Saturday, March 15, 2014

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Poets Coming Clean with their Craft


I thought if I washed out my mouth with lots 
Of soap and water, my speech 
Would henceforth spume forth 
A fountainhead 

Of pure verse shining 
And smelling like a million bucks— 
But all that came out of it reeked 
Of a foul, wishy-washy tongue that was all 

Fucked up and too utterly bankrupt 
To strive towards any semblance of upkeep. 


Moderator’s comment: Huuk certainly knows his way around the poetic blogosphere— who would have thought he’d latch on to a catchy phrase from Conrad DiDiodato’s comment on a post over at ursprache and work it into a telling commentary on the modern poet’s coming to terms with his/her language predicament—whatever that may be.

NB:

In the event the ursprache link is broken, here’s Conrad’s comment on a Seferis quote (“Unimaginable how much patience is needed to see the simplest things. How much patience I need to write a single verse.”):

Borrowing phraseology from C.S.Lewis, I'd say you can start by wanting to write good verse (for which much patience is required) and in the end you may get Poetry; however, beginning with the "soap and water" of much contemporary poetry will get you nothing at all. Of that you can be certain


7 comments:

  1. Ah, Cinquor, my good man,

    I see now I should have said beginning with the "soap and water" of much contemporary poetry will get you nothing but a foul, wishy-washy tongue".

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  2. Σύγχρονη αμερικανική ποίηση κάνει ένα εξαιρετικό στοματικό διάλυμα.

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  3. Don't break my tongue,
    my wishy-washy tongue...

    etc.

    (Appipollyloggies to Billy Ray Cyrus, as my droog Alex would say....)

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  4. I'm sure Cinquor will drool at the mouth if and when he chances upon these delicious comments. (BTW, Tom endorses American contemporary poetry as being an excellent mouthwash.)

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  5. Let's just hope the effusion doesn't spread to adjacent orifices, at least.

    For example, the ear-drool of someone with a tin ear -- potentially lethal.

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  6. Conrad pins it on 'patience' ... I wld say that it is... impatience... that is contemporary poets's/poetry's "sin" .... just maybe it was impatience that got them booted out of paradise .... such as it is imagined ?

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  7. "The Butterfly"


    I remember one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the back of a tree just as a butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come out. I waited awhile, but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I bent over it and breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I could and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster than life. The case opened; the butterfly started slowly crawling out, and I shall never forget my horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled; the wretched butterfly tried with its whole trembling body to unfold them. Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath, in vain.

    It needed to be hatched out patiently and the unfolding of the wings should be a gradual process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the butterfly to appear all crumpled, before its time. It struggled desperately and, a few seconds later, died in the palm of my hand.

    That little body is, I do believe, the greatest weight I have on my conscience. For I realize today that it is a mortal sin to violate the great laws of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm.

    --Nikos Kazantzakis from Zorba the Greek

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