Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Month: September 2017

Electronic Poetry, Haikus, Travel & Humor

Dead-bookElectronic Poetry

I’ve been investigating electronic poetry and I’ve started tracking my favorite pieces on this list. I’ve broken up them down into auto-generated, visual poems, video things, apps, and interactive.

This summer, a story about auto-generation came out that might disturb some of us. There’s this thing called a Bot Dylan, inspired by you-know-who, that creates machine-generated melodies. Scary thought. And I know auto-generation makes everyone (but auto-generation artists) a little anxious.

But I wonder if it’s really that much of a threat. My Dad and I have this ongoing argument about it. He worked with computers vocationally, (both fixing IBM machines and programming them) and he often thinks about them often conceptually, especially the new artificial intelligence developments with smart phones and Siri.  Does he think auto-generated art will ever replace human art?

I, myself, don’t think it will, (even if it turns out to be well made and aesthetically interesting), just for the fact that we go to human-generated art for the main purpose of connecting with other humans, to hear what other humans have to say about the experiences of being human. If we wanted to know what it felt like to be a machine, we'd ask a machine. It doesn’t matter what the machine is saying. We want a human to be saying it. This is why we feel anxiety around it.

However, my Dad is not so sure and he’s a pretty smart guy so we should probably keep tabs on the situation.

The Bot Dylan

“We didn’t expect any of the machine-generated melodies to be very good,” Dr. Oded Ben-Tal, a music technology expert at Kingston University in London, told The Daily Mail. “But we, and several other musicians we worked with, were really surprised at the quality of the music the system created.”

Of course, electronic literature is technology dependent. Which is a real bummer sometimes. My Kindle keeps freezing on me at lunch and I can’t even read when my Kindle's batteries are dead. I was reading one book the other day and the Kindle crashed and I lost all my underlining. Which was copious! That shit doesn’t happen with paper books. They’re always charged and you never lose your marginalia unless it catches on fire or you accidentally throw it in a river.

eLit is also often very complex, cerebral and meta. I actually like that about it. But a lot of effort goes into making eLit pieces: coming up with a new ideas, programming the thing, distributing it, keeping it from becoming technologically outdated. They are very labor intensive projects.

Haiku

In contrast, you have the haiku. It’s tech free and very simple to write and comprehend. You only need a piece of paper and not all that much ink. Haiku is also something you can tie to your meditative practice. Haiku can be healing and calming. You can spend all your time creating haiku on a train, in a park or on top of a mountain. In contrast, eLit requires some kind of computer and the whole thing might give you carpel tunnel.

I spent the summer with these haiku books:

100frogsOne Hundred Frogs by Hiroaki Sato (1983)

I bought this book used at the 2016 Los Angeles Festival of Books. It’s a collection of translations and re-tellings of the famous Basho haiku about a frog jumping in the water. The book is also a flip-book of sketches of a frog jumping into a pond. I enjoyed the marginalia from the prior reader and tended to like the same meta poems that this person put smiley faces next to.

And it was very meditative to read the same poem written a hundred different ways, as well as a good lesson in various writing styles: couplets, sonnet, limericks, concrete versions, word-for-word translations, transliterations and trans visions (still learning what those are). Basho did his own elongated version, Allen Ginsberg uses the great word “Kerplunk!," one version explicates the poem in terms of samsara, satipatthana and nirvana, one is a pre-modernist variation of formal poetry, one is done in overwritten prose.

Haiku-artHaiku, the sacred art, A Spiritual Practice in Three Lines by Margaret D. McGee (2009)

I also found this on sale at the 2016 book festival. I was reading it with my friend Natalie as part of a healing haiku project we were doing. I finished it recently as part of ArtBrawl political haiku project we started and never finished. The book is a real fusion between Zen, Christianity and a writing guide.

I was at first put off by the biblical passages, feeling it didn’t jive fully with the Buddhist lines. But I started to appreciate McGee’s intention and her wide knowledge of haiku and its connection to Zen Buddhism, and also her willingness to incorporate them into another paradigm, Christianity. She writes from a place of openness and her church seems very inclusive. It’s a short book with haiku exercises and it often explores the spiritual and healing aspects of haiku. She provides both self and group exercises.

BrandiThe World, the World by John Brandi (2013)

I got this book in Santa Fe and it has a good collection of haibun poems. Haibun, a cousin of haiku, are comprised one block of prose followed by one haiku. I did a bunch of them once on a Georgia O’Keefe Museum writing retreat near Abiquiu, New Mexico, and they were fun to do. 

Brandi is a local author and his book includes poems about hiking in Northern New Mexico. He also writes poems about Zen. One poem plays with the idea of hiking as opposed to spending time on LinkedIn. Brandi is also a painter and there are some poems about painting and art culture.

Travel Poems

The second half of the book is where Brandi visits Tibet and India and…they become travel poems. Travel poems are always problematic. They’re a drag to read (unless you’ve been to the location yourself) and I think this is because travel poems are essentially not about the place at all but about the experience of traveling. And almost always these poems are devoid of any self-deprecating humor. They’re overly serious and posturing, even when the poet tries really hard not to be. Somehow they’re like 1950s slideshows that put your parents' friends and relatives to sleep. Poets make great pains to try to avoid this, especially if the trip sounded expensive. They try not to sound like they’re bragging subconsciously about their amazing time and transformative journey. (I attempted a satire of this type of poem in Why Photographer’s Commit Suicide.) Poets are usually self-conscious around issues of privilege and so they try to spin their travel poems in ways to make them sound more like pilgrimages, like there is some kind of universal spiritual experience to justify the poem’s existence. But it never comes across. It always feels contrived.

Humor in Poetry

A good anecdote to this situation would be…a sense of humor, maybe even a self-deprecating one. Humor would make an emotional connection with the reader that would offset the travel-bragging thing. But unfortunately there are some poets, particularly travel poem writers, who are loathe to add any humor into their poems because of a highbrow belief that humor is a cheap strategy or a lesser form of language.

Which has always mystified me because I was raised to believe humor was a higher level of thinking, elevated conceptually and more difficult to devise. It was right up there with logic puzzles and math for my peeps. So to go out into the world and find out “comedy” was a "lesser than" art – this was a shocking eye-opener for me and I have tended to gravitate toward funny writers. I've been lucky because there are plenty of GenerationX writers who specialize in melding highbrow fiction with funny.

In my experience it takes a sophisticated and agile intelligence to be funny. It takes an ability to see the world from other level in the matrix and then to skillfully perform language in a timely way that invokes laughter. It’s hard to do, and I think this is why many writers disparage it. Humor can also disguise great hatreds and aggressions. It can be pretty violent. And likewise, it takes a certain smartness to perceive when that aggression is actually occurring. We don’t say jokes are “over someone's head” for no reason.

So I’m always on the lookout for what academic poets have to say about the craft of funny. I recently read Louise Glück’s new book American Originality: Essays on Poetry. (I’ll do another review of it separately because I have so much to say about it). But in one of her essays, she marks similar anecdotes for the narcissism of confessional poems:  modesty, detachment and humor. She singles out Mark Strand as an example of humor, but she makes sure to note: “not to say he has turned himself into a comedian.” Because that would be bad. A "comedian" is lesser than a serious poet.

Completely mystifying.

And another strange thing about comedy, there are quite a few comedians who hate to explicate the language of comedy. They’re not that dissimilar from poets who hate to explicate poetry (Albert Goldbarth). However, language nuts do like to do this because we like to dissemble sentences to see how language works. So I’m also fascinated by scholars of the funny. WoodyallanWe’ve studied our anger, we’ve studied our guilt. Humor is so much more mysterious. Philosophers have studied humor, including Plato and Aristotle. There was a superiority theory, Freud’s relief theory, the incongruity theory (the unexpected funny). Some reading I was doing for work led me to this very interesting Slate essay on theories of funny including the benign violation theory which addresses angles of comedy that even baffled Aristotle. The essay includes this funny video example to prove one of their theory.

I found another very great intersection of poetry and comedy while watching the TV special Woody Allen Looks at 1967. You can see the full show here.

Fast forward to minute mark 41:50 where there’s a very funny Bonnie and Clyde satire with Woody Allen, John Byner and Liza Minnelli. There’s a short exchange about poetry between Liza Minnelli and John Byner at mark 47:45. It’s not all that long but it explores our ideas of poetry, class consciousness concerning the lowbrow and the highbrow and it does this all within a joke that last less than a minute. Pretty smart.

Slow Learners and The New Yorker Magazine

NewyorkerI’ve always been a very slow learner. It took me a long time to learn to tie my shoes, use a zipper, tell time on anything non-digital, read, figure out what boys wanted, crack the mysteries of office politics. Really painfully slow.

But, and this is a big but, when I figure things out sudden enlightenment comes like a big aha and I go from the bottom of the hill to the peak instantaneously. I’m in remedial reading one day and not improving and then I’m in National Honors Society the following Tuesday and all my brainiac friends are like “WTF are you doing here?”

Okay, so tying my shoes is a bad example. I still can’t really do that very well. But in general I spend a lot of my time confused and in the dark and then…bingo….I get it.

And The New Yorker Magazine is another example of this. When I was at Sarah Lawrence all my writer friends seemed to be reading The New Yorker. I tried it then but there weren’t enough pictures. The text was oppressively text-y. The poems seemed obtuse. I even tried multiple times over the years since then. If some pretentious person had the magazine displayed prominently on their coffee table or if my writer friends still were subscribing, although always with the comment, “I love this magazine but I never have time to read it.” And then recently at CNM even my coworkers were talking about it and sharing links to it. Huh. What is wrong with me? You can’t force these things.

But suddenly in 2016 I was offered a deeply discounted short subscription to the magazine through the college and I’ve been glued to it ever since. All the other magazines coming into the house, (I’m being gifted quite a few right now), are being literally ignored, except for the celebrity rag I’m reading in the bathtub because I don’t care if it gets wet. I even stopped my subscription after 6 months because I was feeling anxious that it would take me two years to get through just 2016 issues and  I didn't want to miss anything. So I cancelled it because I liked it.

My favorite articles are pieces about visual artists and writers. There have been three good articles on poets and writers so far.

Insurance Man: The life and art of Wallace Stevens

Like The New Yorker, I’ve often tried to like Wallace Stevens. People I know who love Wallace Stevens love him very passionately. They work hard to understand the poems and they feel like extra time is worth it. Two classes I've recently taken in Modernism helped me find a few poems to get into, my favorite is probably "The Man on the Dump." But I’m not rushing out to find any Wallace Stevens books. This book review didn’t really change that feeling but it was very interesting for two reasons:

For uncovering his political beliefs:

“Stevens made haplessly clumsy allusions to social and political tensions of the time, though he was “a Hoover Republican,” Mariani writes, and also an admirer of Mussolini for rather longer than is comfortably excused as a common myopia of the time. He was no better than most white men of his class in point of casual racism and anti-Semitism, though fewer such toxins leak into his poetry than into that of Eliot or Pound. In verse, Stevens transcended anything mean or petty in himself, but for art’s sake; he wasn’t much given to moral scruple."

And his office personality:

“Stevens continued to go to work each day into his seventies, even after surgery for a stomach obstruction revealed a metastasizing cancer. He was too august at the firm to be let go, but he was never popular there. His boss remarked, “Unless they told me he had a heart attack, I never would have known he had a heart.”

Ouch.

Design for Living: What’s Great About Goethe?

This was another good piece of biography which also covered the reasons why Goethe isn’t so popular now with English-speaking readers, possibly due to his obsession for leading a mentally healthy life. That sort of impulse is not very en vogue with us this century after we re-imagined our judgements about mental illness. In our time, artistic madness is appreciated, the whole “living on the edge” thing. The author compares the sentiment around madness before and after Beethoven, a contemporary of Goethe, came on the scene. Fascinating.

Another good one in these times of political anxiety: Adrienne Rich’s Poetic Transformations.

Like Wallace Stevens, I’ve also struggled to connect with Adrienne Rich, although I appreciate writers' appreciation of her. I had a book signed by her once at The Dodge Poetry Festival back in the 1990s  and she seemed a bit stern and cold while signing books. But coming across Rich in continuing education courses keeps me trying.

Someday I’ll get it.

Political Poems Keep on Happening

StatueoflPoems About Dictators

So you may know I’ve been reading anthologies of political, protest and resistance poetry, both new and old. As I’ve done this, I’ve been sharing excerpts of particularly prescient or arresting lines to my friends on Facebook. So that got me beginning my own catalog of poems about dictatorships and lawless regimes. As I continue, I'll keep updating it. Check out Poems About Dictators.

It includes excerpts from poems like this amazing one by Czeslaw Milosz: “Child of Europe.”

Orthodoxy

I also read a good piece on Leftist Orthodoxy and Social Justice from Medium by an activist named Heartscape and it contained a rewrite of a poem called "If I can't dance, It's not my revolution" by Emma Goldman. It's an extension of the article which is about inclusiveness, creativity and intolerance within a political movement, not a heavily figurative poem but the kind of poem that clearly communicates frustration within a group of opinionated activists.

If I can’t fuck up and learn from my mistakes, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t disagree with you, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t ask questions, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t decide for myself what tactics I will use, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t be femme, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t choose my own friends, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t bring my family, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t bring my culture, then it’s not my revolution.
If I can’t bring my ancestors, then it’s not my revolution.
And if it’s not our revolution, then let’s build a new one.

The Lazarus

Poet Amy King also recently helped organize a project of poets writing poems inspired by the Statue of Liberty and Emma Lazarus' poem. This became a controversy recently when the White House senior policy advisor, Stephen Miller, disparaged the poem as not containing foundational ideas about America.

Read the resulting poems collected by The Guardian.

More Political Poetry News

Why All Poems Are Political (Electric Literature)

Poet for the Age of Brexit, Revisiting the work of A. E. Housman (The Atlantic)
Today, in the age of Brexit and the renewed movement for Scottish independence, the question of what Englishness means is once again up for debate.

Punk Poet Eileen Myles on Combating Trump, Capitalism With Art (Rolling Stone)
With a new generation of fans from Twitter and 'Transparent,' the legendary artist is basking in latest literary renaissance

Celebrities Reveal Their Immigrant Stories In 6 Powerful Words (Huffington Post)

The Way We Protest as Poets’: Gynecologist Monument Sparks Anger, Art (Free times)

And this is not sstrictly political but something cool to check out: y cousin sent me this link for African American poets from the Appalachian area: http://www.theaffrilachianpoets.com/

Also big in poetry news, (although not a protest poet), poet John Ashbery has died. Read his obit in The New York Times.

Poetry Card Week 15 (Japan, US, France, UK, Greece)

I took the summer off (my parents visited for five weeks) but I kept going through the poetry cards so we can finish the last few posts this year.

Basho"Not knowing
The name of the tree,
I stood in the flood
Of its sweet smell.”

Matsuo Basho from “The Narrow Road to the Deep North

Known to be the greatest of the Japanese haiku poets, Basho was influenced by Zen Buddhism and wanted miniature perfection in a poem. This required only seventeen syllables broken into sections of 5-7-5. In later years, he journeyed through Japan doing travel sketches tied together with his haiku. When translated, the poems lose their original syllable configuration.

Bukowski“A poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,
filled with banality and booze,
filled with rain and thunder and periods of
drought, a poem is a city at war…”

A Poem is a City” by Charles Bukowski

I love how these poems bump up against each other. Two travelers, two poems. The card talks about Bukowski's “pure, undiluted voice from the street, attached to no school, tradition, or ideology save that of day-to-day survival.”  The “unflinching honesty” of his poems dealt with bus terminals, boarding houses and racetracks. The movie Barfly was based on his writings. There's also a very cool database of his work.

Verlaine"Like a clamorous flock of birds in alarm
All my memories descend and take form,
Descend through the yellow foliage of my heart
That watches its trunk of alder twist apart,
To the violet foil of the water of remorse
Which nearby runs its melancholy course…"

Paul Verlaine’s “The Nightingale” (a video and alternate translation)

The card says his credo was “music before all things” and he spent a life of rages, romantic obsessions, alienation, and prison time for shooting Arthur Rimbaud (see the movie Total Eclipse or Big Bang Poetry's review) because he was full of “inner turmoil.”

Auden“He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The memory sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a cold dark day.”

In Memory of W. B. Yeats” by W. H. Auden

Auden emigrated to America, the card said. This was my first clue (aside from the stats below) that this is an English deck.  Auden's famous saying, “poetry makes nothing happen” was misunderstood and what Auden meant was "that poetry had no hand in the evil events taking place in Europe at the time—the rise of fascism in Spain, Italy and Germany and the impending war." He meant instead that poetry was “a way of happening, a mouth.” If you understand that, let me know. I'm still having trouble with it.

Yeats“Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”

The Second Coming” by W.B. Yeats

Ireland’s greatest literary figure, says the card. Yeats was a collector of folktales and legends, a senator and a self-styled oracle. This poem was his reaction to the Black and Tan War in Ireland where British troops came to quell an uprising.

Sappho“If I meet you suddenly, I can’t
speak—my tongue is broken;
a think flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
and I turn paler than
dry grass…”

Fragment 2 of Sappho

Sappho was from the Greek island of Lesbos and was the aristocratic head of a poetry school. She was once as famous as Homer. She was allegedly bisexual and her love poems were “meant to be sung in the Mixolydian mode she invented.”  

Wallacestevens“Call the roller of big cigars
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.”

From “The Emperor of Ice Cream” by Wallace Stevens

This was a jarring paring against Sappho! Stevens was an American modernist and insurance executive. “Stevens chose to lead a life of quiet middle-class conform in order to make room for his real vocation, poetry.” His first book was published when he was 43. He wrote that this poem had “something of the essential gaudiness of poetry…obviously not about ice cream.”

 Week stats:

1 black American female
2 black American males
8 white American females
9 white American males
1 white Andalusian male
1 white Austrian male
1 Chilean male
10 white English males
2 white English female
2 white French males
1 white Greek male
1 white Irish male
1 white Italian male
1 Japanese male
1 white Scottish male
1 white Welsh male

1 500s BC poet
1 1300s poet
1 1500s poet
2 1600s poet
1 1700s poet
13 1800s poets
24 1900s poets

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