Entry 358 — 3 Recent Internet Posts of Mine « POETICKS

Entry 358 — 3 Recent Internet Posts of Mine

Three recent posts mine to take care of this entry without doing any work, two to New-Poetry, one to Geof’s blog:

1, A Response to Crisman Cooley, who wrote:

Tipping my hand. I have a criticism, not original or uncommon, that poetry today is a page phenomenon– composed on the page, published on the page, read (silently) on the page, rarely becoming sound.  Poetic referents, maybe under influence of media, are primarily visual, leading sound images to clank and clatter behind.  Merwin says something similar here.   Though I don’t think Merwin himself embodies the solution.

If the words never stir the air, how can they emerge from anywhere in the body?  I’m fine with words stirring the air, but I think the proposition that they must do that to “emerge from . . . the body” a little narrow-minded.  To each his own.

I’ve been writing plays exclusively for the past 5 years and have been struck by how the play must be recomposed as soon as I hear the words out loud and see them acted out. The words need to be made physical for the physical space. And I begin to see that there is a big difference between mental words and physical words, mental writing and physical writing. If a poet does not have actors to speak the words, the next best thing is a video recording of reading the words. That is another way of making them physical. Reading them out loud to yourself doesn’t do it because the sound is conducted through bones in your head and doesn’t give an idea how the words sound to other people. So, if you don’t have access to other people reading (actors are best) you can use a device.

This is a kind of a first step toward a poetics of sound. More on that shortly.

I find my mental voice sufficient for appreciation of the verbal effects you’re speaking of. Sure, nice to hear other voices just as calligraphy is visually nice, but minor.  What most counts for me is the conceptual effect of words, multiplied by metaphor, but necessarily sensual as well since metaphors depend on sensual images of some kind.

To end this lesson as unpleasantly as possible, I will now reveal what needs to be understood for an intelligent discussion of the value of sound in poetry: that there are three levels of sound possible in poetry:

1. verbal sound, or the sound all words have when pronounced

2. enhanced verbal sound, or the sound some words can have when employed melodationally–that is, in rhyme, alliteration, and the like

3. averbal sound, or the sound metaphorically interacting with words to produce sound poetry (rather than accompanying it only, as music often does)

2. A Brief Addition

I try to pause at the ends of the lines of my linguexpressive poems but when nervous can at times forget to.  I think poems are generally read (but heard) much more than only heard, and that line-breaks and other kinds of flow-breaks will work on the page almost automatically.  I prefer my poems to be read, if read by people intelligent enough not to speed-read them.  But certainly reciting them will add something to them.  The best experience of a poem would be to read it, then hear it recited while reading it.  Unless you’ve got it memorized when hearing it.

3. To Geof, after he posted his latest definition of “visual poetry”: a photograph of a young man standing between the two rails of a railroad track:

Intellectual nihilism can be fun to play, I suppose, but I should think a game you can’t lose would eventually become boring.

Note: the book-title presented does not say film is visual poetry, it says film can have the effect of poetry.  Ask just about anyone, even a linguist, to give a definition of poetry, and he’ll say something along the lines of “emotionally-moving words,” not “an emotionally riveting film,” or “a beautiful woman.” The fact that any word can be used metaphorically does not mean no word can be used objectively to specify something.  “Cow” will always mean something that goes “moo” even though root beer with vanilla ice cream in it is called “a brown cow.”  And I’ll bet “cow,” by some spelling and pronounciation or other, has <i> always</i> meant an animal going “moo” just as “poetry,” by some spelling and pronounciation or other has always meant “words doing something more special in some way than prose can.”

Addition to No. 3.:

Geof gives “tone poem” as an example of a conventional use of the word, “poem,” for something that isn’t a poem to parallel his use of “visual poem” for something that isn’t a poem.  The parallel is poor, however, because “tone poem” indicates something extremely specific that everyone knows is not a poem whereas “visual poem,” as Geof uses it, confusingly indicates a huge range of vastly different things, many of which are not poems, but some of which are.  Moreover, it would be hard to find a good term to replace “tone poem,” but easy to replace “visual poem” where it stands for a non-poem by my “textual design,” or simply, “picture of textual matter.

One Response to “Entry 358 — 3 Recent Internet Posts of Mine”

  1. karl kempton says:

    if i may reproduce a post at http://mathematicalpoetry.blogspot.com/ dealing with some if these same issues as to defining a visual poem.

    I would like to respond to comments by JoAnn in a round about. In 2005, I wrote Visual Poetry: A Brief History of Ancestral Roots and Modern Traditions. The title is tongue in cheek being nearly 40 pages long with a substantial number of web links and a long bibliography. I wrote it because I found few visual poets seemed to be paying attention to all the various historical and prehistorical streams and rivers flowing into the illuminated language of visual poetics. It is available at:

    http://www.logolalia.com/
    minimalistconcretepoetry/archives/cat_kempton_karl.html

    Karl Young was among a small number of my draft readers. He and I discussed the definition of visual poetry. It was a long back and forth before agreeing upon our definition, “A visual poem may be defined simply as a poem composed or designed to be consciously seen.” This does include the gray area of written lexical poems with nontraditional line breaks such as Charles Olson’s poems and those influenced by his ground breaking essay, Projective Verse. This is lexical poetry with line breaks composed on the page as a breath score. The typewriter did change the appearance of lexical poetry on the page.

    For a larger context, perhaps Karl Young’s two important essays may be of use:

    NOTATION AND THE ART OF READING http://www.thing.net/~grist/ld/young/
    notation/notate.htm

    THE ROMAN ALPHABET
    IN ITS ORIGINAL CONTEXTS

    http://www.thing.net/~grist/ld/TextBackHome/Roman.htm

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Entry 413 — Another Holiday « POETICKS

Entry 413 — Another Holiday

I’ll be out of town for the next couple of days, and recovering from the trip the third, so probably won’t post here again until 4 April.  I’ll be visiting with Marton Koppany and Clark Lunberry.  Should be fun.

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Entry 1690 — A Short Nullentry

Monday, January 12th, 2015

That’s NUHL ehn tree.  Or should I call it an “emtry?”  I think I did once before.  In any case, this entry will not have much in it because it’s a day I have a two-hour errand in the morning and a two-hour errand in the afternoon breaking it up.  That I’m always lazy keeps me from working around it.  Oh, well, I did get workdone yesterday: 4 reviews for Small Press Review.

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I liike the internck because so many pipulls making wordz on it iz way stupidoor then me. that Makes me wonder why smart in the head pippls don’t never post? Iz they consealing off ther akshul stoopiness?

I like my way bedder: preetening to be stoot in the head no madder how stewpit I says ideas pippls will think I’m kiddung.

ime Nough gonna bekum famis beyon count by writing novel the second word of every sentence is capitalized instedda the first.  i  Wunner if anyone dun that afore.

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KNOWLECULAR TERMINOLOGY UPDATE: I’m keeping “consciation” as my word for “content of consciousness,” but dropping all related words and using adjectives indicating awarenesses with “consciation” to indicate the different kinds of consciation there are, for instance, “matheceptual consciation” for what I temporarily was calling, “mathsciation,” or something like that, and now it’s “scienceptuality-free consciation” for “superstisciation.”
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Entry 1249 — Another Rough Day

Friday, October 25th, 2013

My luck, especially concerning my house, continues t be bad.  This morning I couldn’t get on the Internet.  It turned out it was because one of my house’s electrical circuits had burned out, or something, the one the DSL cable box  (or whatever it is) was plugged int o.  Then for a while I thought my electricity was completely gone.  That’s because in fooling with my circuit breakers, I’d flipped off the main one and forgot to flip it back on.  Hours ago I called an electrician but haven’t yet heard back from him.  Meanwhile, I’ve switched all the plugs that were in what seems to be the one bad circuit to working ones so am back to normal, but frazzled, and with something wrong with my electricity.  Just a bad wall socket (or whatever it is)?

I’m also worried about my Scientific American blog.  I emailed the guy who will now be posting it Wednesday but not heard back.  I don’t want to pester him so will wait another few days before trying again to get hold of him.  I just want to be sure my blog hasn’t been dropped.  I continually fear it will be.  I don’t think anyone who wasn’t a friend or at least an acquaintance has yet praised it.

In other words, I’ve been knocked again into my null zone.  Hence, another nothing blog entry.

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Entry 1214 — A Passing Political Thought

Sunday, September 15th, 2013

I wonder when I’ll remember to save everything I type at this wretched blog before typing more than fifty words.  I just finished typing a hundred or so–they were not important, but a struggle to get down, and the entry was almost done, when I hit a wrong key an deleted everything except part of a word.  This happens to me two or three times a month.  I have no idea what causes it.  TIME TO SAVE!!

My passing political thought, which was an old, unoriginal one I was posting only because I had nothing else to post, was an observation about Americans’ attitude toward slavery.  I guessed that 90% of them believed the government should run every aspect of every American’s life–except theirs.  I opined that most Americans didn’t think of themselves as enslaved to the degree that they are because almost all of the things they are forced to do they would do without being forced, and almost none of the things they are prevented from doing, they would never have any inclination of doing.

By the time I’d written my thought, I’d come up with a few other very minor things to increase my word-count with.  One was that Seth Abramson never took me up on my invitation to participate in a dialogue with him, or even have the politeness to let me know he wouldn’t.  So I will never learn he means by his term, “metamodernist poetry.”  I suspect he realized how emptily bogus–and definable–it was.  My real regret, though, is that I won’t make his list of One Thousand Important Poetry People on the Internet or whatever his next inane list is, when it comes out.

Okay, three paragraphs, three saves.

I also said something about things on the homefront: that I’ve been feeling more and more to be a non-participant in the world, or–at any rate–the cultural world, but am close to finishing my latest guest blog for Scientific American. Somehow I’ve managed to get one done every four weeks for fifteen months.  I feel I’ve made a number of near-approaches to Important Understandings along the way, too.  Not that it’s helped me any in the Big World that I know of. . . .

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Enter 1185 — Not Deep in the Null Zone, But in It

Saturday, August 17th, 2013

I was going to begin a possibly worthwhile discussion with Seth Abramson here today but haven’t the zip to start it, only enough to announce my latest coinage, “propremacism.”  it’s pronounced prah PREH muh SIHZ um.  Definition: the belief that personal property rights should be considered above all other political rights.  By “property,” I mean all of a person’s material possessions, which would include his body.  A person’s private property should be inviolable–except when he has used it against some other innocent person or persons’ private property, or threatens seriously to do so.  Simplistic ?  Unoriginal?  Who cares?

Gee, I have a bit of zip left over–enough to re-announce a very old belief of mine (but perhaps expressing it in a new, possibly not totally boring way): there are three kinds of people where political will is concerned: those who have what could be called political free will because their political acts and ideas are based on their constantly evolving understanding of the world; those who lack political free will because their political acts and beliefs are socially determined; and those who lack political free will because their political acts and beliefs are determined by the conditioning they received growing up.  Free-wenders, Milyoops and Rigidniks, according to my psychology.  Those who are autonomous, other-directed and inner-directed according to David Riesman.

Yes, human beings are varied,  each of us a mixture of the three temperament-types above, and the majority a ridiculously complex clutter of competing wills.  Still, each of us is usually a good deal more one temperament than the other two.

Last thought of the day: the sad fact that almost all political pundits have an ideal political state in mind that they think (usual benignly) everyone should live in.  Do we ever hear one suggest, for instance, that maybe it’d be good to let Texas be significantly the opposite of Massachusetts?  Note, Gore Vidal is no hero of mine, but he had this idea before I did, I’m pretty sure.  I don’t believe I got it from him–but don’t mind if I did.  Being self-determined is not being superior to the influence of others but in being able to choose one’s influences.

My zip may be growing (as even the dimmest psychologists know, nothing is better at getting one out of a low than simple activity), but I’ll spare you more of my thoughts . . . for now.

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Entry 1098 — Offs & Ons Still

Monday, May 20th, 2013

Tough day.  Got knocked off the Internet again early last evening.  Got no help at Staples, where I’d bought it, when I took my laptop to their service people.  The usual problem: it’s dial-up, so basically obsolete.  I played around with my other computer, though, and finally, somehow, got it working.  I think what made my Windows Live Mail allow me to get and send e.mail again was that I made my Windows Explored my defaulte Internet browser!

I got some work done on my next Scientific American blog entry that seemed pretty good to me.  I had more fun with footnotes.  There’s a slight chance that tomorrow I’ll manage my first more than C- blog entry.  I’ll be happy if I’m merely able to post some entry.

Oh, one other bit of news: I filled out a questionnaire for book reviews the National Book Critics’ Circle, of which I’m a member, sent me.  It was concerned with reviewing ethics.  I said concern with reviewing ethics is moronic: it’s up to the reader to be able to tell the difference between unsupported assertions whether favorable or unfavorable from words worth attending.  I also said review editors should not refuse to assign reviews of self-published books and the like.  I then commented that they should refuse to assign reviews of commercially or academically published books.  Or books that had won NBCC awards!  I lied, then, though, for I added that I was just kidding–but to completely.  I think I may be the only otherstream critic in the organization.  Richard Kostelanetz got me in over twenty years ago.  They’re good people, just not in the same world I’m in.

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Latest Report

Friday, May 17th, 2013

My connection to the Internet has stayed good for more than 2 days now.   I’ve been getting and sending e.mail all right, too.  So things may be okay.

I’m finally getting a little writing done, but so far not for my blog.  I’m not sure when I’ll get back to it.  (This ain’t back to it.)  Just don’t have no blog thawts . . .

I expect they’ll start coming again.  I hope so.

Best to all, Bob

Entry 1090 — MayDay

Wednesday, May 1st, 2013

Pun intended, I’m going down fast, and there’s not much hope.  My e.mail problems are killing me, and I’m having Internet troubles, too.  The only good news I have to report is that I sent my Scientific American editor my latest guest blog entry, and it’s a pretty good one, I think–except that I have too many boring instructional asides in it–about how to compose poems.  Anyway, even with pain-pill opium in me, I’m feeling too low to manage anything  but what I’ve so far written for this entry.  Maybe tomorrow will be better but I wouldn’t bet on it.

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Entry 1089 — A Trivial Little IQ Test

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

I just have the following question for you today: what do the following pairs of words have in common:

ZONE/NONE

dare/bare

WILL/MILL

you/yon

It is not that each of the two words in a pair share three letters.

Yeah, once again I have too much to do (that I’m probably too lazy to do) to post much of an entry.  Sorry.

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Entry 1041 — Pretty Calligraphy & Moping

Wednesday, March 13th, 2013

First, to keep this entry from being entirely worthless, two specimens of 17th Century German calligraphy from The Public Domain Review:

 

AlteDeutscheA

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SchreibartText

 

And now some of my boilerplate moping.  It will be short.  My brainsludge is too deep for anything extensive.  Subject: too many people in the world.  Observation: we now visit whole civilizations the size of one of our present cities because they stood out from the few other civilizations at the time and of all the years before them, and we visit Shakespeare’s birthplace because he stood out from the other men at the time and of all the years before.  How can any of us stand out from the billions surrounding us.  And why should one not want to make an impression on existence–wherever it’s going?

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Entry 867 — Another Throw-Away Entry

Thursday, September 20th, 2012

Someone at New-Poetry started a discussion about what poet one has not read that one would like to read (and–I inferred–feels guilty about not yet having done so).  My answer, “I’m not too concerned about poets I haven’t gotten as involved in as I should have (and there are more than a few), but schools of poetry I haven’t, such as the language poets.”  Needless to say, I was the only one not simply naming some conventional poet or other.  The problem with a lot of poets–as my main chunk of boilerplate has it–that they feel they know the entire poetic terrain, just not all its inhabitants, when they know maybe thirteen percent of it (although that’s where most contemporary poets are).

That’s all, ’cause I’ve had a busy day that included a visit to a doctor, this one my kidney specialist (yow, do I have specialists!).  Just a routine visit  to see how my kidneys are holding up after my recent kidney stone.  Okay.  My other excuse is that for some reason I only got a few hours of sleep last night.
 
One bit of good news: it looks like my blog at the Scientific American website will continue.  I sent my editor my third entry and let him know I’d like to keep going if it was all right with him.  It was.
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Entry 412 — Commercial Activity of Sorts

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

Just a small announcement: if you go here, you’ll find my new agent’s author’s box for my Shakespeare and the Rigidiks. Whitt Brantley is my agent’s name.  I had a nice conversation with him on the phone yesterday.  Seems energetic and intelligent–and a nice guy.  He’s hoping to sound out some publishers soon about doing something with my book.  Fingers crossed but I’m afraid I don’t expect much.  Which isn’t a vote of non-confidence in Whitt but in the world.

Entry 437 — Another New-Poetry Post of Mine « POETICKS

Entry 437 — Another New-Poetry Post of Mine

As my day began and through most of it, I was my usual sleepy self.  Had a busy doctor-day, too.  But I took a couple of APCs three hours or so ago for a headache, and feel quite good.  I’m not up to writing a really good entry here, but wrote a pretty funny e.mail to New-Poetry an hour or so after taking the APCs and think it’ll work reasonably well for today’s entry.  Here it is as written except that I deleted one word that I’d replaced with a second word but forgot to take out:

>>  On 5/4/2011 2:35 PM, Halvard Johnson wrote:

>> Truth-seeking and mindless nihilism are false alternatives, Bob.

>> See what I mean?

Get me in a formal debate, Hal, and I’ll plead guilty to any false dichotomies I commit.  This one is what I’d call a colloquial one, or maybe an ellipsis–meaning, “truth seeking and sufficient mindless nihilism to prevent truth from being found,” to a verosopher but not to one trying to win an argument.  It’s like the statement, “a person is either black or white.”  Everyone knows what it means although everyone is also aware that in a small minority of cases it’ll be very hard to decide which a person is.  “A person is either black or white” really means “A person either has dark enough skin to be considered by most people to be black or he doesn’t, in which case he is deemed to be white.”  Everyone is also aware that “everyone” really means “almost everyone” and that “black” and “white” don’t mean “black” and “white.”

I just realized that what I’ve been writing, slightly changed, would make a good Arthur Vogelsang poem.  What a name he has for a poet!  If I have the German right.  I would be amazed if he is not a favorite of yours, Hal.  I was unfamiliar with his work until I got a copy of his Expedition to review for Small Press Review. Very funny.  He would take what I said and change the order, and add non sequiturs.  Into it surrealize a smoking chimney some woman leans against with her tenses awry and nothing to do with Santa Claus except eye-color, although the latter has to do with chimneys (Santa Clause, not eye-color), if not compulsively since what’s once every 365 or 366 nights a year?  Am I what I am because I’m trying to desatirize his work or is he what he is because he is satirizing my verosophy.  Which he would agree would be simple to do although he doesn’t know me any more than he knows Santa Claus.  Who has nothing to do with sentence structure.  Which is nonetheless considered important in some circles.  By everyone, which is not to say “everyone.”  In most circles.  Repetition is important.

Back to Me:

It’s simple.  I asked Anny whose side Freddy would be on, mine or Amy’s.  The extremely strong implication of that is that Freddy could be expected to be on one side or the other–if we ignore, as we do colloquially (see my preceding paragraph), the possibility that he will be neutral, and my Freddy would never be neutral.  Hence, your saying Freddy Laker was the Freddy I meant indicates that you thought Freddy Laker could be expected to be on one side or the other.  But you won’t say what it was about him that would cause him to side with either Amy or me.

Sure, you could be having fun with the idea of Freddy Laker’s being on Amy’s side because they are both high fliers, or deliver the goods, etc.  Or a knight would be on the side of a King.  But I think that after you realized where I was (seeking a truth, remember, although a small one), you would out of considerateness have told me that you were a lot less than as serious about your Freddy as I about mine.  True, I was using my Freddy in an attempt at a joke, but a joke in which what my Freddy was, had to be taken seriously for it to work.

Right, I’m going on and on.  I am crazy, for I really think there are some out there who will enjoy reading this as much as I’m enjoying writing it (due primarily to the two APC’s I took a while ago for a headache, no doubt).  But I’m also writing for myself.  I’m going to use this as my blog entry for today.  I thought for a moment I’d spare New-Poetry participants from having to see it, and just provide a link to my blog here.  Then I thought, why?  All someone this offends need do to get me to stop making such posts is to go public with a legitimate case against its value.  That means more than denouncing it and/or monster-me.  Defeated by a rational case, I would retire from the field.  I would hope.  Dumped on for being out of tune with Proper Understanding of What’s Right, I fear, won’t have much of an effect on me.

Since few here will take the time for that, maybe Finnegan can add a like and a don’t like button to every post–or be even more insipid and just add a like button as Facebook does.

Why is “egocentricity” a good word and “anthrocentricity” comically stupid a word?

Whee.

–Bob

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Entry 117 — Another Vacation « POETICKS

Entry 117 — Another Vacation

I don’t know how long this one will last–I need to go out of state to help out with one of my brothers, who is sick (as is his wife).  Will be very busy–and probably not have access to a computer.

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Entry 1090 — MayDay « POETICKS

Entry 1090 — MayDay

Pun intended, I’m going down fast, and there’s not much hope.  My e.mail problems are killing me, and I’m having Internet troubles, too.  The only good news I have to report is that I sent my Scientific American editor my latest guest blog entry, and it’s a pretty good one, I think–except that I have too many boring instructional asides in it–about how to compose poems.  Anyway, even with pain-pill opium in me, I’m feeling too low to manage anything  but what I’ve so far written for this entry.  Maybe tomorrow will be better but I wouldn’t bet on it.

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Entry 1089 — A Trivial Little IQ Test « POETICKS

Entry 1089 — A Trivial Little IQ Test

I just have the following question for you today: what do the following pairs of words have in common:

ZONE/NONE

dare/bare

WILL/MILL

you/yon

It is not that each of the two words in a pair share three letters.

Yeah, once again I have too much to do (that I’m probably too lazy to do) to post much of an entry.  Sorry.

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2 Responses to “Entry 1089 — A Trivial Little IQ Test”

  1. karl kempton says:

    flips

  2. Bob Grumman says:

    Good grief, Karl, if YOU didn’t get it instantly, I’d wonder if I didn’t understand it. I should have barred you and Andrew Russ from responding to it. All visual poets who use words in their work, actually.

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Entry 506 — Random Comments « POETICKS

Entry 506 — Random Comments

A few trivial recent comments of mine just to let the curious know I’m still alive.  It looks, though, like I won’t be posting much for a while, for I’ll be out of town each of the next two week-ends.

Back to Wilshberia

Here’s another definition of “Wilshberia.”  I think it probably the most accurate one.  All the kinds of poetry between the formal verse of Wilbur and what I consider the jump-cut poetry of Ashbery taught by more than a few English professors.  So you’d have to survey English departments to pin it down, which I now believe is why I haven’t been able to define it perfectly.  That and the fact that I use it without much thought–in threads where no one else is using much thought.  A really good brief but not perfect definition would be simply the kinds of poetry William Logan discusses in the New Criterion.

Williphobia

Next, something from the essay on Williphobia (psychotic hatred os Shakespeare of Stratford) I’ve been trying to get done (deleted because outside the scope of the essay, but here because I don’t want to forget it):  I hypothesize that mature knowleplexes, healthy or flawed, do not come into being until puberty.  Before that a person’s charactation, or normal level of mental energy, is not high enough to discriminate to any extent among knowlecules (bits of data) arriving, haphazardly organized, accompanied sometimes with contradictions not recognized or dealt with when recognized.  That is, everyone tends to be a Milyoop before puberty–excessively, uncritically, open to the environment.   Children can and do form knowleplexes (full-scale understandings of various unified subjects), but they will be limited to daily (pre-sexual) life, and consist, understandably, mainly of early, simple knowlecules.   No child will form a rigidniplex (near-insanely clung-to irrational understanding) except a rare, highly screwed-up one (such as an autistic child).   Children’s main intellectual flaw is generally ignorance, not irrationality–they haven’t the charactration to be seriously irrational.  (Although they are prey to enthusiplexes.)

A Visit to an Establishment Website

Now from Contemporary Poetry Review, followed by my responses to it, followed by my second thought about my response:

Five Lessons from AWP: Or, Why We Hate Poetry Readings

1)      You should recite your poetry, not read it.

2)      If you can’t recite your poetry, then you can’t remember your poetry. And if you can’t remember your poetry, why would anyone else?

3)      A poetry recital should be a performance.  Most poets read their poems in front of an audience as if they were lecturing to a group of college students. This betrays two illusions. The first is that the poetry audience is the same as a classroom of captives. The second is that the audience must indulge the poet, rather than the poet showing sufficient respect for the audience to entertain it.

4)      A poem should be recited to an audience before it is ever published. This should be a part of the poet’s method of composition and revision. Our modern practice is exactly the reverse: to publish a book of poems and then read them aloud, generally for the first time, to an audience. Is it any wonder that so many poets are so dreadful?

5)      Never be boring. (Many poets are boring – their poetry too.)

Response #1

1. Only a grind remembers poems in any detail.  A lover of poetry’s only important concern is remembering who wrote each good one he encounters, and perhaps enough besides that to help him find it later.

2. If one can sufficiently understand a recited poem one has never encountered before fully to appreciate it,it’s unlikely to be very good.

3. Don’t be boring?  What a revolutionary idea!  Up there with don’t be stupid.

Response #2

Okay, said my smarter self, one good way to appreciate a poem IS to take in its spoken surface so well you can remember it (assuming, as too many do, that all poems are words only). But there are a lot of just-as-good other ways of appreciating a poem, without remembering hardly nothin’ about it.

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