Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

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The Essay Project: The Modernism of Stein, Moore and H.D.

ColumbiaI've been posting blog reviews of essays I was given in a poetry essay class at Sarah Lawrence College in the 1990s. Here's another one. Sometimes essays were simply chapters in a book, like this: “Women Poets and the Emergence of Modernism” from the 1993 book The Columbia History of American Poetry (Parini & Miller).

Although this is a great-looking tome of comprehensive American poetry history (the kind I’ve been looking for actually), the fact that a student brought this particular chapter to discuss is very telling. Modernism when I was at Sarah Lawrence was about 80 years old. It’s now over 100 years old. And the fact that it takes up so much of our intellectual energy is crazy-making to me. I’ve taken three Modernism MOOCs: the University of Pennsylvania’s ModPo (which made connections between Modernist and contemporary language poetries), Harvard (connecting Modernism in Chicago, New York City and London) and the University of Illinois (exploring poets the Modernists rejected; this class was my favorite because it showed the flip-side of history). I just finished reading B.S. Johnson’s The Unfortunates and in his biography by Jonathan Coe we see even Johnson was criticized back in the 1960s for thinking James Joyce was something new.  That was 30 years before my Sarah Lawrence class. Will we ever move on?

Anyway, this is an article about the forgotten women of Modernism, the “largely neglected figures” of Gertrude Stein, H.D. and Marianne Moore. This is all in the context of the 1990s when this book came out. All my MOOCs covered Stein, H.D. and Moore and I studied Stein in undergraduate school, so I feel this error of omission has been partially rectified. I say partially because the Big Brains of Modernism are still considered to be Eliot/Pound/Williams/Stevens and that quadrant of maleness has been way over studied. 

GsThis chapter reviews what made Stein/H.D./Moore unique in their processes and content and what made them vanguards in their own right and not just adjuncts to the guys.

“These women shared this antipathy to sentimentality but did not often share the positions of their male contemporaries, whose experimental forms masked conservative—even reactionary—attitudes toward women, society and politics and whose interests in myth and history excluded women.”

That’s exactly what the University of Illinois class on Modernism was talking about!

It's also noted in this chapter, however, that Alfred Stieglitz was one of Gertrude Stein’s first champions (as well as Georgia O’Keeffe’s) and Stein's first Mmpublished poems appeared in issues of Stieglitz's Camera Work in 1912.

“Stein was the most modern of the Modernists.”

In college when we were studying Gertrude Stein (who I was just hearing about), my classmate Diane Harvestmoon said, “Listening to Gertrude Stein is like listening to rain.” I always remember that brilliant thought. Don’t try to figure rain out, right?

“Until recently, she remained a writer’s writer.”

HdI think she’s still a writer’s writer and that’s okay. She’s compared to Hart Crane here in their shared sense of “surface pleasure of the text.”

The essay also drops the bombshell that “H.D. had already perfected the [Imagist] style that Pound claims to have discovered.”

I also love the Marianne Moore’s quote of George Grosz, that art is “endless curiosity, observation, research, and a great amount of joy in the thing.”

The essay claims these writers were “working from a wholly different and more revolutionary attitude toward poetic authority than the High Modernists.”

A Book of Poetry Using the Multiple Choice Format

McAs soon as I found out what this was, I had to read it, Multiple Choice by Alejandro Zambra, a Chilean experimental writer.

I loved this book. It was written in the form of a Chilean Academic Aptitude Test and builds from short questions to long comprehension texts.

It’s hard to describe it as either poetry or fiction (as the cover itself indicates). It’s kind of like poems morphing into short stories, with everything in between. Pretty amazing. Each one was great and many "questions" found an emotional space in the cryptic format of a test form. There’s even a fill-in-the-bubble answer form provided in the back, just for the look of it.

Highly recommended.

The Essay Project: Prose Poems

Perfect-baked-potatoI have never read an essay to satisfactorily describe how a prose poem works, especially in comparison to typical poems or short prose. And I like prose poems and “sudden” fiction pieces. I’ve just never read anything that really seems to be able to explicate what they’re doing and why they should be prose poems and not line-break poems or shock fictions. This essay from my essay stack is no exception.

It's a mystery piece in my pile called “The Prose Poem: The Example of A Potato” by Karl Johnson. I can’t find any information on this essay or this writer online. There’s a former New York Daily News editor online with that name, but I can’t verify a match. I’m wondering if this might have been a student at either University of Missouri-St. Louis or Sarah Lawrence College and the essay found it's way into my essay class stash. I’m really not sure.

The essay begins by accepting that the words prose and poem contradict each other. And the writer acknowledges the fun of line breaks: why give them up? Seeking for benefits of the prose poem over line breaks, he comes up with “subtlety" as line breaks are so prominent and work so well to illuminate their beginnings and endings. They can be heavy handed, possibly melodramatic, not subtle enough in the middles. I can buy that. 

He shows as a delicious example, “A Potato” by Robert Bly.

A Potato

The potato reminds one of an alert desert stone. And it belongs to a race that writes novels of inspired defeat. The potato does not move on its own, and yet there is some motion in its shape, as if a whirlwind paused, then turned into potato flesh when a ghost spit at it. The skin mottles in spots; potato cities are scattered here and there over the planet. In some places papery flakes lift off, light as fog that lifts from early-morning lakes.

Despite all the eyes, little light gets through. Whoever goes inside will find a weighty, meaty thing, damp and cheerful at the same time, obsessive as a bear that keeps crossing the same river. When the jaw bites into the raw flesh, both tongue and teeth pause astonished, as a bicyclist leans forward when the wind falls. The teeth say, “I never could have imagined it.” The tongue says: “I thought from the cover that there would be a lot of plot….”

Johnson is right to say this prose piece is not a short of fiction. But I disagree about why. I would say the piece lacks a narrative, scene or dialogue that brings fiction to life. Johnson lists poetic elements like metaphors, similes, rhyme, assonance, consonance, metrics of iambs, and a feeling of pattern. But fiction can use these tricks-of-trade as well. So this doesn’t really separate the prose poem from the short fiction unless we can all agree on a threshold of figurative language that makes one thing a poet and another thing fiction. But that seems arbitrary and a waste of effort; because as poets experiment toward narrative, fictioneers are pushing experiments back with copious figurative devices. 

Is the linebreak missed, Johnson asks? This is often a question I ask myself too. I do eventually make a decision but I’m never at all certain why. Johnson is on target to say, “Sometimes the meaning of a line out of context even contradicts the meaning of the sentence as a whole” but actually this is why poetry with line breaks can be so exciting. Why give up that double meaning that line breaks provide?

Finally, Johnson discusses the poems “broken expectations, taking a literal subject with a reader’s preconceived notions and subverting those “in the last sentence.” Which is a very cool thing, but not something the form of fiction or poems with line breaks cannot do.

But at the end, the essay really starts cooking, illustrating how old the form of prose poem might be. He traces them back to William Carlos Williams in 1918 and back to Baudelaire in 1855, both writers producing books of only prose poems. But he goes further than that to Chinese Writers using the Fu form of rhyming prose and then suggests even the Old Testament qualifies with its patterns and repetitions.

Productivity and Devotedness

RayI read a really sexist essay last week by Robert Duncan so I looked him up on Wikipedia to see if he was part of that sexist clique of Modernists. Wikipedia describes him as “a devotee of Hilda "H.D." Doolittle” and that got me wondering if I was going to be a “devotee” of some poet, who would it be? I mean someone who could I be a completest for (buying up every volume and critique)? Who could I haunt the alleys over in search of they key to what makes them magical beings? I was stumped by this question. I mean it didn’t take me long to narrow down a few suspects. I have never NOT enjoyed an Albert Goldbarth or Anne Carson book. I could see becoming a devotee of someone who I could imagine enjoying 100% of their output and consuming their biographies with relish.

But….Anne Carson is ruled out because her stuff is all, in actuality, over my head and I’m completely unwilling to learn Classic Lit to any degree, let alone what I would need to do to fully comprehend Anne Carson books. So…I'm crying uncle on that one. Albert Goldbarth on the other hand, yeah I guess I could become a devotee of his but the one time I saw him at the Los Angeles book festival, he was a bit crusty. So I don’t know if I could show up to all of his shows, if you know what I mean. Which you'd have to keep up with as a devotee.

Here’s the other issue, I'm already pretty busy being a devotee in the pop culture sphere. And honestly, that's too much fun to give up. I mean, until there are 33-lps, 45s, 8-tracks, dvds, blu-rays, Vogue magazines, tv show episodes, posters, perfumes, skin care products, goth furniture to track down, I might get Poem-todaybored with just collecting….books. I mean I just bought a Cher puzzle today. And I'm eagerly anticipating it's arrival. Can you picture an Anne Carson or Albert Goldbarth doll, complete with an array of Bob Mackie outfits? No. Maybe we should have that. But we don't. So, I'm out of luck to become a poet's scholar. I'll have to make do with my literary finger puppets, which do come with awesomely detailed outfits. 

Meanwhile, here's an interesting article on how our writing rituals may help us think: https://getpocket.com/explore/item/the-psychology-of-writing-and-the-cognitive-science-of-the-perfect-daily-routine. It includes a chart of famous writers and their waking-up habits vs. productivity levels. Here's a shortcut to the chart: https://www.brainpickings.org/2013/12/16/writers-wakeup-times-literary-productivity-visualization/. The chart is hard to summarize but the author with most books and genres combined with the most awards is Ray Bradbury, who woke up at 9 am everyday. 

The article references a book called The Psychology or Writing by Ronald T. Kellogg but the only affordable version is on Kindle or from your local library. While looking for that book I also came across this interesting workbook called The Psychology Workbook for Writers by Darian Smith, which steps you through how to create well-rounded fiction characters.

Finally, while I was visiting the brainpickings.org site today, a pop-up window came up saying, "Hey, I thought you could use a poem today." And boy, I sure could. What a nice websity thing to do!

It's like a free gift at checkout!

The Essay Project: Who Owns Art

Chinua-achebeSome days in our Essay class, we'd get two essays in one packet. These two essays by Chinua Achebe come from his book Hopes and Impediments: Selected Essays. Both essays cover Western ideas about individuality, which track nicely to our current conversations and struggles in the Age of Narcissism.

Essay one: “The Writer and His Community”

Achebe  says, “One of the most critical consequences of the transition from oral traditions to written forms of literature is the emergence of individual authorship.” He talks about the physical transformation as well: “…a story that is told has no physical form or solidity, a book has: it is a commodity and can be handled and moved about.”

Igbo artists “are always careful to disclaim all credit for making.” Achebe quotes Herbert Cole as saying, “A former onyemgbe fears that he might slip up and say, ‘Look, I did this figure.” If he [says] that, he has killed himself. The god that owns that work will kill him.”

John Plamenatz is quoted as saying, “The artist ploughs his own furrow, the scholar, even in the privacy of his study, cultivates a common filed.’" Achebe continues, "It has been said that the American Ralph Waldo Emerson was the first to use the word ‘individualism’ in the English language, rather approvingly, as a definition for the way of life which upholds the primacy of the individual.”

“Western man [has] made the foundation of his philosophical edifice, including the existence of God, contingent on his own first person singular!…Perhaps it is the triumphant, breathtaking egocentrism of that declaration that occasionally troubles the non-Western mind.”

The west “prompted the view the view of society and of culture as a prisonhouse from which the individual must escape in order to find space and fulfillment….when people speak glibly of fulfillment they often mean self-gratification, which is easy, short-livid and self-centered. Like drugs, it has to be experienced frequently, preferably in increasing doses.”

“Fulfillment is other-centered, a giving or subduing of the self, perhaps to somebody, perhaps to a cause; in any event to something external to it. Those who have experienced fulfillment all attest to the reality of this otherness.”

It’s interesting to contemplate what this means for our philosophy of living, but this essay is actually asking us to consider our ideas of the self when we write or create art pieces.

“…resulting art is important because it is at the centre of the life of the people and so can fulfill some of that need that first led man to make art: the need to afford himself through his imagination an alternative handle on reality.”

It's true, however, that the Igbo community supports its artists. They won't starve by creating art for the community for free. But I think Achebe is not necessarily talking about support as much as he is referencing the credit we seek or demand, the ego that wants to place yourself into the creation story.

Read the online version here.

Essay two: “The Igbo World and Its Art”
Igbo African art is “never tranquil, but mobile and active, even aggressive.” Apparently there are no private art collections among Igbo people. Art is always spiritual and public.

Rune Stones Readings, Mark Twain and Beowulf

MusetonesCreative Rune Stones

So last December our living room flooded. Last week we had to move everything for some new flooring. While I was putting stuff back I decided to revisit these Stones from the Muse, basically a bag of rune stones for jumpstarting creativity.

A book comes with a bag of stones and in the book there are configurations for types of stone pulls you can do.

 

 

 

 

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I chose to work with the Conscious and Subconscious configuration first. I pulled these stones:

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Seed (ideas) (Conscious)

The book reading for this stone said my mind is a compost heap. It develops its own heat. It’s a fertile bed of ideas that come from everywhere. I have to nurture it, turn the compost heap or it will get stinky and stagnant. I must make choices or the heap will choke anything I'm trying to grow. I need to thin out the heap sometimes.

(The book didn't say this but I also think it helps being organized.)

Eggs (potential) (Subconscious)

I need to start working more fully with my mind and heart. If I'm blocked, I need to give something up: a chore, a defense mechanism, an idea about my persona. I need to schedule time, if even 15 minutes to make progress. What’s in the way of my going deeper or doing something different? I need to make some purposeful mistakes to see what happens.

Tidbits from The Atlantic

I'm getting to the end of reading through my 2016-7 gift subscription to The Atlantic. A few mentionable literary pieces:

IN Mark Twain's book The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, one of the printing plates was vandalized pre-publication and a plate-designer gave Silas the preacher an erect penis (which the illustrator didn't illustrate). Much money was offered as a reward but none of the 50 pressmen would fess up to the alteration of the plate. Door-to-door salesmen of the book were asked to rip the illustration out of their copies. This reminds us Twain's novels were one of the first great American lit books sold door to door. Read the full blurb.

And Beowulf is being revisited for lack of transcendence and the story's attraction to pop re-tellings.

Poems in the World: Old and New

LookupVideo Poem

You may have seen this video by Gary Turk about disengaging from technology. It was recommended, ironically, by someone high up in our IT department.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7dLU6fk9QY

Which is amazing in and of itself. This is the same person who told us last year to stop emailing each other so much and pick up a phone. I think people (even in tech) are starting to see the damage that tech can do to social engagement and work processes.

Another amazing thing: I took me a minute and 40 seconds to realize the video was a poem!

There's some great shots in the video, especially the time progression of the poet standing looking at his phone while tons of life passes him by unseen.

I found a not-so-nasty but rebuttal of a parody: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Jhd3HXcaEk

Although the parody is too dismissive of the problems in tech-dependency, it does make some good points. Like when your bike breaks, you can learn to fix it on YouTube. My family leaned on Zoom technology this weekend to enable more family to attend my aunt's funeral in the time of Covid-19. It's not all bad. It's just bad if you can't stop.

BlueuNew/Old Publication News

Good albeit old news. I'm in the not-so-latest issue of Blue Unicorn, February & June 2009 issue!
(not the same cover, left)

Back in 2008 I lived in Venice, California, with Mr. Cher Scholar and had the poem "Bluestone" from Why Photographers Commit Suicide accepted by this journal. But then we moved to Redondo Beach in early 2009 and it's possible my contributors copies did not forward.

Anyway, I assumed the magazine folded or they changed their mind. But years later I found a spreadsheet of my acceptances and I was reminded about this one. So for ten years my to-do list has included the task of researching the missing contributors copies.

I tried to email the magazine years ago but the email bounced. I tried again last month and they responded. And sent me my belated copies! Whoo hoo!

Inside is one of my many name experiments: I'm listed as Mary Elizabeth Ladd.

The Essay Project: Why Am I A Poet?

Lynn-Emanuel-by-Heather-Kresge-COLORThis week's essay is "The Politics of Narrative—Why I Am a Poet" by Lynn Emmanuel.

 My big stack of essays came from a class I took once at Sarah Lawrence College back in the 1990s, a class on reading and writing poetry essays and we also did a Wen Fu project, which is basically a set of ars poetica poems or poems about writing poems, essentially a poetry essay in poetry form. Suzanne Gardiner taught the class and I loved it. But not all the essays where technically academic essays. Some were news articles and book chapters.

Here is an example of one of the pieces that defies categorization, a more creative pieces about the creative process, almost a memoir about process. It’s short and I probably find it more interesting now than I did back then when I first read it in my 20s. What an unusual way to explain poetry, of being “tired of beauty” and then falling for it anyway or like a rezzcipe…and how its all delivered almost like from a barfly bending your ear over a night of regrets and hard booze. The best part:

I’m kind of a conceptual storyteller. In fact, I’m kind of a conceptual liver. I prefer the cookbook to thee actual meal. Feeling bores me. That’s why I write poetry. In poetry you just give the instructions to the reader and say, “Reader, you go on from here.” And what I like about poetry is its readers, because those are giving people. I mean, those are people you can trust to get the job done. They pull their own weight. If I had to have someone at my back in a dark alley, I’d want it to be a poetry reader.”

Amen.

A very funny and illuminating little piece

Essay Project: Writing Workshops

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This week's essay is more of an online article on Literary Hub but it's really good: "Unsilencing the Writing Workshop" by Beth Nguyen. 

I was resistant to these ideas about restructuring the writing workshop at first. After decades as a student, I had grown accustomed to the imperfect edict of staying silent while other writers critiqued my work. Always, some responses were completely self-centered (“I’m just not into this genre you’re doing…I would switch to this genre that I like") and comments were often conflicting. But on the other hand, poets talking about their own work in a workshop can get unproductive and highly defensive themselves. Some poets tend to do more talking than listening. They enroll in the workshop seeking praise and glory and, if it's not forthcoming, try to talk everyone into giving it.

But Nguyen makes a very good point about the need to eliminate conversations that plummet down rabbit holes, confusions that can be easily fixed if writers could chime in even briefly. Much time is wasted “talking about a plot point or logistical matter that could easily be cleared up by simply asking the writer what was intended.” And eliminating these pointless distractions would leave more time for substantial structural conversations.

There’s a fine line between a writer mistakenly forgetting crucial information in a piece and a reader who wants to be coddled and not have research any detail. It's true, as Beth Nguyen says, no one can agree on what constitutes basic knowledge. In her example, the idea of dim sum took a workshop discussion down an irrelevant path because some readers didn't know what this dim sum was. She illustrates how basic knowledge falls along cultural groups.

From Nguyen's comments, it occurred to me that the current workshop process (with its silent authors) follows the New Criticism's austere paradigm. And it is a political, biased and very outdated paradigm. As Nguyen insists, “a text doesn’t exist without its author or without the time, place and circumstances—political, cultural, and more—in which it needed to be created.”

This is my problem with New Criticism in a nutshell. In this blog, I've compared it to Hercule Poirot refusing to see any other evidence but what is found at the scene of a crime. Who would do that?

“Workshops are always personal,” says Nguyen. Sad but true. Readers can’t check their biases outside of premiseses of a workshop. They just can't seem to do it. 

Nguyen says opening workshops to comments from the authors created an uplifted mood in the classes. Authors were able to discuss their intentions and help the group refocus. That led to less off-base prescribing and more open-ended questioning in the class.

NaPoWriMo 2020: The Final Set

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Yesterday was the end of NaPoWriMo 2020. I’m sure coronavirus made these poems bleaker than normal. I’m also sure my zapped energy levels made some of the poets a bit Wallace-Stevensish and too vague on certain days.

The month sped by however. Each year feels like it's a shorter time span of work.

Notes on my process this year: the only thing I researched ahead of time were the list  of self help topics. Each morning around 8 am I began to work out a poem with some raw notes. Then I’d log onto my computer and draft the thing out, polishing it as much as I could before I ran out of time and had to start work.

Here is the full set:

The Death of Self Help

  1. Mastering the Wheel
  2. Nobody Else Is Their
  3. Setting Goals
  4. Take It Easy
  5. MessyVerse
  6. The Magic of PPT
  7. Ten (Contextually Snarky) Words to Improve Your Vocabulary
  8. Mouse in the Maze
  9. Sinkhole
  10. Time Boss
  11. Good Habits are Rice Cakes
  12. Dealing with Grief
  13. Preach
  14. Good Boy!
  15. Identity Politics
  16. Vulnerable 
  17. Syns of the Self
  18. Treasure Island
  19. Electric Fence
  20. Fresh Start
  21. Something Is Happening
  22. Self-Help Workbook
  23. Side One: Furtiveness
  24. Side Two: Assertiveness
  25. Restaurants
  26. Scaffolding
  27. Range of Motion
  28. The Great Love
  29. Mount Catharsis
  30. The End

 

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