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It’s obvious to readers of this blog that I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. I have a funny relationship with poetry. I have published a little in Canadian journals, but nothing for 10 years or so now. I have been involved in the Canadian literary scene, on the margins, as an associate editor of ARC magazine<\/A> for a couple of issues, through which I stumbled around the Ottawa literary scene. <\/p>\n

I haven’t written much poetry for a few years, although lately I have been writing a little more.<\/p>\n

But mostly, I have been reading, and with few exceptions, I have read poetry from most of my adult life. So it’s no surprise that I should find many nuggets of beauty that propel this blog along in the world of poetry. <\/p>\n

And, in what amounts to a real life synchronicity that is usually reserved for surfing the web, I had an interesting revelation about poetics.<\/p>\n

I was reading the introduction to Poems for the Millennium<\/A><\/I>, a fantastic compendium of poetic style and evolution over the twentieth century. In the introduction, Jerome Rothenberg and Pierre Joris write about how the turbulence and ideological struggles of the twentieth century have informed the poetics and the practice of poetry around the world. Advances in form closely mirror revolutions in social and political thought.<\/p>\n

And then I had this thought, which at the time I recorded in verse:<\/p>\n

Simplicity – the tyranny of simplicity
\ndemands not chaos, not unrelented destruction
\nfor indeed that is what it leads to –
\nthe smoothed out forms of jungle and desert
\nas canvases upon which the poetry of
\nthe century has played out.<\/p>\n

When simplicity reduces depth to span
\nspreading out in all directions, free
\nof depth or anything left to interpret
\nthen analysis is rendered superfluous
\nor, more exactly, dangerous
\nbecause it implies that there is something
\nleft to read.<\/p>\n

Is there nothing left to read?
\nOr is history now laid bare for us to re-examine?
\nIs everything not new now open for a second glance?
\nThat which we glossed over before
\ncomes to light with the sharpened gaze
\nNow imploring us to read?<\/p>\n

In fact, one might wonder at all that
\nis new. Who could write new things
\nwhen there is so much we have missed
\nskimmed over and forgotten? Ticked it off the list
\nwithout ever seeing it
\nnoted it as received without it ever arriving.<\/p>\n

Calls that arose in time of deliberate confusion
\nNow seem to me to be ripe to hear.
\nThe gift and the warning that was buried
\nin the time capsules of prior effort
\nspeak to this time when depth is
\nmelting away, filled in, paved over and closed.<\/p>\n

So this modern context, this 21st century seems to me to be dominated by a public poetics of simplification, where we are sold a bill of good that makes it easy for domineering agendas to skate across our field of view. It seems to me that these times demand a poetry of depth and multiplicity so that we as readers don’t lose the faculty that the 20th century poets hammered into us: to recognize that there is more here than meets the eye. <\/p>\n

It also seems that these times require us to look at old things, like the Bible, Buddhist suttas, pre-modern poetry and so on with a view to imagining the complexities that each of these things embody. There must be something else going on below the surface. To see things as they are is to accede to the kind of seeing and reading that will anchor us to the agendas of over simplification being sold to us every day.<\/p>\n

Rothenberg and Joris quote Blake: “poetry fettr’d, fetters the human race.” They recast this observation noting that “poetry set free can free or open up the human mind.”<\/p>\n

So all of this is running through my head, and I surf from Rothenberg and Joris to Blake, taking a turn at Bernstein and end up reading Ron Silliman’s blog<\/A> where he seems to be chasing the same cat up the tree:<\/p>\n

\n
The underlying problem is not that certainty is the opposite of doubt, but rather that certainty is the opposite of complexity. I sometimes think that the political spectrum today runs not on a left-right axis, but rather on a simple-complex one. That’s why opposing the Rush Limbaughs of the world with leftward radio ranting never works – while it may counter the reactionaries at one level, it functionally concurs with them on a deeper, in some ways more profound one, insisting that the world is simple. Just pick the red team or the blue team…<\/p>\n

[snip]<\/p>\n

In practice, Duncan & Olson are both interested in a poetry that is exploratory, almost – especially in Olson’s case – as a mode of investigative thinking prior to (& really quite apart from) any interest in the text as a made or finished art object. Thus doubt, or Doubt, is a primary ingredient for each. This isn’t at all far from Charles Bernstein’s concept of poetry as the active aspect of philosophy. And one can find approximate parallels in all manner of other art forms, from the films of Stan Brakhage, Michael Snow, Henry Hills or Abigail Childs, to the music of Cecil Taylor, John Zorn or Anthony Braxton. Think of Harry Partch, whose music required him not only to compose it, especially those songs derived from graffiti and the letters of hobos (an amazing use of found language given how very early on it is), and to invent his own instruments on which to perform these strange compositions, & finally even to invent his own 72-tone scale in which to hear it. In order to take responsibility like that for every single element that enters into his art, Partch has to put into question anything he might have “learned” about music. That seems to me a very clear demonstration of how an artist doubts.<\/BLOCKQUOTE>\n<\/div>\n

Great stuff.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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