Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Category: Think Outside the Lament (Page 5 of 7)

Paul Strand on Artist Philosophies

Strand_stieglitz2Recently I found this quote in a book about the modern artists of New Mexico, Voices in New Mexico Art published by the Museum of Fine Arts in Santa Fe. Famous photographer Paul Strand is quoted in a letter to Sam Kootz in 1931.

"Artists tend either to think out loud about their technical problems…or…frequently erect some romantic philosophy – some elaborate and misleading rationalization. Possibly one reason for this is that the creative process involves a balance between conscious and intuitive elements, and a critical analysis of the artist’s own spirit of himself upsets the balance."

 He also says,

"It seems to be the business of the critic, not of the artist, to get through…the artist’s essential attitude, not towards his medium but towards his world—life itself. When I look at a painting, a photograph, hear music, read a book, that is all that interests me—what living meant or means to the person who made the thing—not so much how, but why, they made it."

  

Ridiculous Reviews: John Donne

DonneJohn Donne, 1837

"Of his earlier poems, many are very licentious; the later are chiefly devout. Few are good for much."

Henry Hallam, Introduction to the Literature of Europe

 

  

  

Reviews originally compiled by Bill Henderson in Rotten Reviews.

Ridiculous Reviews: Hart Crane and Emily Dickinson

HcHart Crane’s The Bridge, 1932

"A form of hysteria…One thing he has demonstrated, the impossibility of getting anywhere with the Whitmanian inspiration. No writer of comparable ability has struggled with it before and it seems highly unlikely that any writer of comparable genius will struggle with it again."

Yvor Winters, Poetry

 

 

 

EdEmily Dickinson, 1892

"An eccentric, dreamy, half-educated recluse in an out-of-the-way New England village—or anywhere else—cannot with impunity set at defiance the laws of gravitation and grammar…Oblivion lingers in the immediate neighborhood."

Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Atlantic Monthly

 

 

Reviews originally compiled by Bill Henderson in Rotten Reviews.

  

Ridiculous Reviews: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

SamuelSamuel Taylor Coleridge Review, 1828

"We cannot name one considerable poem of his that is likely to remain upon the thresh-floor of fame…We fear we shall seem to our children to have been pigmies, indeed, in intellect, since a man as Coleridge would appear great to us!"

London Weekly Review

Affirmations for Poets

StuartYears ago a friend of my gave me a book called The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo. We were going to read it together but we never did. I'm about 50 pages in now and each little section begins with an affirmation, many in verse. As I read the book, I'm compelled to share.

Here are the first few:

"The coming to consciousness is not a discovery of some new thing; it is a long and painful return to what has always been." — Helen Luke

"What we reach for may be different, but what makes us reach is the same." — Mark Nepo

"I learn, by going, where I have to go." — Theodore Roehke

"The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one." M.N.

"We tend to make the thing in the way the way." M.N.

"The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible. Once hardened, the only way to change is to break." M.N.

"If I had experienced different things, I would have different things to say." M. N.

 

Ridiculous Reviews: Lord Byron & Chaucer


ByronLord Byron Review, 1830

"His versification is so destitute of sustained harmony, many of his thoughts are so strained, his sentiments so unamiable, his misanthropy so gloomy, his libertinism so shameless, his merriment such a grinning of a ghastly smile, that I have always believed his verses would soon rank with forgotten things."

John Quincy Adams, Memoirs

 


Chaucer
Chaucer Review, 1835

"Chaucer, not withstanding the praises bestowed on him, I think obscene and contemptible: he owes his celebrity merely to his antiquity, which does not deserve so well as Piers Plowman or Thomas Erceldoune."

John Byron, The Works of Lord Byron

The Karma of Encouragement

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I want to take a break and talk about ways of being as a poet. One of the things that gets me down from time to time is the negativity festering in any circle of creative people, poets, filmmakers, studio artists.

If you run a website, you get a lot of spam. Here is a piece of classic spam I received on Big Bang Poetry's blog before I added CAPTCHA to my commenting procedures.

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Wow, Michael Kores took the time to be so vague about my deep thoughts! Alas, spam disguised as false flattery is very bad energy. It's a waste of everyone's time (who buys shoes from a link on a blog comment?), and it's pandering to our endless hunger for compliments. And failing miserably to boot. So it's bad marketing and it's bad flattery. And it's a jerky thing to do. I wrote a poem about this spam for NaPoWriMo.

Last week, I finished the first draft to my next book of poems. And as I'm re-tooling and re-configuring, I'm also wondering (with some trepidation) where I can go for some good feedback. Commonly you turn to your trusted readers, your friends. I'm going to a "writing sequester" in a week and a half in Phoenix, Arizona. Two writer friends are coming from Los Angeles and my cousin is coming from Alaska so we can all meet, write and talk about our writing projects.

My husband and I have been discussing being friends with artists, getting encouragement for your work, giving encouragement to others and the psychology of the age we're living in. I'm going to talk more about this later. I have a theory about this age of artists and what our legacy will most likely be (stay tuned for that).

This all came up because my husband, Monsieur Bang Bang, the archaeologist, has been working as a historical consultant for a new television comedy western called Quick Draw. He spent years as a TV writer in LA and two of his best friends are television actors. He's been involved with successful projects of his own and also projects that didn't get picked up. He's been through the whole production process and the gamut of emotions that ensues. He also knows how hard it is to get anything made and on the air.

Not only did Quick Draw get picked up but it's first few episodes are very funny, testing on the show went great and the show is full of enthusiastic guest stars like Frangela, Tim Bagley and the band Eagles of Death Metal. So who knows how it will all turn out but you hope as you go along with any proejct, you'll get encouragement from your friends. It's interesting to me how often you're disappointed.

It seems to be human nature to secretly want your friends to fail. Ultimately, their success reflects on you. These feelings rob you of any potential enthusiasm. I've gone through this myself when  former classmates succeed. I see my former classmates go through this, too. Monsieur Bang Bang reminds me that success can also bring to you a bad form of false flattery, people who want favors. That's like it's own kind of spam.

When I started this project of Big Bang Poetry, I decided I would channel one of Oprah's big lessons: consider your intent in everything you do. Are your intentions good or bad? This idea has clarified my entire approach to poetry, all my projects and even my relationships. I used to fret about how my relationships were going. I used to second guess all that I said or did. All this anxiety has disappeared for me because I constantly know what my intent is and I try to keep it positive. I may be misunderstood from time to time but I'm walking forward with a positive intent. And I'm at peace with that.

This means I'm not trashing schools of poetry, I'm trying not to make snide remarks about other artists (sometimes this is hard because snarkiness can be some bitchy fun), and I tap into my enthusiastic support for all my friends and fellow artists. Honestly, it is there; it's just buried under knee-jerk jealousy.

This, like any other way of being, takes practice. You'll start to notice when you support your friends with their projects, you'll get silence back from them on yours. Then you have to decide for yourself how to handle that. I do believe the cumulative amount of good intent you put out into the universe will come back to you. Negative people tend to get negative returns. It's classic karma.

And yes, bad things happen to good people. But I believe karma stretches over many lifetimes and you must do what you can with the life you've been given (thanks Gandalf).

Bottom line: if you want to be at peace with yourself as a creative person among other creative persons, practice generous feelings toward them. Sometimes I get a little bummed and wonder who I can share my success stories with (few as they are at the moment). I want encouragement from friendly artists and I think ultimately that's what want that from me. Finding each other is part of the whole process of being human.

 

Ridiculous Reviews: Matthew Arnold & W.H. Auden

ArnoldMatthew Arnold Review, 1909  

"Arnold is a dandy Isaiah, a poet without passion, whose verse,  written in surplice, is for freshmen and for gentle maidens who will be wooed to the arms of these future rectors."

George Meredith, Fortnightly Review

 I am now having a hard time not imagining all those gentle maidens scrambling to drag their fingernails through those side-burn forests. I was so impressed with them, I added Arnold to my Pinterist page of Poets with Sexy Hair.

Auden

W. H. Auden Review, 1952

"Mr. Auden himself has presented the curious case of a poet who writes an original poetic language in the most robust English tradition but who seems to have been arrested in the mentality of an adolescent schoolboy."

Edmund Wilson, The Shores of Light

 

I know, that's what I like about him!

And what a face. Try to carve that in glass, Paul J. Nelson.

 

 

Ridiculous Reviews: Sylvia Plath

BjLast Friday I met my cousin at a Santa Fe used bookshop going out of business (he refuses to sell online, via mail and his prices were too high). I did buy a stack of books there, a biography of Marcel Proust, a book of celebrity poetry (to be reviewed here later) and two books called Rotten Reviews which are flabbergastic gold! I'll cull out the poets for you.

The first review I found was for Sylvia Plath's book The Bell Jar from 1971:

"Highly autobiographical and…since it represents the views of a girl enduring a bout of mental illness, dishonest."

Atlantic Monthly

I'm gonna love these.

 

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