Before Modernism, poetry was a
straightforward matter. Indeed the definition of poetry could be looked
up in a
dictionary. 'Poetry,' says the Shorter Oxford Dictionary, 'is elevated
thought or feeling in metrical or rhythmic form'. And the bulk of
poetry learned at school (and probably still remembered) was indeed
like that: striking in thought and
persuasively harmonious in expression. There was hardly a need for a
definition of
poetry: poems were self-evidently passages of beautiful writing, shaped
by rhyme and metre about a moving or uplifting theme. Amateur poetry is
still that way, of course, and immensely popular, far more so than the
work being appearing in literary magazines or the Arts section of our
leading newspapers.
However out of touch, traditionalists believe that poems give enduring and universal life to what was merely transitory and particular. Through them, the poet expresses his vision, real or imaginative, and he does so in forms that are intelligible and pleasurable to others, and likely to arouse emotions akin to his own. Poetry is language organised for aesthetic purposes. Whatever else it does, poetry must bear witness, must fulfil the cry: 'let not my heart forget what mine eyes have seen.' A poem is distinguished by the feeling that dictates it and that which it communicates, by the economy and resonance of its language, and by the imaginative power that integrates, intensifies and enhances experience. Poems bear some relationship to real life but are equally autonomous and in-dependent entities that contain within themselves the reason why they are so and not otherwise. Unlike discourse, which proceeds by logical steps, poetry is intuited whole as a presentiment of thought and/or feeling. Workaday prose is an abbreviation of reality: poetry is its intensification.
Poems have a transcendental quality: there is a sudden transformation through which words assume a particular importance. Like a bar of music, or a small element in a holographic image, a phrase in a poem has the power to immediately call up whole ranges of possibilities and expectations. Art is a way of knowing, and is valu-able in proportion to the justice with which it evaluates that knowledge. Poetry is an embodiment of human values, not a kind of syntax. True symbolism in poetry allows the particular to represent the more general, not as a dream or shadow, but as the momentary, living revelation of the inscrutable.
The poet's task is to resurrect the outer, transient and perishable world within himself, to transform it into something much more real. He must recognize pattern wherever he sees it, and build his perceptions into poetic form that has the coherence and urgency to persuade us of its truth: the intellectual has to be fused with the sensuous meaning. All poets borrow, but where good po-ets improve on their borrowing, the bad debase. The greatness of the poet is measurable by the real significance of the resemblances on which he builds, the depth of the roots in the constitution, if not of the physical world, then of the moral and emotional nature of man.
Poetry can be verse or prose. Verse has a strong metrical element. An inner music is the soul of poetry. Poetry withers and dries out when it leaves music, or at least some imagined music, too far behind. The diction of poetry is a fiction, neither that of the speaker nor the audience. Without its contrivance po-etry is still possible, but is immensely poorer.
Subtly the vocabulary of poetry changes with the period, but words too familiar or too remote defeat the pur-pose of the poet.
But today's 'serious poetry' is a different creature, unashamedly Modernist,
if we include Postmodernism and
experimental poetry in the term. Serious poetry is the poetry written
in schools
and poetry workshops, published by hundreds of small presses, and
reviewed by serious newspapers and literary journals — a highbrow,
coterie poetry that isn't popular and doesn't profess to be. To its
devotees, Modernist styles are the only way of dealing with
contemporary matters, and they do not see them as a specialized
development of traditional poetry, small elements being pushed in
unusual directions, and sometimes extended beyond the limits of ready
comprehension.
For the 'difficulties' with Modernism I look at the work of Ezra
Pound, T.S. Eliot, Wallace Stevens,
William Carlos Williams, W.H. Auden, J.H. Prynne, John Ashbery and
Geoffrey Hill. But rather than accept these as shortcomings of the
poetry itself, what, in fact, prevents the
poem working properly
— i.e. the obscurity, plain prose styles and the cleverness that
doesn't quite deliver
sense — contemporaries have championed these as distinctive
and necessary features of poetry today. To be authentic, a poem must
be
Modernist, and only with such characteristics can a poem find a quality
publisher. A definition of poetry today is scarcely possible, but we
can note its underlying beliefs and assumptions:
1. Experimentation
Belief that previous writing was stereotyped and inadequate
Ceaseless technical innovation, sometimes for its own sake
Originality: deviation from the norm, or from usual reader expectations
Ruthless rejection of the past, even iconoclasm
2. Anti-realism
Sacralisation of art, which must represent itself, not something beyond
Preference for allusion (often private) rather than description
World seen through the artist's inner feelings and mental states
Themes and vantage points chosen to question the conventional view
Use of myth and unconscious forces rather than motivations of
conventional plot
3. Individualism
Promotion of the artist's viewpoint, at the expense of the communal
Cultivation of an individual consciousness, which alone is the final
arbiter
Estrangement from religion, nature, science, economy or social
mechanisms
Maintenance of a wary intellectual independence
Artists and not society should judge the arts: extreme
self-consciousness
Search for the primary image, devoid of comment: stream of consciousness
Exclusiveness, an aristocracy of the avant-garde
4. Intellectualism
Writing more cerebral than emotional
Work is tentative, analytical and fragmentary, more posing questions
more than answering them
Cool observation: viewpoints and characters detached and depersonalized
Open-ended work, not finished, nor aiming at formal perfection
Involuted: the subject is often act of writing itself and not the
ostensible referent
Definitions of Poetry
Since poetry is an art form, it should be governed by the general
rules of art. Definitions are tricky matters, as lawyers find when
wording
documents that unambiguously refer to the terms of an agreement, but in
place of a definition of poetry we could look at aesthetics, the
philosophy of
art. Where a definition could be unfairly applied by one school of
poetry to exclude another — and today there are many contending
schools, all rigorously opposed to each other — philosophy attempts to
find the generality that is true across all possible worlds. What
indeed is art? What (to adopt the philosopher's approach)
are its necessary and sufficient conditions?
Here is a brief overview, which may be skipped by the busy reader, but
shows how little the serious poetry article generally understands of
the larger dimensions of art. (The material has been quarried from my
free ebook Background to Critical
Theory, which is extensively annotated.)
Many have been proposed —
countless, stretching back to ancient Greece — but one of the most
complete is that of Tatarkiewicz. His six conditions are: beauty, form,
representation, reproduction of reality, artistic expression and
innovation. Will that do? Unfortunately, it is difficult to pin these
terms down sufficiently, to incorporate them into necessary and
sufficient conditions — do they all have to be present? — and to
cover the aspect of quality. Even in the most hackneyed piece of
commercial art we shall find these conditions satisfied to some extent.
How do we specify the sufficient extent? By common agreement, a
consensus of public taste? {1}
Take a less time-bound view and consider art down the ages? Then we
have problems of shifting boundaries and expectations. The Greeks did
not distinguish between art and craft, but used the one word, techné,
and judged achievement on goodness of use. In fact not until 1746 did
Charles Batteux separate the fine arts from the mechanical arts, and
only in the last hundred years has such stress been laid on originality
and personal expression. Must we then abandon the search for
definitions, and look closer at social agreements and expectations?
That would be a defeat for rationality, philosophers might feel, it
being their role to arrive at clear, abstract statements that are true
regardless of place or speaker. But perhaps (as Strawson and others
have remarked) art may be one of those fundamental categories which
cannot be analysed further, cannot be broken into more basic terms. And
there is always Wittgenstein's scepticism about definitions —
that terms commonly have a plexus of overlapping applications, meaning
lying in the ways words are used, and not in any fiat of God or
philosophers. {1}
Aesthetic Qualities
Suppose, to take Wittgenstein's scepticism further, we dropped the
search for definitions but looked to the characteristics of art, the
effects and properties that were needed in large measure for something
to establish itself as ‘art’. What would they be? One would be beauty,
surely — i.e. proportion, symmetry, order in variety that
pleases. Beauty therefore comes down to feelings — not individual and
transient feelings necessarily, but matters that ultimately cannot be
rationalized? Yes, said David Hume and George Santayana. But then, said
Wittgenstein, we should have to deny that aesthetic descriptions had
any objectivity at all, which is surely untrue. We may not know whether
to call some writing ‘plodding’ or simply ‘slow-moving’, but we don't
call it ‘energetic’. {1}
Very well, do we need to enquire further into beauty? Probably, since
it is a term useful and universal. But contemporary philosophers have
great difficulties in analysing the term properly — i.e. into abstract,
freestanding propositions that are eternally true. Art certainly speaks
to us down the ages, and we should like to think it was through a
common notion of beauty. But look at examples. We revere the sculpture
of fourth century Athens, but the Middle Ages did not. We prefer those
marbles in their current white purity whereas in fact the Greeks
painted them as garishly as fairground models. We cannot, it appears,
ignore the context of art, and indeed have to show how the context
contributes. Clearly, beauty is not made to a recipe, and if individual
artworks have beauty, they do not exemplify some abstract notion of it.
{1}
Dangers of Aesthetics
Poets have therefore been somewhat chary of aesthetics, feeling that
poetry is too various and protean to conform to rules. Theory should
not
lead practice, they feel, but follow at a respectful distance. Put the
cart before the horse and theory will more restrict than inform or
inspire. Moreover professionals — those who live by words, and
correspondingly have to make words live for them — are unimpressed by
the cumbersome and opaque style of academia. Any directive couched in
such language seems very dubious. For surely literature is not made
according to rules, but the rules are deduced from literature —
rationalized from good works of art to understand better what they have
in common. And if theorists (philosophers, sociologists, linguists,
etc.) do not have a strongly-developed aesthetic sense — which, alas,
they often demonstrate — then their theories are simply beside the
point. {1}
But theory need not be that way. Rather than prescribe it may clarify.
No doubt, as Russell once wryly observed, philosophy starts by
questioning what no one would seriously doubt, and ends in asserting
what no one can believe, but creative literature is not without its own
shortcomings. Much could be learnt by informed debate between the
disciplines, and a willingness of parties to look through each other's
spectacles. Obtuse and abstract as it may be, philosophy does push
doggedly on, arriving at viewpoints which illuminate some aspects of
art. {1}
Art as Representation
What is the first task of art in any form? To represent. Yes, there is
abstract
painting, and music represents nothing unless it be feelings in
symbolic form, but literature has always possessed an element of
mimesis, copying, representation. Attempts are periodically made to
purge literature of this matter-of-fact, utilitarian end — Persian
mysticism, haiku evocation, poésie pure, etc. — but representation
always returns. {1}
How is the representation achieved? No one supposes it is a simple
matter, or that codes, complex social transactions, understandings
between speakers, genre requirements etc. do not play a large if
somewhat unfathomed part. Our understanding is always shaping our
experiences, and there is no direct apperception of chair, table, apple
in the simple-minded way that the Logical Positivists sometimes
asserted. Words likewise do not stand in one-to-one relationships to
objects, but belong to a community of relationships — are part, very
often, of a dialogue that writing carries on with other writings. Even
when we point and say ‘that is a chair’, a wealth of understandings
underlies this simple action — most obviously in the grammar and
behavioural expectations. The analytical schools have investigated
truth and meaning to an extent unimaginable to the philosophically
untutored. They have tried to remove the figurative, and to represent
matters in propositional language that verges on logic. Very technical
procedures have been adopted to sidestep paradoxes, and a universal
grammar has been proposed to explain and to some extent replace the ad
hoc manner in which language is made and used. Thousands of man-lives
have gone into these attempts, which aim essentially to fashion an
ordered, logically transparent language that will clarify and possibly
resolve the questions philosophers feel impelled to ask. {1}
Much has been learnt, and it would be uncharitable to call the
enterprise a failure. Yet language has largely evaded capture in this
way, and few philosophers now think the objectives are attainable. Even
had the goals been gained, there would still have remained the task of
mapping our figurative, everyday use of language onto this logically
pure language. And of justifying the logic of that language, which is
not a self-evident matter. There are many forms of
logic, each with its strengths and limitations, and even mathematics,
that most intellectually secure of human creations, suffers from
lacunae, areas of overlap and uncertainties. But that is not a cause
for despair. Or for embracing the irrationalism of the
Poststructuralists who assert that language is a closed system — an
endless web of word — associations, each interpretation no more
justified than the next. But it does remind us that language becomes
available to us through the medium in which it is formulated. And that
literature of all types — written, spoken, colloquial, formal —
incorporates reality, but also partly reconstitutes it according to its
own rules. {1}
Art as Emotional Expression
Suppose we return to simpler matters. Art is emotionally alive. We are
delighted, elated, suffused with a bitter sweetness of sorrow, etc.,
rejecting as sterile anything which fails to move us. But are these the
actual emotions that the artist has felt and sought to convey? It is
difficult to know. Clearly we can't see into the minds of artists — not
in the case of dead artists who have left no explanatory notes, and not
generally in contemporary cases where artists find their feelings
emerge in the making of the artwork. Then, secondly, we wouldn't
measure the greatness of art by the intensity of emotion — unless we
accept that a football match is a greater work of art than a
Shakespeare play. And thirdly there is the inconvenient but well-known
fact that artists work on ‘happy’ and ‘sad’ episodes simultaneously.
They feel and shape the emotion generated by their work, but are not
faithfully expressing some pre-existing emotion. {1}
Some theorists have in fact seen art more as an escape from feeling.
Neurotic artists find their work therapeutic, and hope the disturbance
and healing will also work its power on the audience. And if Aristotle
famously spoke of the catharsis of tragedy, did he mean arousing
emotions or releasing them — i.e. do artists express their own emotions
or evoke something appropriate from the audience? Most would say the
latter since raw, truthful, sincere emotion is often very
uncomfortable, as in the brute sex act or the TV appeal by distraught
parents. Whatever the case, art is clearly a good deal more than
emotional expression, and at least requires other features: full and
sensitive representation, pleasing and appropriate form, significance
and depth of content. {1}
Form and Beauty: Autonomy of Art
And so we come to form. Beauty we have glanced at, but if we drop that
term, so troublesome and unfashionable today, there remains
organization: internal consistency, coherence, a selection and shaping
of elements to please us. And please us the art object must —
genuinely, immediately, irrationally — by the very way it presents
itself. How exactly? Plato, Aristotle, Aquinas, Hume, Kant, Hegel,
Croce, and dozens of contemporary philosophers have all made important
contributions, but the variety of art makes generalization difficult,
and explanations are naturally couched in the philosophic concerns of
the time. {1}
But something can be said. Art presents itself as an autonomous,
self-enclosing entity. The stage, picture frame, etc. give an aesthetic
distance, tell us that what is shown or enacted serves no practical
end, and is not to be judged so. We are drawn in — engrossed,
enraptured — but we are also free to step back and admire the crafting,
to exercise our imagination, and to enjoy disinterestedly what can be
more complete and vivid than real life. Is this autonomy necessary?
Until the last century most artists and commentators said yes. They
believed that harmony in variety, detachment, balance, luminous
wholeness, organic coherence, interacting inevitability and a host of
other aspects were important, perhaps amounting to a definition of
poetry. Many contemporary poets do not. They seek to confront, engage
in non-aesthetic ways
with their public, to bring art out into the streets. Successfully, or
so the trendier critics would persuade us, though the public remains
sceptical. Modernism is taught in state schools, but Postmodernist has
yet to win acceptance. {1}
Art as Purposeful Activity
Art, says the tax-paying citizen, is surely not entertainment, or not
wholly so. Writers aim at some altruistic and larger purpose, or we
should not fete them in the media and in academic publications. We
don't want to be preached at, but artists reflect their times, which
means that their productions give us the opportunity to see our
surroundings more clearly, comprehensively and affectionately. And not
only to see, say Marxist and politically-orientated commentators, but
to change. Poets have very real responsibilities, perhaps even to fight
male chauvinism, ethnic prejudice, third-world exploitation, believe
the politically correct. {1}
Artist-Centred Philosophies
With the advent of psychology, and the means of examining the
physiological processes of the human animal, one focus of attention has
become the artist himself. Indeed, Benedetto Croce and R.G. Collingwood
felt that the work of art was created in the artist's mind, the
transposing of it to paper or music or canvas being subsidiary and
unimportant. But the transposing is for most artists the very nature of
their art, and few conceive work completely and exactly beforehand.
John Dewey stressed that knowledge was acquired through doing, and that
the artist's intentions were both modified and inspired by the medium
concerned. For Suzanne Langer the artist's feelings emerged with the
forms of expression — which were not feelings expressed but ideas of
feeling: part of a vast stock which the artist draws on, combines and
modifies. Of course there is always something inexplicable, even
magical, about good writing. It just came to me, says the writer: the
words wrote themselves. That and the intertextuality of writing — that
writing calls on and borrows from other pieces of writing, establishing
itself within a community of understandings and conventions — led
Roland Barthes to assert that the writer does not exist, that writing
writes itself. {1}
Certainly writing is inextricably part of thinking, and
we do not have something in our minds that we later clothe in words.
But most writing needs shaping, reconsidering, rewriting, so that the
author is not some passive, spiritualist medium. Moreover, though we
judge the finished work, and not the writer's intentions (supposing we
could ever know them exactly) it is common knowledge that writers often
have a small stock of themes which they constantly extract and rework:
themes which are present in their earliest efforts and which do indeed
reflect or draw substance from their experiences. Biography, social
history, psychology do tell us something about artistic creations. {1}
Viewer-Centred Philosophies
Given that poets find themselves through their work, and do not
know
until afterwards what they had in mind, it may be wiser to look a art
from the outside, from the viewer's perspective. We expect literature,
for example, to hold something in the mind with particular sensitivity
and exactness, and to hold it there by attention to the language in
which it is formulated. Special criteria can apply. We feel terror and
pity in the theatre, but are distanced, understanding that we don't
need to call the police. We obey the requirements of genre and social
expectations, making a speech on a public platform being very different
from what we say casually to friends. We look for certain formal
qualities in art — exactness, balance, vivid evocation, etc. — and
expect these qualities to grow naturally from inside rather than be
imposed from without. We realize that art produces a pleasure different
from intellectual or sensuous one — unreflective enjoyment, but one
also pregnant with important matters. Change one feature and we know
instinctively that something is wrong. {1}
How? Perhaps as we instinctively
detect a lapse in grammar, by referring to tacit rules or codes. Nelson
Goodman argued that art was essentially a system of denotation, a set
of symbols, even a code that we unravel, the code arbitrary but made
powerful by repeated practice. Edwin Panofsky suggested that symbols
could be studied on three levels — iconic (the dog resembles a dog),
iconographic (the dog stands for loyalty) or iconological (the dog
represents some metaphysical claim about the reality of the physical
world). Hence the importance of a wide understanding of the artist and
his times. And why no appeals to good intentions, or to morally
uplifting content, will reason us into liking something that does not
really appeal. {1}
Art as Social Objects
But can we suppose that content doesn't matter? Not in the end. Art of
the Third Reich and of communist Russia was often technically good, but
we don't take it to our hearts. Marxist philosophers argue that art is
the product of social conditions, and John Berger, for example,
regarded oil paintings as commodities enshrining the values of a
consumerist society. Hermeneutists argue that the art produced by
societies allows them to understand themselves — so that we have
devastating judgements skulking in the wartime portraits of Hitler, and
in scenes of a toiling but grateful Russian proletariat. They are
untrue in a way obvious to everyone. {1}
But if society ultimately makes the judgements, who in society decides
which artistic expressions it will commission and support? Not
everyone. Appreciation requires experience and training, in making
quality judgements, and in deciding the criteria. Some criteria can be
variable (subject matter), some are standard (music is not painting)
and some are decided by the history of the art or genre in question
(paintings are static and two-dimensional). But additionally there are
questions of authority and status. Institutionalists like George Dickie
say simply that an object becomes art when approved sections of society
confer that status on it. But that only shifts the question: how
can we be sure such sections are not furthering their careers in the
cosy world of money, media and hype? Ted Cohen could not really find
such rituals of conferral, and Richard Wollheim wanted the reasons for
such conferral: what were they exactly? Arthur Danto introduced
the term ‘artworld’ , but emphasize that successful candidates had to
conform to current theories of art. Individual or arbitrary fiats were
not persuasive. Those that see contemporary poetry as a country club,
whose committe members are continually handing out prices to each
other, must concede that, nonetheless, there must rules and minimum requirements. {1}
But are there not more important considerations? However portrayed in
the popular press, artists, writers and poets lead hard lives, for the
most part solitary,
unrecognised and ill-rewarded. What drives them on? Vanity in part, and
deep personal problems — plus, it may be, a wish to overcome feelings
of inadequacy deriving from youth or the home background. But artists
are not always more febrile or bohemian than others, or at least the
evidence of them being so is open to question. When asked, artists
usually speak of some desire to make sense of themselves and their
surroundings. They feel a little apart from life, and do not understand
why the public can skim over the surface, never troubling itself with
the deep questions that cause elation, anguish and wonder. Literature,
say writers, brings them experiences saturated with meaning, in which
they perceive the fittingness of the world and their own place within
it. The concepts of their own vision are inescapable theirs, and they
can only hope these concepts are also important to the society from
which they draw their support and inspiration.’ {1}
Modern poetry evolved by various routes.
From Symbolism it took allusiveness in style and an interest in
rarefied mental states. From Realism it borrowed an urban setting, and
a willingness to break taboos. And from Romanticism came an
artist-centred view, and retreat into irrationalism and hallucinations.
No one would willingly lose the best that has been written in the last
hundred years, but the present state of poetry suggests earlier doubts
are coming home to roost.
Modernism's
ruthless self-promotion has created intellectual castes that cut
themselves
off from the hopes and joys of everyday life. Its poetry can be built
on the flimsiest of foundations: Freudian psychiatry, verbal
cleverness, individualism run riot, anti-realism, over-emphasis on the
irrational. The concepts themselves are doubtful, and the supporting
myths too small and self-admiring to show man in his fullest nature.
Sales of early Modernist poetry books were laughably small, indeed, and
it was
largely
after the Second World War, when the disciples of Modernism rose to
positions of influence in the academic and publishing worlds, that
Modernism came the lingua franca of the educated classes. The older
generation of readers gradually died out. Literature for them was
connoisseurship, a lifetime of deepening familiarity with authors who
couldn't be analysed in critical theory, or packed into three-year
undergraduate courses.
One feature above all is striking in
Modernism: experimentation, change for the sake of change, a need to be
constantly at the cutting edge in technique and thought. {2} Perhaps
this was understandable in a society itself
changing rapidly. The First World War shattered many beliefs — in
peaceful progress, international cooperation, the superiority of the
European civilizations. It also outlawed a high-minded and heroic
vocabulary: "gallant, manly, vanquish, fate", etc. could afterwards
only be used in an ironic or jocular way. {3} But more fundamental was
the nineteenth century growth in city life, in industrial employment,
in universal literacy, in the power of mass patronage and the vote.
Science and society could evolve and innovate, so why not art?
But in its desire to retain intellectual ascendancy, art overlooked one
crucial distinction. Science tests, improves and builds, but does not
wantonly tear down. Extensive modification of established conceptions
is difficult, and starting afresh in the manner of the Modernist artist
would be unthinkable. There is simply too much to know and master, and
the scientific community insists on certain apprenticeships and
procedures. Originality is not prized in the way commonly supposed.
And must art represent its time? Not in any simple way. Very different
artworks may originate in the same society at the same time — those of
Hals and Rembrandt, for example. Art history naturally wishes to draw
everything into its study but neither the appearance of great artists
nor the direction of artistic trends seems predictable, any more than
history is, and for similar reasons. Everything depends on the starting
assumptions: what counts as important, and how that is assessed. Much
the same can be said of economic theory. {4} The necessary are not the
sufficient causes: certain factors may need to be present but they are
not themselves sufficient to effect change.
No less than other practices, art begets art, with sometimes only a
nodding acquaintance with the larger world it purports to represent or
serve. Much writing and painting from the early nineteenth-century days
of Romanticism was frankly escapist, preferring the solitude of nature
or the inner world of contemplation to the mundane business of
socializing and earning a living. No doubt the shallow optimism, humbug
and economic exploitation of the industrial revolution was very
unattractive, but so then was rural poverty. Excepting the Georgians
and some of the Auden generation, few poets of the last hundred years
had first hand experience of the social issues of the day, and there
are large areas of contemporary life even now that are not squarely
treated: the world of work, public service, cultural differences,
sexual experience. Either the literary prototypes do not exist, or
writers would have to give up an individualist viewpoint and "dig out
the facts" — i.e. write something closer to journalism. {5}
But the burning issues of the day pass and are soon forgotten. Art
prides itself on its more fundamental qualities. If they did not have
the time, training or intellectual powers to understand the
contemporary world, artists would look for some shorter path to their
subject matter. Hence the championing of the artist's viewpoint, on a
vision unmediated by social understanding. Hence the appeal to (if not
the understanding of ) psychiatry, mythology and linguistics to assert
that artistic creations do not represent reality but in some sense
embody reality. Poems should not express anything but themselves. They
should simply be. {6}
Many techniques were used to distance language from its common uses,
and assert its primary, self-validating status. And since proficiency
in science and business requires a long, practical training, literature
also insisted on study courses. Art is
not for the
profane majority, and its boundaries are carefully patrolled. Art may
employ populist material or techniques, but it cannot be populist
itself. Whatever its definition, art is outspokenly useless.
Modernist poets and critics do not regard the narrowly individual
outlook a shortcoming, quite the opposite. Nineteenth-century realism
was tainted with commerce and the circulating libraries.
Twentieth-century realism all too blatantly takes the form of TV soaps
and blockbuster novels. Only Marxists would advocate solidarity with
the working
classes, that poets should experience the hard world as it is for
most of its inhabitants, that they should live everybody else.
The intellect has its demands and pleasures, but the learning of
Modernists tends to be fragmentary, with ideas
serving ulterior purposes, one of which is social distinction. There is
a persistent strain of elitism in Modernism — sometimes
breaking out in racism and contempt for the masses, sometimes
retreating to arcane philosophy: idealism, existentialism,
Poststructuralism. {7} Modernists are an aristocracy of the intellect.
The cerebral is preferred. Modern dramatists and novelists may appeal
to mythology, but their understanding is intellectualized: work is not
crafted to evoke the primal forces unleashed in plays by Euripides or
or Racine, but shaped by concepts that serve for plot and structure.
And so on. Much more can be found in the Ocaso Press guides. As they
stand, as simple introductions, I hope the essays on this site
encourage readers to look beyond the current standards, to wonder
whether the leading poets of the last century have not painted
themselves into a corner by elevating dubious concepts over craft
skills. No one wants a definition of poetry that excludes
experimentation and originality but, just as there are standards in
social life that keep communities peacefulluy operating together,
standards that have been found by long centuries of trial and error to
evade or suppress the more harmful aspects of our human natures, so there
are communalities in poetry. In that respect, the literary past may not be dead,
but a guide to what is still worth striving for.
References can now be found in a free pdf compilation of Ocaso Press's Modernism articles.