstream.” He made no argument of substance against it, but raised four points against it, all but one technically valid but trivial. However, they helped me tighten my definition. I’ve been feeling particularly crappy, too much so to work further on my draft, or say more here.

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Entry 795 — A Rebuke

Tuesday, July 10th, 2012

Every once in a while some mediocrity rebukes me for some attack of mine on the Poetry Establishment, usually at New-Poetry (and almost always gives me a good laugh, although almost always also annoys me at how little substance the rebuke contains).  My latest rebuke was from Barry Alpert, a poet I know nothing about but whose name is familiar to me.  (Alpert may not be a mediocrity but I have trouble imagining a non-mediocrity defending the Poetry Establishment, even against such a churl as I.)

Background

Mark Weiss: “It’s really not about poetry so much as academic politics.” He was referring to Seth Abramson’s blog entry here about what Abramson calls “a 125-year-long battle between two opposing forces in American poetry, ‘creative writing’ and ‘the Academy.’”

Me: “Right, and when it’s about poetry, it’s only about academic poetry. The guy seems totally out of it—not at all current with what’s going on in poetry now, and not what I’d call cogent about the poetry he seems to know something about. The real debate is here, where Jake Berry discusses, basically, the Academy vs. the Otherstream, with links to responses to Jake by Anny, me, and a handful of others, including Marjorie Perloff. This was mentioned a week or two at New-Poetry. So far no one, so far as I and Jeff Side, who runs The Argotist Online where everything is, know has written anything further about it (except for a few mentions that were really just announcements of its existence).”

The Rebuke

Nice bit of self-description, Northrop:

(Me: Your evidence for this?)

“The guy seems totally out of it?

(Me: you caught me using maliciously polemical hyperbole, Barry, but–alas–I can’t promise never to do that again: my moon is in Aries.)

not at all current with what?

(Me: what’s going on in poetry now—visual poetry, sound poetry, syntax-centered poetry, infraverbal poetry, mathematical poetry, conceptual poetry, various kinds of cyber poetry—as well as the Wilshberia that, I’m sure, is all you’re aware of—and kinds even I don’t know about. I don’t think he even knows much about what’s going on in Wilshberia.)

s going on in poetry now, and not what I?

(Me: Not sure what you’re questioning, Barry–I was just reminding readers that what I was spouting was just my opinion.)

d call cogent about the poetry he seems to know something about.”

As a critic ranging over literature and all the other arts for fifty years, I’ve rarely encountered such a damaging advocate for that which he promotes.

(Me: Is this guy Seth Abramson’s grandfather?  So I don’t think Seth knows much about the poetry scene, so what?)

You’ve convinced me (and, I’m sure, any critics who have sampled your “critical prose”) not to read you as well as, unfortunately, those writers who have the misfortune to have been “promoted” by your contemp-orary embodiment of what may have been an LP coinage: “the small press creep [crank]”. Your embarrassing email backslapping with S. Russell would be a choice example of the absolute nadir of “critical discourse”.

(Me: odd how often these rebukers consider thoughts and opinion informally exchanged on the Internet to be “critical discourse.”  How typical of a mediocrity to need to protect his tiny view of his field by staying away from not only my writing but that of those I favor!  Not that there was much chance he ever read us–although he shared a billing at a poetry reading with one of them once.  As for the others whom my vileness has convinced I should not be read, great! The more I limit what I say to the intelligent, the less chance there is that it will be misquoted all over the place.)

“Visual poetry” would be better served by a professional advertising agency.

(Me: Thank you for reminding me that when mainstreamers do deign to notice the otherstream, they rarely present arguments against it, preferring empty insults of those representing it.)

Note: most of my replies have been revised since appearing at New-Poetry.
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Entry 785 — the Otherstream and the Universities

Saturday, June 30th, 2012

As I said in another entry, Jake Berry has an article in The Argotist Online, edited by by Jeffrey Side, that’s about the extremely small attention academia pays to Otherstream poetry you can read here. I and these others wrote responses to it: Ivan Arguelles, Anny Ballardini, Michael Basinski, John M. Bennett, John Bradley, Norman Finkelstein, Jack Foley, Bill Freind, Bill Lavender, Alan May, Carter Monroe, Marjorie Perloff, Dale Smith, Sue Brannan Walker, Henry Weinfield.  A table of contents of the responses is here. I hope eventually to discuss these responses in an essay I’ve started but lately found too many ways to get side-tracked from.   The existence of the article and the responses to it has been fairly widely announced on the Internet.  Jeff Side says they’ve drawn a lot of visitors to The Argotist Online, ” 23,000 visitors, 18,000 of which have viewed it for more than an hour.”  What puzzles both him and me is that so far as we know, almost no one has responded to either the article or the responses to the article.  There’s also a post-article interview of Jake that no one’s said anything about that I know of.  Why?

What we’re most interested in is why no academics have defended academia from Jake’s criticism of it.  Marjorie Perloff was (I believe) the only pure academic to respond to his article, although Jeff invited others to.  And no academic I know of has so much as noted the existence of article and responses.  I find this a fascinating example of the way the universities prevent the status quo from significantly changing in the arts, as for some fifty years they’ve prevented the American status quo in poetry from significantly changing.  Here’s one possible albeit polemical and no doubt exaggerated (and not especially original) explanation for the situation:

Most academics are conformists simply incapable of significantly exploring beyond what they were taught about poetry as students, so lead an intellectual life almost guaranteed to keep them from finding out how ignorant they are of the Full contemporary poetry continuum–they read only magazines guaranteed rarely to publish any kind of poetry they’re unfamiliar with, and just about never reviewing or even mentioning other kinds of poetry.  They only read published collections of poems published by university or commercial (i.e. status quo) presses and visit websites sponsored by their magazines and by universities.  Hence, these academics come sincerely to believe that Wilshberia, the current mainstream in poetry, includes every kind of worthwhile poetry. 

When they encounter evidence that it isn’t such as The Argotist Online’s discussion of academia and the otherstream, several things may happen:

1. the brave ones, like Marjorie Perloff, may actually contest the brief against academia–albeit not very well, as I have shown in a paper I will eventually post somewhere or other;

2. others drawn in by the participation of Perloff may just skim, find flaws in the assertions and arguments of the otherstreamers, and there certainly are some, and leave, satisfied that they’ve been right all along about the otherstream;

3. a few may give some or all the discussion an honest read and investigate otherstream poetry, and join the others satisfied they’ve been right all along, but with better reason since they will have actually investigated it; the problem here is that they won’t have a sufficient amount of what I call accommodance for the ability to basically turn off the critical (academic) mechanisms of their minds to let new ways of poetry make themselves at home in their minds.  In other words, they simply won’t have the ability to deal with the new in poetry. 

4. many will stay completely away from such a discussion, realizing from what those written of in 1., 2. and 3 tell them. that it’s not for them. 

A major question remains: why don’t those described in 2. and 3. comment on their experiences, letting us know why they think they’ve been right all along.  That they do not suggests they unconsciously realize how wrong they may be and don’t want to take a chance of revealing it; or, to be fair, that they consider the otherstream too bereft of value for them to waste time critiquing.  This is stupid; pointing out what’s wrong with bad art is as valuable as pointing out what’s right with good art.  Of course, there are financial reasons to consider:  a critique of art the Establishment is uninterested in will not be anywhere near as likely to get published, or count much toward tenure or post-tenure repute if published as another treatise on Milton or Keats.  Or Ashbery, one of the few slightly innovative contemporary poets of Wilshberia.

But I think, too, that there are academics who unconsciously or even consciously fear giving any publicity at all to visual or sound or performance and any other kind of otherstream poetry because it might overcome Wilshberia and cost them students, invitations to lecture and the like–and/or just make them feel uncomfortably ignorant because incapable of assimilating it.  Even more, it would cost them stature: it would become obvious to all but their closest admirers that they did not know all there is to know about poetry.

Note: I consider this a first draft and almost certainly incomplete.  Comments are nonetheless welcome.

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Entry 775 — The Otherstream, Part Two

Wednesday, June 20th, 2012

I’ll be jumping around for a while, responding to others’ responses to Jake Berry’s essay.   I found most of those others seem not get what I mean by “the otherstream.”   Here, for instance is an excerpt of Alan May’s response:

Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Wallace Stevens, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell, Silvia Plath, (some of) The Beats, Charles Bukowski, and The New York School, (well, Ashbery and O’hara), Maya Angelou. These are American poets I can mention to college graduates and/or people who are “well read” and hope, for f^#k’s sake, I won’t get a blank stare for at least some of the list. . . . most wouldn’t fit into either school Berry mentions. Okay, maybe Lowell, Bishop, and O’Hara would fit into The Iowa School, but to be honest, I included them (Lowell and Bishop), as an afterthought and Frank O’Hara gets a pass because he ran with some famous people, and Don Draper, a character from the HBO series Madmen, reads one of O’Hara’s poems aloud in Episode 1 of Season 2 (?). See how objective/informed decisions are made?”

“Otherstream” seems broad enough that the term, by its very advent, if not by its definition, should include about 70% of poets in academia. (Perhaps Jake Berry means to include them in the Otherstream? I’m not sure.) If an academic poet (one who teaches at a college or university) hasn’t won prizes or published books with an academically accepted press, or if the books are only collected in a handful of libraries, his status is about the same as those outside of academia.

Yes, but the hypothetical academic would have written the same kind of poetry that those winning prizes and getting published by academically accepted presses are.  That’s what makes him mainstream.  Here’s my definition of “otherstream,” again.  It’s slightly changed from what Jake had it to emphasize the point that it is not a definition of poets but of the kind of poetry they write.

 “Otherstream” is my adjective for works of art the great majority of arts academics, well-known critics, commercial publishers and commercial magazine editors know little more than the names of, if that.  A brief definition: art of a kind that’s not taught in college classes. For me, it means approximately, but only approximately, the opposite of “mainstream.” What it’s the exact opposite of is “known-stream.” That’s because some art is knownstream, like certain kinds of very formal verse–the sestina, say–which are well known to most literature professors but are not what you’d call kinds of mainstream poetry.

Ergo, I define the work of poet X mainstream even if poet X is only published by his best friend’s micropress in editions of fifty if he write Iowa Workshop poetry, and poet Y remains an otherstream poet if he composes visual, sound, cryptographic, cyber, mathematical, chemistry-centered poetry or the like, even if he wins a Nobel Prize.  In such a case, though, his poetry would soon have to be labeled “mainstream,” because it and poetry like it would then get in the schools, onto the pages of university poetry publications and commercial poetry books, and so forth, which would by definition make it “Mainstream,” a term meaning the widely-known poetry of a certain time, so referring to different poetry depending on the time it has to do with.  Ditto otherstream poetry.  There will always be exceptions–that is, the mainstream will always accept some small bit of otherstream poetry.  I don’t think it possible for the otherstream to ever contain mainstream poetry, though–a given poet’s mainstream output may be as ignored as just about all otherstream poets’ output is, but that won’t make him otherstream.  To repeat my point.

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Entry 1203 — More Boilerplate About Academics

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

According to Gary Soto’s bio, his poem, “Oranges,” is the most antho-logized poem in contemporary literature.  When Jim Finnegan reported this to New-Poetry, I replied, “Sounds like something an academic would say after checking six or seven mainstream anthologies.  I may be wrong, but I doubt anyone can say what poem is more antholo-gized than any other, mainly because I don’t think anyone can know about all the anthologies published.”

Jerry McGuire responded to this and that resulted a little while ago (3 P.M.) in the following:

On 9/4/2013 2:41 PM, Jerry McGuire wrote:

Bob, does it really take an academic to persuade you that a particular instance doesn’t prove a general claim? Even averaging things out, I suspect, people who write poetry for their own purposes–which are enormously varied and not in dispute–don’t strike me as “more adventurous” though I can’t for the life of me figure out what kind of “adventure” you have in mind) than academics who write poetry, some of whom are conservative, some middle-of-the-road, and some well out there beyond the fringe. If you mean, by the way, that academic writers are more likely to respect more elements of the history of poetry and include a greater historical variety among their preferences, perhaps I’d agree with you, intuitively, but I can’t prove it and I doubt you can either. As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?) hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know.  And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

On 9/4/2013 1:01 PM, Bob Grumman wrote:

I would claim that academics are much less adventurous (for good or bad) than non-academics–in general.  Compare, for instance, the anthology that I would edit if allowed to the anthology David Graham would.  Or, hey, compare the one he did edit (on conversational poetry, if my memory hasn’t completely died) with one I edited (on visual poetry).  Ignoring which was better (and believe it or not, I would certainly be willing to say they were equal but different in spite of my preference for the poems in mine), consider only which would be considered more adventurous.

Jerry, I used a particular instance to illustrate a general claim.  Maybe if I was able to find everything I’ve written on the subject, I could present a fairly persuasive case for my academic/non-academic division but I’m not, so for now will simply have to leave my opinion as just another Internet unsupporthesis.  I’ll not be able to get into what adventurous is, either, except to say that Columbus was more adventurous than Captain Shorehugger because he went where none or almost none went while the cap’n went where many had been.  The comparison holds even if the latter had found many things of value that had been overlooked by other shorehuggers (which is what the best academics are good at) and Columbus had sunk a hundred miles west of the Azores.

(Note, I can’t lose this argument because I define those you would call academics who are “well out there beyond the fringe as non-academics” since I believe that one employed by a college isn’t necessarily an academic, John M. Bennett and Mike Basinski, two Ph.D. college librarians [but neither of them with any clout at all in the poetry establishment] being cases in point.)

modestly yours, the World’s SUPREME Poventurerer

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 Jerry also wrote:

As for “academics are in charge of poetry, and I include many people not employed by colleges as academics.  An academic is, by       my definition, by innate temperament, an automatic defender of the status quo,” your definition strikes me as self-serving and petty. What you know about my “innate temperament” (“for instance”?)hardly qualifies you to determine what’s “automatic” in my preferences, loves, hates, and particular decisions. As so often, you seem to be nurturing some sort of long grudge, and using the list to air your brute generalizations. Some of us do read these things, you know. And while crude prejudices don’t hurt my feelings–hardened over the years by the contempt of 18-year-olds for their elders–they sadden and disappoint me.

Jerry

in a second post, I wrote:

I skipped the above, mistaking it for just a repeat of what I’d said in my post. I definitely have a long grudge, but when you ask what I know about your innate temperament, I’m afraid a possibly over-sensitive buzzer of yours made you take my words as personal.  If you read what I say with care, you will see that I say nothing that would indicate that I consider you an academic, by my definition.  I would say offhand that you are surely more of an academic than I.  From what I’ve read of what you’ve written, I am sure, too, that you are much less of an academic, by my definition, than the people at the top of the poetry establishment.  Just as I am, from some points of view, a terrible academic, since I believe artworks with no words of aesthetic significance cannot be poetry; that a good poem HAS to have some unifying principle (although it may be very difficult to discover and may even be chaos), that what I call otherstream poetry is just a different kind of poetry, not a better kind; that literary criticism is as valuable as poetry; and many other opinions.

Now for a little snarkiness: the belief that academic are not automatic defenders of the status quo is as crude as the belief that they are.  And my belief that the majority of those making a living in college English departments are automatic defenders of the status quo is not a prejudice but the result of quite a bit of study and thought, however misguide others may think it.  So there. True, an academic study of academics would be helpful if thorough and honest.  How about a comparison of all the poetry critics on a list of poetry critics with writings in publications almost everyone would agree are mainstream, like Poetry and The New Yorker and those on a list of those who have written a reasonably large amount of poetry criticism just about never in such publications–like I.  You could include the language poetry critics active before 1990, when language poetry became what I called “acadominant,” meaning widely accepted by academics as important, even by the many against–who showed they thought it important by campaigning against it.  It proved me right by being confirmed as the right edge of Wilshberia around 1900 with the acceptance of a language poet into the American academy of poets, and mainstream anthologies of language poetry. Something of the sort will eventually be done, but not for several decades, I suspect.

–Bob

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Entry 941 — Pronouncements and Blither, Part 3

Monday, December 3rd, 2012

An acadumbot had asserted that some poet his very commercially-oriented small press had published was one of the recent NEA grant winners. Countering a post of mine doubting that anyone doing otherstream work would have much chance of winning such a grant, he said her work was “experimental.” When I asked him to say why it was, he told me to use Google to find out.  After I snapped back at him about his being satisfied with empty assertions, I got into a more intelligent discussion with Jerry McGuire and Barry Spacks.  Barry started it off (yesterday) with a complaint:

“Not to rein on Ms. Mangold’s euphormium-moment (Mangold being the poet described as experimental by the acadumbot I mentioned), but it happens to summon my hobbyhorse, so I mount up again (we each have our own, Bob) — namely to cite poetry’s Gresham’s Law, that impossibly arbitrary stuff that’s passed off — God knows why — as the brave new thing drives out work of actual value such as Wilbur’s and Ashbery’s Great Experiments.  Proof? Proof lies in the fact that It’s just so unspeakably easy to mix up a word salad and sit back awaiting the prize.  I’d bet there’s not a single person on this list who couldn’t, in 3 minutes, run up a jump-cut piece at least as good (i.e. bad) as the me-me self-indulgencies that often pass for meriting attention in our perverse day.  Poor poetry — talk about The Art of Sinking!  Or, to put it in a more prize-winning way:

Three Minutes by Clock Driving the Ghost of A. Pope Nuts
man gold gal gold echestamy
warrants the B-cleft glockinspiel —
hath reverence then a zealand smirk
on the upper West side? or in excelsis?
‘Zads, Mary, taunt the tale in creatures, Joyce’s Christ!
Do not impale the rectuary, do not
o-noble me, sly shrubbery,
quontom-phantom heliovort!
I come to bury Ceasar, and in my day,
I maketh the sweats in thirds,
do offer up yon plangent potato
please, please relequate the nose factor
can’t somebody give an ahem?
(no time left, but that’s just because
Google went so slow on the spelling checks
and 3 minutes is really hardtack, Jeb).

“Send the check to the Belize address.

“with a song in my heart, Barry”

Jerry replied to this as follows:

“My teacher, Al Cook, in talking about Koch’s Wishes, Lies, and Dreams (it’s a book about teaching kids to write poetry, for those of you it missed), used to say that if you tell ten-year-olds often enough (rewarding them the while) that “My sister is a rubber moon” is something good for them, they’ll crank out that kind of line by the bushel. But Al never suggested that surrealism was therefore self-evidently bad. You can’t be saying, Barry (can you?) that what you’re calling “jump-cut” pieces can’t be any good because many of them are bad, right? That there’s no difference between Clark Coolidge’s bizarreries and your awkward little sprint? (Or did you have a slight twinge, there, when I called it “awkward”? Maybe some small part of you believes that the skills you’ve developed over the years must make  your effort actually worth a second look?)

“I mean, most of us can also crank out a dozen lines of rhymed verse (as John Ciardi pointed out years ago in distinguishing poetry from “poesy”). That doesn’t mean that rhyming or other dimensions of sound-play are a dead end, I think–just that it ordinarily takes years of practice (and don’t get me started on that hack, Rimbaud!) to synchronize the ear and brain to any technical resource: rhyme, enjambment, shape-on-the-page, syntactic disruption, font color, extra-linguistic symbol, multilingual portmanteaux, etc. Really, Barry, I can’t Belize you!”

Then I said, “Jerry, I think the difference between the anybodies writing crappy rhyming verse and the anybodies writing crappy jump-cut verse is that the former aren’t getting published and reviewed in the mainstream, and the latter are—along with the few jump-cut poets who sometimes write good poems (but also get away with pretty bad ones) like Ashbery. I wouldn’t call Coolidge’s stuff jump-cut, by the way, but don’t know his large ouevre well enough to say he doesn’t do it Your hobbyhorse is a secondary hobbyhorse of mine, Barry—some jump-cut stuff is terrific, and even conventional poems can profit by judicious use of the jump-cut, but there seem to be a great many poets just irresponsibly throwing words and asemic texts together with or without graphics and winning attention. Few consider my call for a poem’s having a unifying principle anything but a sort of fascism.

“I think the Mangold poem is reasonably unified, although not as unified as I’d prefer. But there are books full of what Barry calls word salads, published and reviewed by mainstreamers.”

Jerry: “Yeah, in fact, Bob, I’m not comfortable with the jump-cut terminology. It comes from film, where the continuity of one’s identification with the cinematically-constructed gaze (what the camera “sees,” usually through a perspective borrowed from an onscreen character) is suddenly disrupted in ways that violate ordinary perceptual expectations–we’re precipitated, outside ordinary spatial and/or temporal possibility, into another cinematically-constructed gaze. That’s quite a bit different, cognitively (though film critics like to talk about its operations as part of film’s grammar) from the variety of linguistic operations involved in

“Ashbery’s or Coolidge’s referential, syntactical, or identificatory continuities. (The ancients [as always] had a word for such stuff, by the way: anacoluthon, in which a sentence veers within itself from one grammatical structure to a different one.)

“As for your idea that legions of minor-league Ashbery’s are dominating poetry publication and prizes, I’d say two things: (1) I don’t believe it; I believe that most poetry published and rewarded with prizes is still more middle-diction than Ashberian, Coolidgean, or Rimbaudesque; and (2) to the extent (fairly limited, I think) that more such poetry is being published and rewarded, it’s a sign of a gesture towards a paradigm shift, as what seemed baffling and antipoetic thirty years ago accumulates acolytes until it edges first towards a kind of scruffy respectability and then downright normalcy. Maybe in 2167 everyone will be complaining that the stodgy old math poets are hogging the prizes.

“As for crappy this and crappy that, sour grapes.

“And a confession, of sorts: for about twenty years now I’ve been exploring (“experimenting with,” I’d say) stategies of disrupting diction, syntax, reference, phonology, etc. that, twenty-five years ago, I had only the barest awareness of, and that only slowly and grudgingly became part of my repertoire, and that, when I realized what I was doing, took shape in my work in ways that now seem crabbed, amateurish, and even embarrassing, but that, eventually, began to reveal to me dimensions of my language and experience that I don’t think I could have discovered in any other way–I want to emphasize the “me”s, “my”s, and “I”s in that clause–until I’m at last proud (probably over-proud) of a body of work that I produced under that impulse and that, finally, after scores of submissions, rejections, rewritings, and reorganizations, will be published in the spring. Even if you (or Barry, or anyone else) doesn’t like it (and I realize that that’s beside the point, and so should you), it’s very clear to me that I’ve wrestled with my own limitations, used certain technical resources to expand my capabilities, and been true to the impulse that got me into this stinking difficult art in the first place. So I’m saying that this casual dismissal of mechanical troping–what you’re calling “jump-cut poetry”–seems to me to miss the point entirely: that some people work very hard to get it right, even if some people don’t, or don’t seem to; and far from being easier to master just because it seems easier to approximate, the fact that anyone can scramble semantics or syntax in a casual way (and remember, anyone can put sentences together, too! that doesn’t mean it’s easy to write a novel) may make it _harder_ to see the value in trying to do that in ways that press towards the expression of hard-to-speak parts of our experience.”

Me, again: “Thanks for as-ever thoughtful comment, Jerry. I think you misread me a little, and I disagree with you about some things, but not up, right now, to a full response, just a few quick thoughts, but I hope to return for more.

“I’m uncomfortable with jump-cut terminology, too, but can’t think or or find better. I mean it specifically for poetry that jumps completely out of a train of a developing train of thought into a seemingly entirely different one, not what anacoluthon is a term for, in my understanding of it. It has nothing to do with linguistics but with narrative. Narrative in a wide sense that would include adventures of a concept, perhaps. This is not an area I’ve given what I would call proper scholar attention, just something I needed to know something about to get my taxonomy of poetry right. Anacoluthon seems something pertinent to language poetry, which I consider very different from what I call jump-cut poetry.

“I may have given the impression of speaking of “legions of minor-league Ashberys,” but I’m only speaking of a visible portion of Wilshberia that I’ve been noticing as a reviewer, and here at New-Poetry that’s becoming stronger and stronger. Certainly the ratio of  published&reviewed&rewarded Iowa plaintext poetry, which still dominates Wilshberia, to published&reviewed&rewarded Ashbery-influenced poetry is much lower than the ratio of the latter to what I call otherstream poetry.

“I reject the idea that I suffer from sour grapes: resentment is not the same as jealousy. I used “crappy” simply as a tag for “inferior,” and I believe almost everyone would agree that some inferior poetry is being published&reviewed&rewarded.

“Seems I’m making a semi-full response, after all, so will keep going. Aside from wishing you luck with your book (and saying I will definitely be looking forward to reading it), I only want to say that I, for one, am not guilty of ‘casual dismissal of mechanical troping—what (I’m) calling jump-cut poetry,’ for I consider it a highly important kind of poetry equal to visual poetry, and more important than Iowa plaintext poetry because that’s just a school, and subclass of free verse (or whatever my taxonomy calls it, which I can’t remember). I’m just expressing resentment of those using it (poorly, in my view) to fast-lane into prominence, because it is definitely the top intellectually fashionable kind of poetry now, however more popular among middle-brow poetry-lovers Iowa plaintext poetry remains.

“And now a small wail at my stronger and stronger realization, after observing how little I’ve said above, that I probably won’t ever put together the book I want to write to clarify all my thinking on the varieties of poetry.”

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Entry 834 — More of My Boilerplate at New-Poetry

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

On 8/15/2012 7:42 AM, bob grumman wrote:

Perhaps it’s wrong of me to be bothered by a mainstream critic’s being ignorant of or indifferent to the only significant thing I believe has happened in American poetry over the past century, the discovery and increasingly interesting use of (relatively) new techniques, but I am.

Sent: Wednesday, August 15, 2012 2:31 PM
Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Hass’ What Light Can Do: Essays on Art,Imagination and the Natural World
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Of course it’s not “wrong,” Bob–by all means, be bothered.
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I still don’t have time for you, Jerry, but I’m going to reply, anyway! (Feel honored.)
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Me, I’m inclined to write my own manifesto, “On Indifference” (let’s make it a book-length piece, On Indifference and Other Life-Affirming Virtues),

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An individual can’t avoid indifference about some things (like my indifference to the squabbles of the republicrats), but no field’s establishment (and every field has one) should be indifferent about something like visual poetry that a sizable number of people in its field think is important. It took me a long time to accept language poetry (genuine language poetry such as Clark Coolidge’s) as anything but nonsense (although not as long as it took me earlier to accept free verse—although I instantly accepted Cummings’s visual poetry very early when shown what it was doing), but I finally did, because so many people to me were enthusiastic about it. Not that I can accept every poet’s work that others find terrific, but I try to. I’m still working on Gertrude Stein’s.
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taking the position that there are always people eager to pursue possibilities at the margins (or borders, or frontiers–whatever suits one’s fantasies) of any ensemble of creative forms, while others make the best of their own engagement with the history of that ensemble (including its hidden history, perhaps),

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Some even do both! At the same time! You’d never know it from reading any of the books of criticism Finnegan tells us about.
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and that there’s nothing wrong with either exploration of one’s energies. It would be important to note, in such a screed, that there are huge loads of crap deposited both at the margins and in the center.

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Definitely.
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(If I did the book-length version, I’d certainly want to include a chapter [titled “One’s Ceiling is Another’s Floor”?] about how spatial descriptions of “ensembles” is a stupid way to go about describing the antics of artists. My bad.)

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Not sure what you mean by “ensembles.”
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And there, the manifesto’s done, and I, too, lack a contract to publish it.

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I suspect you’d have any easier time getting one (from a “real” publisher) than I would for any book of mine. I was just reading about Brad Thor, a thriller writer, who was sitting next to a woman on a plane with whom he got talking literature. Toward the end of the flight, he mentioned he was thinking about writing a novel. She told him she was a salesrepresentative of Simon and Schuster, and she’d like to read his manuscript when he was done with it. He did send it to her and it got published by Simon & Schuster, and now he’s making big bucks. I can just see you or me having a conversation with the sales rep. . . .
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Oh, and the book I spoke of hoping to write on the last hundred years or so of American poetry would not be a manifesto. The changes I want are very limited: only that the Poetry Establishment notice my kind of poetry—even if they trash it. And that a poet should do his best to master every kind of poetry he can during a lengthy apprenticeship; then focus on his favorite kind, but keep in touch with as many of the other kinds as he can. Too many “advanced” poets are as foolishly indifferent to traditional poetry, particularly formal verse, as traditional poets are to visual poetry and the like.
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I thought I had a third demand of the poetry world, but can’t think of it now.
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As to “the only significant thing” (and thank goodness for that “I believe,” Bob, which feels refreshingly humane and sensible), you’ve made it fairly broad, haven’t you, by describing it as “the discovery and increasingly interesting use of (relatively) new techniques”? So whatever else you could say about really good writing (of course, my “good” is up for grabs, as much as your “interesting”) that is (ostensibly) indifferent to marginal experimentation, you couldn’t claim it was “significant” in any, uh, significant way? Well, that’s a mouthful, whether you digest it or spit it out.

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You have me there, Jerry. But it’s as much a problem with the language as with me. I was bringing up my standard belief in the difference I find between “effective” poems and “important” poems. I need different words. My point is simply that even great poems as the one by Hass you mention may be do not significantly enlarge the field of poetry because they add nothing significantly new to it. They will add a new outlook and style, since every poet has a unique outlook and style, and perhaps new subject matter. But new subject just doesn’t seem significant to me. One painter is the first to depict some new species of butterfly, so what? Or a novelist is first to tell us what the life of an Australian aborigine juggler is like. Ditto.
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I think the best examples of what I mean are in classical music: I think a case could be made for the view that Brahms’s symphonies equal in effectiveness to Beethoven’s, but Beethoven’s were far more important than Brahms’s. I prefer Richard Straus’s Der Rosenkavalier to any of Wagner’s operas (I think) but Wagner’s operas are unquestionably more important in the way I’m speaking of than Straus’s. Wagner and Beethoven advance their art, Brahms and Straus did not, they “merely” contributed brilliantly to it.
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I’ll let you know when I have the right two words or phrases needed to distinguish the two kinds of artists.
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And by the way, just as Philip Levine might be best positioned in relation to his little fantasy about Lorca meeting Hart Crane in New York, Hass is most ilmpressive for me when I think of his work as positioned relative to his beautiful poem about Mandelstam and Vallejo, “Rusia en 1931.” (I can’t find it online–it’s in _Human Wishes_ [and, since I don’t own Human Wishes, somewhere else as well–sorry that I can’t track it down right now.]) It’s full of kinds of emotion most writers are too careful to allow into their poems (someone would make a snotty crack about it in any graduate workshop), making it emerge from a subtle drift among prose statement, deep image, and a kind of journalistic impulse. It positions itself between ardent political aspirations (Vallejo) and the brutal annihilation of a unique imagination by a related political ardency (Mandelstam). And it doesn’t reduce itself to any answer of convenience: it hangs you there, caught among its ideas and forms and characterizations. It’s not the idea, exactly, that makes it so fine, and certainly not its exploration of tonal qualities caught up in manipulations of formal dynamics: it’s the overall effect (and the decision) of that hanging. Here’s the key, for me: it’s not just wistful (Hass, like a great many 20th-century poets of much less skill, can be accused of slipping more wist into his poems than is quite decorous); it’s more a sign of desperation and outrage, hung out to bleed. So when I think of Levine, Crane, and Lorca, I think: it’s great that he wrote that poem about his betters. And when I think of Hass, Vallejo, and Mandelstam, I think: they constitute a very interesting set, made available by Hass’s insight and skill.
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l suspect he made use of haiku, too. But however effective you do a good job of showing he was, he wasn’t “significant” in my special sense.

best, Bob

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