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Entry 1471 — From an Internet Poetry Discussion

Sunday, June 1st, 2014

Another quickie today–to give me more time on my essay on Beauty, which is starting to come around!

I tend to see Poetrys finally getting around to accepting forms of visual poetry because, now that it has been a seriously-pursued variety of poetry for a hundred years in this country, they more or less have to.  So some of them have actually given it thoughtful examination–and found to their surprise that they like a portion of it.  The portion they like, will–it goes without saying, but I’ll say it, anyway–only be, in most cases, a notch above big and little but with time, and the help of young academics more able to appreciate it, they’ll come to appreciate it the way they now appreciate Pound and Joyce.  By then, of course, people like us will be doing who-knowz-wot, and grumbling at the gate-keepers.

I’m in the final analysis an optimist, but it does seem to me that the Establishment now rates the American poetry of the first half of the twentieth-century fairly accurately, albeit still not giving Cummings his due, but writing about all the poets of the time worth writing about, unless there are a few as concealed as Emily was that they’ve overlooked.

With that, I may have said all I have to say on this most interesting topic.

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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 802 — Intelligence, Biology and the Establishment

Tuesday, July 17th, 2012

Every time I write about the way biology works against a society’s best minds, do it differently.  But I keep trying to get it right.  My latest thinking posits three kinds of intelligence, Vocational Effectiveness Intelligence, Vocational Magnitude Intelligence and Creative Intelligence, all of them genetically-determined.  These are all general intelligences.  Vocational Effectiveness is approximately what IQ tests measure: the capacity to solve common problems quickly and well.  Vocational Magnitude Intelligence might be a synonym for ambition.  The higher one’s VMQ is, the larger the contribution to your culture you will try to make.  A Ninth Symphony for a composer, say, rather than a sitcom’s theme.  As for Creative Intelligence, it’s just what its name indicates, one’s ability to be innovative.    Note that I don’t say “effectively” creative.  One needs good Vocational Effectiveness Intelligence to be that.  Add good Vocational Magnitude Intelligence to those two and you get Beethoven’s symphonies and Wagner’s operas. Subtract Vocational Magnitude from it and you may get Richard Rodgers’ musicals.  A person whose VMQ and VEQ are both high, but whose CQ is average or lower, will be someone like most US presidents, or most Forbes 500 CEOs–efficient at doing what others have done before them.

To a good extent the double-high-VQs, as I call them, run most establishments, including the Contemporary Poetry Establishment, fighting for the double-high-VQs in the field with high enough CQs to be superior poets, but not high enough CQs to be otherstream poets. A few poets high in both CQ and VEQ but low in VMQ may break into certification, but only the triple-High-Qs in poetry most clever at concealing genius, or most incredibly lucky, will–less than a century after their births.

Biology is the reason for this.  Societies need double-High-VQs to fare well–by forming establishments that oversee the repetition at their most complex of those behaviors that have brought their society to where it is, and defending them.  High-VEQs and VMQs make up the establishments lower ranks.   High-CQs are valuable for enlivening things–providing slightly unconventional interior decoration for the standard architecture that result from the double-high-VQs’ leadership. Triple-Qs are  guarded against because if allowed, they could very well cause damage in one or more of the following ways–(1) propel their society too far in some significant field that not enough others could keep up with them well enough to exploit the resulting advances, so the field would be reduced to chaos, which would harmfully jar related fields and possible spread worrisomely far through a society’s entire culture; (2) simply burden many fields with more new knowledge than anyone can handle–including the triple-High-Qs themselves (each of whom could handle  his own field’s otherstream but not ten other fields’ otherstreams); (3) successful triple-High-Qs happening to have opposite world-views could lead to the most damaging of possible wars; (4) the advances wrought by triple-High-Qs might use up too many resources too quickly; (5) the success of even one triple-high-Q in a field would make the leaders of that field’s Establishment feel tenth-rate by comparison (inappropriately, because–ultimately–a society needs them as much as it needs its triple-High-Qs); (6) if Triple-High-Qs were rewarded on the basis of their achievements, they would flourish and tend to have more children than they do now, which would greatly increase the harm they did.

As should be obvious, I’m mostly just throwing together arguments against allowing Triple-High-Qs to become rich and famous.  I hope that my main point is nonetheless clear: A society’s second-best must defend it from its best . . . for enough time for the society to get where the best have gotten two or three generations before (which really isn’t that far, although it will seem so to those struggling merely to keep up with the society’s natural slow advance, and all healthy societies will advance, in spite of their Establishments).  Ways will  be found to keep the Triple-High-Qs from suicide (most of the time) becauwse while their discoveries and inventions must be defended against, the defense must eventually fail for the society involved to avoid stagnation and death.

first draft warning, first draft-warning, first-draft warning

I felt like I was writing mush at times while working on the above, but I didn’t slow down, wanting to get as many of my thoughts in as possible; I ad hocced many terms, like the various Qs, as needed.  I think what I’ve written is interesting but when greatly improved, and fit into my over-all view of cultural history and/or the psychology of cultural achievement or whatever, may well bother more than one Establishment enough for them to send a primary jeerer to attack it. I’m too beat now to start fixing it, or even to look at it.

Urp.

Note: it’s quite possible that biology forces even Triple-High-Qs to try to defend their society against them.

Oh, one last thing: the CQ depends (entirely) on accommodance, the cerebral mechanism I’ve mentioned here before; the VEQ has (most) to do with accelerance, another of my hypothetical brain mechanisms; VMQ depends (most) on charactration, or the cerebrum’s basal metabolism, the third mechanism of general intelligence I have posited for many years.  These all have to do with the body’s use of energy, so should be no more implausible than the body’s (mostly glandular) mechanisms’ role in physical activity.

Personal, possibly related, note: my attempt to get a museum interested in my mathematical poetry work seems to have failed to get even a thank you, not interested, letter; my earlier attempt to involve Charles Murray in a correspondence the kind of thing I write about above seems to have failed, too–no response; but I wrote him in care of The New Criterion, so some cretin there may have thought it not important enough to pass on to Murray, or may have simply lost it as things get lost in busy companies.  Let’s see, I also have a letter-to-the-editor of Free Inquiry I haven’t heard back about; it still could appear in the next issue, not yet out, though–or the one after it.  I do sympathize with the kind of people I send such material to, for cranks can be a nuisance and they can’t know for sure that if I’m a crank, I’m not the kind who makes a nuisance of himself.  I give up quickly.  I think my final attempt to be accepted through the servants’ entrance to an Establishment is a summary of my theory of general intelligence that I made as an Internet comment to a peer-review-level text at a Scientific American site that I haven’t had the gumption to put into final form and post.  So it goes.  But the activities of The Argotist against the poetry establishment in which I’ve become a main participant seem to be having some small effect. . . .

One last note: I’m involved, as I almost always am, in a round of the Computer strategy game, Civilization.  It’s not the undumbest pastime I can think of, but it should certainly seem less important to me than my psychological theorizing or my poetry.  I can’t swear it doesn’t, though.

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Entry 799 — The Contemporary American Poetry Establishment

Saturday, July 14th, 2012

This is the latest version of my definition of the contemporary American poetry establishment (the only arts establishment I feel qualified to define):

The Contemporary American Poetry 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–and, of course, the involvement of many members of even Ivy League English departments in the establishment is too slight for them to contribute anything more to it than applause for its decisions.  Add to this (2) the staffs of all trade, university or small presses publishing poetry collections in editions of a thousand or more, and the staffs of all periodicals with a circulation of a thousand or more that publish poetry and/or commentary on poetry.  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 institutions such as the American Academy of Poets, and (5) whoever it is at significant grants- and awards-bestowing formal 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: (2) through (5)  together act in unison (instinctively, I believe, when not consciously copying each other’s choices as much as possible) to favor the status quo over what I call “the Otherstream” and (1) simply follows their lead.   (I’d be surprised if I haven’t overlooked any other members of this establishment, so would welcome additions to my list.)

I’m eager for feedback, negative or positive–as a comment to this entry or to me privately at [email protected].

My next, much more difficult definition, will be of who most counts in the establishment just defined.  I have no inside knowledge or and have done little real research of the matter, but my impression is that it’s possible that only a few of the “major” critics truly count: the academics in the most prestigious universities who are also are best-known and acclaimed critics.  My guess is that the establishment has an inner establishment with Vendler, Bloom and a few others at the top, and their acolytes acting like executive secretaries for them–or like the young lawyers who assist supreme court justices–with acolytes of the acolytes the link to promising new mainstream poets.

Having written what I just have, I perceive I have no more to say on the subject.

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Entry 676 — A Reaction to a Post to New-Poetry

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

 

Stephen Russell had some interesting posts concerning thoughts of Donald Hall at New-Poetry yesterday, one of which included the following “defining sentence of Hall’s”:
 
Although in theory workshops serve a useful purpose in gathering young artists together, workshop practices enforce the McPoem.
 
Stephen also quoted Hall speaking of a poetry workshop assignment as follows: “Write a poem without adjectives, or without prepositions, or without content” These formulas, everyone says, are a whole lot of fun. They also reduce poetry to a parlor game; they trivialize and make safe-seeming the real terrors of real art.
 
My response:
 
College workshops or the equivalent in all subjects gather together young apprentices in their subjects and teach what the conventional understanding at the time of the subject.  A poetry workshop will enforce the McPoem only on those without the natural aptitude to do other kinds of poems.  Amusingly, while Hall’s poems may not be “McPoems,” they most certainly are Wilshberian.  Most workshops, like most anything, will be less than super-effective, but most will be okay. 
 
I think asking poets, journeymen as well as apprentices, to write poems without adjectives or—better—without either verbs or nouns, is a great idea.  (I wouldn’t know how to write a poem without conetent; no doubt Hall was making a little joke.)  Basically such “games” are the main value of the genuine language poem, one of the very few significant alternatives we have to the McPoem.   Another, of course, is adding non-verbal elements to poems.  If composing poetry isn’t a game for you (however serious a one), I would wonder why you’re bothering with it.
 
It just now struck me that a big problem with the whole idea of teaching poetry is that you will end, as in the teaching of just about any subject, with many mediocre journeymen who will never significantly improve, or stray from what the status quo is in their field.  This is a problem in poetry that it is not in other fields because there’s no real place in society for mediocre poets other than in teaching (or maybe at Hallmark).  In engineering, for instance, there’s a strong demand for mediocre engineers—engineers, that is, who can carry out engineering tasks conventionally but soundly.  Many mediocre composers can be used in orchestras and bands.  There are many openings, too, for good but uninspired representational visual artists. 
 
Seems to me that all that is most wrong with college poetry programs could be taken care of with one widely-circulated decent college anthology of poetry—that included decent criticism of poetry.  I won’t define what I think would be a decent anthology because I know how annoying that would be.  I will say it would contain a fair amount of Wilshberian poems—and McPoems.
 
Stephen replied: “True, it’s a wonderful game. But Hall’s spin was interesting. This essay should be included in his greatest hits.
 
Me: “Yeah.  I give him points for being instrumental in getting that discussion (and a few other good ones) going—although, sure, like everything else, poor versions of it have been repeated ad nauseam.  Hey, how’s this for my motto for Teaching an Introductory Course in Poetry: Expose your students to as wide a range of poetry as you can, with passion for your favorites, and against the ones you like least.
 
“I think the best way to capture students for poetry is to express passion in favor of those poems you love; the second-best way is to express passion against those poems you hate.  A certain percentage of your best students will automatically dive into the latter—those biologically incapable of not reacting against authority.  Oddly, I genuinely can’t think of a kind of poetry I hate, but could find quite I few individual poems I don’t like at all.  The expression of pssionate confusion would be good to—as in ‘What in the world is Gertrude trying to say or do here?’”
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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 444 — My Latest Pop-Off

Friday, May 20th, 2011

In case the morons at Poetry don’t post my pop-off, and they haven’t yet, here is approximately what I said (unfortunately, I failed to keep a copy):

Why should anyone care what one third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of poetry that has been acadominant for over twenty years now (although only recently noticed by Poetry Magazine), so-called “language poetry” (which is just collections of non sequiturs with none of the significant focus on the aesthetic uses of grammar that real language poetry has) compared with what another third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of the kinds of poetry established long before that when there’s innovative poetry extant to explore far from the tired interests of such critics–and Poetry Magazine.

Hmmm, I think I improved it.  I definitely made it nastier, out of annoyance for Poetry’s not posting it.  I now think it would have been interesting to have added a challenge to Poetry and its readers to visit my infraverbal mathematical poems at Tip of the Knife or my mathematical poems at the Otherstream Unlimited Blog and tell me why they, and poems like them, don’t deserve recognition.  My poems rather than anyone else’s because I feel I can argue more knowledgeably for them against the Philistines than I can for any others.  But also because of my growing egocentric need to yowl for me!

Later note: my comment was posted.  It was followed by a comment consisting almost entirely of a quotation of Adorno which seemed to me nothing but meaningless subjective gush.

 

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
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.              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.
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.                                                           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.

 

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Entry 595 — Another Review of Poetry Magazine

Friday, December 16th, 2011

The following is another apparently unpublished review of Poetry I did for Small Press Review, this one earlier than the one I posted yesterday.

Poetry
Volume CXCVII, Number 5, February 2011. 90 pp.
Edited by Christian Wiman
published monthly except bimonthly July/August
444 n. Michigan Avenue, Ste 1850
Chicago IL 60611. $3.75, $35/year.

Critic David Orr has a review in this issue of Poetry that typifies what makes it, in my view, the largest obstacle facing superior American poets.  It is the belief that poetry “has been all but entirely absorbed by institutions of higher education,” as he quotes Mark McGurl as having put it. Only someone oblivious to all the poetry happening outside academia, most notably, visual poetry, language poetry, sound poetry, cyber poetry and mathematical poetry, can believe this.

True, Poetry once let a few so-so specimens of visual poems into an issue and some language poems into another.  But these were token gestures.  The proof of the pudding is that it has never devoted space to articles about either.  Of course, it will fairly soon give language poetry more pages now that many of the chief language poets have become established–chiefly by virtue of being professors.

What’s depressing about this is that Poetry is wealthy, influential, often-appearing and claims to want to represent the full continuum of contemporary poetry, so could do so much to help the impoverished R&D department of the poetry enterprise.

As for what poetry is in this issue, suffice it to say that Carolyn Forche is one of the two poets named on the front cover as a contributor.

Diary Entry

Thursday, 15 December 2011, 7 P.M.  A bad day.  It started with my tennis team losing two of three matches including the one I played in–horribly.  I got just about nothing done until a little while ago, after taking a couple of APCs.  My accomplishment for the day, another blog entry, and a press release for the exhibition.  I have now gotten just about all the work for the exhibition done that I need to.  I just have a couple of pieces I want to get re-framed by a professional. 

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Entry 1471 — From an Internet Poetry Discussion

Sunday, June 1st, 2014

Another quickie today–to give me more time on my essay on Beauty, which is starting to come around!

I tend to see Poetrys finally getting around to accepting forms of visual poetry because, now that it has been a seriously-pursued variety of poetry for a hundred years in this country, they more or less have to.  So some of them have actually given it thoughtful examination–and found to their surprise that they like a portion of it.  The portion they like, will–it goes without saying, but I’ll say it, anyway–only be, in most cases, a notch above big and little but with time, and the help of young academics more able to appreciate it, they’ll come to appreciate it the way they now appreciate Pound and Joyce.  By then, of course, people like us will be doing who-knowz-wot, and grumbling at the gate-keepers.

I’m in the final analysis an optimist, but it does seem to me that the Establishment now rates the American poetry of the first half of the twentieth-century fairly accurately, albeit still not giving Cummings his due, but writing about all the poets of the time worth writing about, unless there are a few as concealed as Emily was that they’ve overlooked.

With that, I may have said all I have to say on this most interesting topic.

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Entry 444 — My Latest Pop-Off

Friday, May 20th, 2011

In case the morons at Poetry don’t post my pop-off, and they haven’t yet, here is approximately what I said (unfortunately, I failed to keep a copy):

Why should anyone care what one third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of poetry that has been acadominant for over twenty years now (although only recently noticed by Poetry Magazine), so-called “language poetry” (which is just collections of non sequiturs with none of the significant focus on the aesthetic uses of grammar that real language poetry has) compared with what another third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of the kinds of poetry established long before that when there’s innovative poetry extant to explore far from the tired interests of such critics–and Poetry Magazine.

Hmmm, I think I improved it.  I definitely made it nastier, out of annoyance for Poetry’s not posting it.  I now think it would have been interesting to have added a challenge to Poetry and its readers to visit my infraverbal mathematical poems at Tip of the Knife or my mathematical poems at the Otherstream Unlimited Blog and tell me why they, and poems like them, don’t deserve recognition.  My poems rather than anyone else’s because I feel I can argue more knowledgeably for them against the Philistines than I can for any others.  But also because of my growing egocentric need to yowl for me!

Later note: my comment was posted.  It was followed by a comment consisting almost entirely of a quotation of Adorno which seemed to me nothing but meaningless subjective gush.

 

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Entry 874 — Have I Sold Out?

Thursday, September 27th, 2012

The other day I learned that the Harriet Blog run by Poetry had somehow come across my Scientific American guest blog and given it a nice positive write-up here.  The good of this is that it means a little more exposure for the otherstream, and more credibility for it with . . . well, those who ignore everything that is not properly certified by higher-ups.  The bad of it, of course, is its scaring me with the possibility that what I’m involved with is now at Poetry’s level.   That’s not a genuine worry.  If Harriet says something good about this blog, though, I will worry.  It’s got no seal of approval on it like “Scientific American.

To be honest, I’m pleased that the Harriet staff seems to have sincerely liked my blog entry.  People like those on it and the more advanced readers of Poetry are the audience I’m trying most to capture with my mathpo blog.  So, no more about it.

Entry 595 — Another Review of Poetry Magazine

Friday, December 16th, 2011

The following is another apparently unpublished review of Poetry I did for Small Press Review, this one earlier than the one I posted yesterday.

Poetry
Volume CXCVII, Number 5, February 2011. 90 pp.
Edited by Christian Wiman
published monthly except bimonthly July/August
444 n. Michigan Avenue, Ste 1850
Chicago IL 60611. $3.75, $35/year.

Critic David Orr has a review in this issue of Poetry that typifies what makes it, in my view, the largest obstacle facing superior American poets.  It is the belief that poetry “has been all but entirely absorbed by institutions of higher education,” as he quotes Mark McGurl as having put it. Only someone oblivious to all the poetry happening outside academia, most notably, visual poetry, language poetry, sound poetry, cyber poetry and mathematical poetry, can believe this.

True, Poetry once let a few so-so specimens of visual poems into an issue and some language poems into another.  But these were token gestures.  The proof of the pudding is that it has never devoted space to articles about either.  Of course, it will fairly soon give language poetry more pages now that many of the chief language poets have become established–chiefly by virtue of being professors.

What’s depressing about this is that Poetry is wealthy, influential, often-appearing and claims to want to represent the full continuum of contemporary poetry, so could do so much to help the impoverished R&D department of the poetry enterprise.

As for what poetry is in this issue, suffice it to say that Carolyn Forche is one of the two poets named on the front cover as a contributor.

Diary Entry

Thursday, 15 December 2011, 7 P.M.  A bad day.  It started with my tennis team losing two of three matches including the one I played in–horribly.  I got just about nothing done until a little while ago, after taking a couple of APCs.  My accomplishment for the day, another blog entry, and a press release for the exhibition.  I have now gotten just about all the work for the exhibition done that I need to.  I just have a couple of pieces I want to get re-framed by a professional. 

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Entry 594 — A Discouraging Force in Poetry

Thursday, December 15th, 2011

Today I’m posting a short review I did for Small Press Review that as far as I know did not get published:

Poetry
Volume CXCVIII, Number 4, July/August 2011. 110 pp.
Edited by Christian Wiman
published monthly except bimonthly July/August
444 N. Michigan Avenue, Ste 1850,
Chicago IL 60611. $3.75, $35/year.

Poetry, during its first few years, was a literary miracle: a publication devoted to poetry that was strongly under the influence of a world-class poet.  Now, eighty years or so later it features poems by knownstreamers like David Ferry, to whom the organization funding it recently gave $100,000.  One begins:

The five or six of them, sitting on the rocks,
Out at Lanesville, near Gloucester; it is like
Listening to music.  Several of them are teachers,
One is a psychologist, one is reading a book,
The page glares white in the summer sunlight;

Standard free verse, standard trivially “authentic” geographical details, a certain standard conversational randomness, a standard imagistic detail.  I thought it was going to be a very standard Iowa State meditation on an old family photograph.  Not so, not that that made any difference.  I can’t say there was anything wrong with it.  The problem is that Poetry rarely publishes anything much different from it, except when briefly pretending to cover the entire contemporary American poetry continuum by publishing some token language or visual poems.  It certainly never encourages superior poetry.

Diary Entry

Wednesday, 14 December 2011, 7 P.M.  A busy day.  I saw my cardiologist who said I was doing fine.  In fact, he took me off one of my two blood pressure pills.  I did some marketing after leaving the doctor’s.  Later, I spent an hour or so at the Arts and Humanities Council offices for a get-together.  I chatted with a few people.  I knew no one but Judy so didn’t circulate.  I’m still no good with people I don’t know, unless sitting with them, as I did with John and Howard, two guys I actually had good conversations with.  Howard went to where my Christmas poem was on display for a look.  He said he liked it.  Previous to that, one of the women I’d talked a bit with, describing my long division poems, had gone to look at it, and returned to tell me, and two friends of hers, that she liked it.  That, and the food I had, made the event a success for me!

Once home, I babbled a bit about how nice it’d be to live to the age of 500 to take care of my blog entry for the day.  My public relations visit to the A&H fesitivities qualifies as another piece of work done for my exhibition.  I did actually take care of a major chore today: this year’s Christmas cards.  I included a two-paragraph year-end letter with most of them.  I spent over two hours taking care of that.  I estimate I have three or four more cards to send.

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Entry 594 — A Discouraging Force in Poetry

Thursday, December 15th, 2011

Today I’m posting a short review I did for Small Press Review that as far as I know did not get published:

Poetry
Volume CXCVIII, Number 4, July/August 2011. 110 pp.
Edited by Christian Wiman
published monthly except bimonthly July/August
444 N. Michigan Avenue, Ste 1850,
Chicago IL 60611. $3.75, $35/year.

Poetry, during its first few years, was a literary miracle: a publication devoted to poetry that was strongly under the influence of a world-class poet.  Now, eighty years or so later it features poems by knownstreamers like David Ferry, to whom the organization funding it recently gave $100,000.  One begins:

The five or six of them, sitting on the rocks,
Out at Lanesville, near Gloucester; it is like
Listening to music.  Several of them are teachers,
One is a psychologist, one is reading a book,
The page glares white in the summer sunlight;

Standard free verse, standard trivially “authentic” geographical details, a certain standard conversational randomness, a standard imagistic detail.  I thought it was going to be a very standard Iowa State meditation on an old family photograph.  Not so, not that that made any difference.  I can’t say there was anything wrong with it.  The problem is that Poetry rarely publishes anything much different from it, except when briefly pretending to cover the entire contemporary American poetry continuum by publishing some token language or visual poems.  It certainly never encourages superior poetry.

Diary Entry

Wednesday, 14 December 2011, 7 P.M.  A busy day.  I saw my cardiologist who said I was doing fine.  In fact, he took me off one of my two blood pressure pills.  I did some marketing after leaving the doctor’s.  Later, I spent an hour or so at the Arts and Humanities Council offices for a get-together.  I chatted with a few people.  I knew no one but Judy so didn’t circulate.  I’m still no good with people I don’t know, unless sitting with them, as I did with John and Howard, two guys I actually had good conversations with.  Howard went to where my Christmas poem was on display for a look.  He said he liked it.  Previous to that, one of the women I’d talked a bit with, describing my long division poems, had gone to look at it, and returned to tell me, and two friends of hers, that she liked it.  That, and the food I had, made the event a success for me!

Once home, I babbled a bit about how nice it’d be to live to the age of 500 to take care of my blog entry for the day.  My public relations visit to the A&H fesitivities qualifies as another piece of work done for my exhibition.  I did actually take care of a major chore today: this year’s Christmas cards.  I included a two-paragraph year-end letter with most of them.  I spent over two hours taking care of that.  I estimate I have three or four more cards to send.

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Entry 444 — My Latest Pop-Off

May 20th, 2011

In case the morons at Poetry don’t post my pop-off, and they haven’t yet, here is approximately what I said (unfortunately, I failed to keep a copy):

Why should anyone care what one third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of poetry that has been acadominant for over twenty years now (although only recently noticed by Poetry Magazine), so-called “language poetry” (which is just collections of non sequiturs with none of the significant focus on the aesthetic uses of grammar that real language poetry has) compared with what another third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of the kinds of poetry established long before that when there’s innovative poetry extant to explore far from the tired interests of such critics–and Poetry Magazine.

Hmmm, I think I improved it.  I definitely made it nastier, out of annoyance for Poetry’s not posting it.  I now think it would have been interesting to have added a challenge to Poetry and its readers to visit my infraverbal mathematical poems at Tip of the Knife or my mathematical poems at the Otherstream Unlimited Blog and tell me why they, and poems like them, don’t deserve recognition.  My poems rather than anyone else’s because I feel I can argue more knowledgeably for them against the Philistines than I can for any others.  But also because of my growing egocentric need to yowl for me!

Later note: my comment was posted.  It was followed by a comment consisting almost entirely of a quotation of Adorno which seemed to me nothing but meaningless subjective gush.

 

Entry 443 — I’m Still Here

May 19th, 2011

Just a little news bulletin to let people know I’m still around.

1. I’m scheduled for hip replacement surgery 1 June.

2. I just popped off at the Poetry magazine site against a review of recent books by Marjorie Perloff and Reginald Shepherd, Unorginal Genius and A Martian Muse, ” which–according to Robert Archabeau, Poetry’s fatuous reviewer– “have wonderful moments, and at their best each shows us a remarkable critical mind at work.”  I aired my usual gripe, that the Establishment is ignoring my kind of poetry.   I seem to have a need to do this every month or so–to become at least a smudge on the Surface of American Culture.  I can’t simply ignore it.

 

Entry 442 — Contemporary Poetry

May 15th, 2011

Poetry Between 1960 and 2010

Wilshberia, the continuum of contemporary poetry composed
between around 1960 and the present certified by the poetry
establishment (i.e., universities, grants-bestowing organizations,
visible critics, venues like the New Yorker and the American
Poetry Review) begins with formal poetry like much of Richard
Wilbur’s work.  Descent into a different lesser formality of neo-
psalmic poetry based on Whitman that Ginsberg was the most
well-known recent author of, next comes free verse that is
nonetheless highly bound to implicit rules, Iowa Plaintext Poetry;
slightly further from traditional poetry the nearprose of Williams
and his many followers who seem to try to write poetry as close to
prose as possible.  To this point, the poetry is convergent,
attempting to cohere around a unifying principle.  It edges away
from that more and more as we continue over the continuum,
starting with surrealist poetry, which diverges from the world as we
know it into perceptual disruption.  A bit more divergent is the
jump-cut poetry of the New York School, represented at its most
divergent by John Ashbery’s most divergent poems and the jump-
cut poetry of the so-called “language poets,’ which is not, for me,
truly language poetry because grammatical concerns are not to
much of an extent the basis of it

The Establishment’s view of the relationship of all other poetry
being composed during this time to the poetry of Wilshberia has
been neatly voiced by Professor David Graham.  Professor Graham
likens it to the equivalent of  the relationship to genuine baseball of
“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.”  Odd how there are always professors unable to learn
from history how bad deriding innovative enterprises almost
always makes you look bad.  On the other hand, if their opposition
is as effective as the gatekeepers limiting the visibility of
contemporary poetry between around 1960 and 2000 to Wilshberia
has been, they won’t be around to see that opposition break down.
Unfortunately, the innovators whose work they opposed won’t be,
either.

Not that all the poets whose work makes up “the Underwilsh,” as I
call the uncertified work from the middle of the last century until
now, are innovative.  In fact, very few are.  But the most important
poetries of the Underwilsh were innovative at some point during
the reign of Wilshberian poetry.  Probably only animated visual
poetry, cyber poetry, mathematical poetry and cryptographic poetry
are seriously that now.  It would seem that recognition of
innovative art takes a generation

The poetry of the Underwilsh at its left end has always been
conventional.  It begins with what is unquestionable the most
popular poetry in America, doggerel–which, for me, it poetry
intentionally employing no poetic device but rhyme; next come
classical American haiku–the 5/7/5 kind, other varieties of haiku
being scattered throughout most other kinds of poetry–followed by
light verse (both known to academia but looked down on); next
comes contragenteel poetry, which is basically the nearprose of
Williams and his followers except using coarser language (and
concerning less polite subjects, although subject matter is not what
I look at to place poetries into this scheme of mine); performance
poetry, hypertextual poetry; genuine language poetry;
cryptographic poetry; cyber poetry; mathematical poetry; visual
poetry (both static and animated visual poetry) and sound poetry,
with the latter two fading into what is called asemic poetry, which
is either visimagery (visual art) or music employing text or
supposed by its creator to suggest textuality and thus not by my
standards kinds of poetry, but considered such by others, so proper
to mention here.

Almost all the poetries in the Underwilsh will eventually be
certified by the academy and the rest of the poetry establishment.
The only interesting questions left will be what kind of effective
poetry will then be ignored, and whether or not the newest poets to
be certified will treat what comes after their kind of poetry as
unsympathetically as theirs was treated.

Entry 441 — Vocational Resume

May 10th, 2011

I missed some entries again but had a fair excuse for a change: I was working on some reviews for Small Press Review that I actually finished.  What’s below is the entry on me at some internet Writers’ Directory.  I just updated it.
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Personal Information
First Name: Bob
Last Name: Grumman
Suffix:
Nationality: American
Full Birth Date (MMDDYYYY) or Year Only: 02021941
City of Birth: Norwalk
State of Birth: [USA] Connecticut
Country of Birth: United States
Sex: M
Email: [email protected]
Career
Career: Datagraphic Computer Services, computer operator, 1971-76; Charlotte County School Board, substitute teacher, 1994-2009. Writer.
Publications
Publications: Poems (visual haiku), 1966; Preliminary Rough Draft of a Total Psychology (theoretical psychology), 1967; A Straynge Book (children’s book), 1987; An April Poem (visual poetry), 1989; Spring Poem No. 3,719,242 (visual poetry), 1990; Of Manywhere-at-Once, vol. I (memoir/criticism), 1990; Mathemaku 1-5 (mathematical poetry), 1992; Mathemaku 6-12 (mathematical poetry), 1994; Of Poem (solitextual poetry), 1994; Mathemaku 13-19 (mathematical poetry), 1996; A Selection of Visual Poems (visual poetry), 1998; min. kolt., matemakuk, 2000; Cryptographiku 1-5 (cryptographic poetry), 2003; Excerpts from Poem’s Search for Meaning (solitextual poetry), 2004; Greatest Hits of Bob Grumman (mixture of poetries), 2006; Shakespeare and the Rigidniks (theoretical psychology), 2006; From Haiku To Lyriku, 2007; April to the Power of the Quantity Pythagoras Times Now (collection of mathemaku), 2007: This Is Visual Poetry (visual Poetry), 2010; Poem Demerging (solitextual poetry), 2010. A Preliminary Taxonomy of Poetry, 2011. EDITOR: (with C. Hill) Vispo auf Deutsch, 1995; Writing to Be Seen, vol. I, 2001.
Home Address
Home Address 1708 Hayworth Rd.
City Home: Port Charlotte
State Home: [USA] Florida
Country Home: United States
Zip Code Home: 33952
Phone Home: (941) 629-8045
Business Address
Business Address PO Box 495597
City Business: Port Charlotte
State Business: [USA] Florida
Country Business: United States
Zip Code Business: 33949
Phone Business: (941) 629-8045
Subject Codes
Subject Code1: PLAYS/S C R E E N PLAYS
Subject Code2: POETRY
Subject Code3: PSYCHOLOGY
Subject Code4: LITERARY CRITICISM AND HISTORY
Subject Code5: SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY
Subject Code6: NOVELS

Entry 440 — Support for My Hyperneologization

May 7th, 2011

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I came across it by chance:

APODIZATION* literally means “removing the foot”. It is the
technical term for changing the shape of a mathematical function, an
electrical signal, an optical transmission or a mechanical structure.
An example of apodization is the use of the Hann window in the Fast
Fourier transform analyzer to smooth the discontinuities at the
beginning and end of the sampled time record.

Now, then, is this a pompous, unpronounceable, superfluous term?  It was once a coinage, you know.  Why not “foot-removal?”  I suspect because whoever coined it wanted it quickly to narrow the mind into mathematics, i.e., a particular system or discipline–which I also want most of my terms though not “Wilshberia” to do.  I know: there’s a difference between a certified subject like mathematics and the theoretical psychology I try to link my terms to.  I understandably (I should think) don’t consider that relevant.  Why should someone be discouraged from systematic naming of terms to fit interactingly into a theory he’s creating just because he’s a crank.

I think one reason for my lack of recognition is that the sort of people who might be in sympathy with my hyperneologization are not generally the sort of people with an interest in poetics.  As I’ve often declared, I may well be too much of an abstract thinker to be a poet and too much of an intuitive thinker to be a scientist.  You’d think that would help me with both groups but it does the opposite.  About the only “real” mathematician who appreciates my mathematical poems is JoAnne Growney.

The other day, after my “anthrocentricity’ and “verosophy” had been subjected to the usual reactionary jibes, I asked why “egocentricity” was an acceptable word for “self-centeredness,” but “anthrocentricity” not an acceptable word for “people-centeredness.”  Needless to say, no one answered me.

Far too many many academics are so locked into their received understandings that they are blind to how those understandings might be revised or extended in ways that require the coinage of new terms.

Entry 439 — A Textual Design by Max Ernst

May 5th, 2011

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This is Erectio sine qua non, by Max Ernst, 1919.  I copied it out of Surrealst Drawings, with text by Frantisek Smejkal.  I view it as letters taking shape, with other forms, to eventually result in an erection that can be taken to be “meaning” formed of language.  Other interpretations of equal validity can be made.  Although I made out two words under the faucet, they seem to me much to minor to make this pice a visual poem.  Nor, of course, does the book it’s in call it that.  Remember, kids, as Uncle Bob keeps telling you, a word should always mean something, but it should always indicate something that it isn’t, or it’s useless.  So, if you want to call this neato visimage a visual poem, fine–but Uncle Bob, and maybe one or two other people, will want to know what isn’t a visual poem.

Entry 438 — Fun with the Nullinguists

May 5th, 2011

And just one more language note, since we are poets and poetry readers. . .

Unlike many academics, bureaucrats, or military officials, I don’t think it’s necessary to invent pompous, unpronounceable and superfluous synonyms for simple terms that already exist.  At best it’s comic relief.  At worst, well, see George Orwell. . . .  About the only one of good old Bob’s prolific stream of coinages that strikes me as worth keeping is “burstnorm.”  That actually does improve on the other available words, seems to me, and has the advantage of simplicity and poetic power.

–David Graham


Okay, David, tell me what’s wrong with “infraverbal poetry”

–Bob

A guess, “Bob” (& I didn’t even take any pills!) –

M: rigid, defensive tribal and national identities, ungiving hierarchical principles, concentrated authority, reflexive aggression in a repetition compulsion that overrides desires for peace …

–Amy King

Thanks, Amy.  It’s good for my morale to know you can’t find anything of consequence wrong with my term.

But this may be a fate not worse than the memento mori of the progeny of Aristotelian logic which remain eternally fixed in delusions of universal absolutes and therefore empty of useful meaning. To wit, Wittgenstein’s remark, “But in fact all propositions of logic say the same thing, to wit nothing…”

–Amy King

Spoken like a true absolutist.  Nothing to do with me, though, for I believe in maxilutism, the belief that while no absolutes exist (except in logic and mathematics, I now realize), many maxilutes, or understandings close enough to absolutely true to be treated as absolutes, do exist.

–Bob

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This kind of nullinguistics is not entirely worthless: when Professor Graham later said “misspelled poetry” was what “infraverbal poetry” should be called, it made me say why he was wrong: “‘Misspelled poetry’ clearly doesn’t work.  For one thing it does not indicate whether the misspelling is intended or not.  Another is that ‘misspelledly’ doesn’t work very well (I don’t think) as an adverb.  Probably most important, there are many examples of infraverbal poems that have much more going on inside them than what most people would think of as misspellings–a letter on its side, for instance.  Actually, some infraverbal words are correctly spelled.  ‘Misspelling,’ for instance–which I just made up and is certainly not much of an infraverbal poem but is one.”  I count the realization that infraverbal words can be correctly spelled a nice addition to my knowledge of them.

Entry 437 — Another New-Poetry Post of Mine

May 4th, 2011

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

Entry 436 — Visual Poetry Intro 1a

May 3rd, 2011

According to Billy Collins, E. E. Cummings is, in large part, responsible for the multitude of k-12 poems about leaves or snow

But, guess what, involvement in visual poetry has to begin somewhere.  Beyond that, this particular somewhere, properly appreciated, is a wonderful where to begin at.  Just consider what is going on when a child first encounters, or–better–makes this poem:  suddenly his mindflow splits in two, one half continuing to read, the other watching what he’s reading descend.  For a short while he is thus simultaneously in two parts of his brain, his reading center and visual awareness.  That is, the simple falling letters have put him in the Manywhere-at-Once  I claim is the most valuable thing a poem can take one to.

To a jaundiced adult who no longer remembers the thrill letters doing something visual can be, as he no longer remembers the thrill the first rhymes he heard were, that may not mean much.  But to those lucky enough to have been able to use the experience as a basis for eventually appreciating adult visual poetry, it’s a different story.  Some of those who haven’t may never be able to, for it would appear that some people can’t experience anything in two parts of their brains at once, just as there are people like me who lack the taste buds required to appreciate different varieties of wine.  I’m sure there are others who have never enjoyed visual poetry simply because they’ve never made any effort to.  It is those this essay is aimed at, with the hope it will change their minds about the art.

I need to add, I suppose, that my notion that a person encountering a successful visual poem will end up in two significantly separate portions of his brain is only my theory.  It may well be that it could be tested if the scanning technology is sophisticated enough–and the technicians doing the testing know enough about visual poetry to use the right poems, and the subjects haven’t become immune to the visual effects of the poems due to having seen them too often.  Certainly, eventually my theory will be testable.

The following poem by Cummings, which is a famous variation on the falling letters device, should help them:

But Cummings uses the device much more subtly and complicatedly–  one reads it slowly, back and forth as well as down, without comprehending it at once.   Cummings doesn’t just show us the leaf, either, he uses it to portray loneliness.  For later reading/watchings we have the fun of the three versions of one-ness at the end and the af/fa flip earlier–after the one that starts the poem.

Marton Koppany returns to the same simple falling leaf idea but makes it new with:


In this poem the F suggests to me  a tree thrust almost entirely out of Significant Reality, which has become “all leaves”–framed, I might add, to emphasize the point.  So: as soon as we begin reading, our reading becomes a viewing of a frame followed quickly by the sight of the path now fallen leaves have taken simultaneously with our resumed reading of the text.  Which ends with a wondrous conceptual indication of “the all” that those leaves archetypally are in the life of the earth, and in our own lives.  And that the tree, their mother and relinquisher, has been.  Finally, it is evident that we are witnessing that ” all” in the process of leaving . . . to empty the world.  In short, the archetypal magnitude of one of the four seasons has been captured with almost maximal succinctness.

So endeth lesson number one in this lecture on Why Visual Poetry is a Good Thing.

Note: I need to add, I suppose, that my notion that a person encountering a successful visual poem will end up in two significantly separate portions of his brain is only my theory.  It may well be that it could be tested if the brain- scanning technology is sophisticated enough–and the technicians doing the testing use the right poems, and the subjects haven’t become immune to the visual effects of the poems due to having seen them too often.  Certainly, eventually my theory will be testable.

Entry 435 — The A/V Ratio

May 2nd, 2011

I’m not sure whether I’m back or not, but I’m working on an entry I believe will be one of my Valuable ones, and just made a post to New-Poetry I thought interesting enough to post  the following version of here:

Certain attempts at New-Poetry to explain why I post such disagreeable opinions at times inspired a thought: that everyone varies in the anthrocentricity/verosophy ratio of what he says and writes.  By this I mean that we all write with at least some aim of producing a certain reaction in others AND with at least some aim of expressing some truth as we see it, without regard for others’ reactions (except their versophical ones).   Those whose usual a/v ratio is, say, 80/20 will tend to think that those like me, whose usual a/v ratio is the opposite, speak and write to elicit reactions from others when in fact all we’re doing is saying what we think as exactly as possible (true, without making too many enemies).

I further think that many people, perhaps the majority of people, are incapable of predominantly versosophical thought, and thus have difficulty recognizing it in others.   I would add that an reasonably intelligent person’s a/v ratio will change, sometimes a great deal, depending on the situation.

Entry 594 — A Discouraging Force in Poetry « POETICKS

Entry 594 — A Discouraging Force in Poetry

Today I’m posting a short review I did for Small Press Review that as far as I know did not get published:

Poetry
Volume CXCVIII, Number 4, July/August 2011. 110 pp.
Edited by Christian Wiman
published monthly except bimonthly July/August
444 N. Michigan Avenue, Ste 1850,
Chicago IL 60611. $3.75, $35/year.

Poetry, during its first few years, was a literary miracle: a publication devoted to poetry that was strongly under the influence of a world-class poet.  Now, eighty years or so later it features poems by knownstreamers like David Ferry, to whom the organization funding it recently gave $100,000.  One begins:

The five or six of them, sitting on the rocks,
Out at Lanesville, near Gloucester; it is like
Listening to music.  Several of them are teachers,
One is a psychologist, one is reading a book,
The page glares white in the summer sunlight;

Standard free verse, standard trivially “authentic” geographical details, a certain standard conversational randomness, a standard imagistic detail.  I thought it was going to be a very standard Iowa State meditation on an old family photograph.  Not so, not that that made any difference.  I can’t say there was anything wrong with it.  The problem is that Poetry rarely publishes anything much different from it, except when briefly pretending to cover the entire contemporary American poetry continuum by publishing some token language or visual poems.  It certainly never encourages superior poetry.

Diary Entry

Wednesday, 14 December 2011, 7 P.M.  A busy day.  I saw my cardiologist who said I was doing fine.  In fact, he took me off one of my two blood pressure pills.  I did some marketing after leaving the doctor’s.  Later, I spent an hour or so at the Arts and Humanities Council offices for a get-together.  I chatted with a few people.  I knew no one but Judy so didn’t circulate.  I’m still no good with people I don’t know, unless sitting with them, as I did with John and Howard, two guys I actually had good conversations with.  Howard went to where my Christmas poem was on display for a look.  He said he liked it.  Previous to that, one of the women I’d talked a bit with, describing my long division poems, had gone to look at it, and returned to tell me, and two friends of hers, that she liked it.  That, and the food I had, made the event a success for me!

Once home, I babbled a bit about how nice it’d be to live to the age of 500 to take care of my blog entry for the day.  My public relations visit to the A&H fesitivities qualifies as another piece of work done for my exhibition.  I did actually take care of a major chore today: this year’s Christmas cards.  I included a two-paragraph year-end letter with most of them.  I spent over two hours taking care of that.  I estimate I have three or four more cards to send.

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Entry 444 — My Latest Pop-Off « POETICKS

Entry 444 — My Latest Pop-Off

In case the morons at Poetry don’t post my pop-off, and they haven’t yet, here is approximately what I said (unfortunately, I failed to keep a copy):

Why should anyone care what one third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of poetry that has been acadominant for over twenty years now (although only recently noticed by Poetry Magazine), so-called “language poetry” (which is just collections of non sequiturs with none of the significant focus on the aesthetic uses of grammar that real language poetry has) compared with what another third-rate knownstream critic has to say in praise of the kinds of poetry established long before that when there’s innovative poetry extant to explore far from the tired interests of such critics–and Poetry Magazine.

Hmmm, I think I improved it.  I definitely made it nastier, out of annoyance for Poetry’s not posting it.  I now think it would have been interesting to have added a challenge to Poetry and its readers to visit my infraverbal mathematical poems at Tip of the Knife or my mathematical poems at the Otherstream Unlimited Blog and tell me why they, and poems like them, don’t deserve recognition.  My poems rather than anyone else’s because I feel I can argue more knowledgeably for them against the Philistines than I can for any others.  But also because of my growing egocentric need to yowl for me!

Later note: my comment was posted.  It was followed by a comment consisting almost entirely of a quotation of Adorno which seemed to me nothing but meaningless subjective gush.

 

2 Responses to “Entry 444 — My Latest Pop-Off”

  1. Kaz Maslanka says:

    Bob, You should give us a link to your post

  2. Bob Grumman says:

    Sorry. I didn’t think any of my readers would be interested in anything posted at Poetry Magazine’s blog. aside, possibly, from my reaction to it. But here it is http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/article/241856.

    –Bob

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