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After Convention What is Left?


I've been thinking on something for over a week now, something I said off the cuff in a letter to a friend. In reply, my friend, always the thinker, said: I need to think about that. But the notion keeps tickling the brain. I put in a word doc the relevant portion of my letter. Here it is:

~Almost forgot. I am not actually sure I agree with myself either on personality being all that matters in art. I got the insight from Nietzsche. He said that, in the end, after a philosopher's notions are superceded, and they always are, all that matters is the originality of the philosopher's personality. He then went on to say that he could only find four original personality types, he drew them from the pre-Socratics.
 
Maybe instead of saying personality is all that matters I should say it is all that is left. And that what matters is the extent of its originality. Maybe that is closer to the thing. Catullus, for example, worked in a prosodic system involving quantitative versification, in units of syllables made up of feet, long and short, the whole of which system, in my view, a little contrived. But it was the ancient world's prosodics. On the other hand, who cares anymore? As translator you have to. As poet I have to in order to get inside poet's intention. But that is it. Same could be said of the English language's system of vowel accented prosody, a system trading on long and short sounds, called the accentual-syllabic, which, in turn, is held together metrically by certain set acoustic patterns. A system, by the way, that has to fall flat on the French ear. And again except for the usual suspects who cares? Shakespeare is not read for his mastery of both the IP and Blank Verse form. He is read for Shakespeare, for the poet's universality. My brother knows Shakespeare better than I do, but he knows squat about prosody.
 
Don't get me wrong. As a poet I work in metrics, rhythms, sound and syllable associations. It is all of what lends sensuality to my very sensual ear with which I approach poetry first. But I know that in 500 years what sits just so on my ear will not necessarily on the ear of a chance reader. So what is left?
 
I learned a test once from a 19th C. folklorist investigating the Strega (witches) of northern Italy. By way of an informant, a half-literate gypsy girl, he came into possession of Strega charms and invokations. He said that if he could write out the folk poetry in prose and the poetry came through he knew he was in the company of what he called poetry of thought. Not quite the same as what I am proposing here. But not so dissimilar either.~

That is what I wrote to my friend by way of explanation. Still not sure if it is what I think is true. But the possibility that it is tickles the melancholy Jesus out of me. I mean imagine the seizure, amounting to an apoplectic fit, the statement could cause a Lang Po poet determined to kill off the author, to rub out the narrator's voice. Another possibility tickling me to no end. It occurs to me that this kind of extreme position is taken in reaction to their equally as extreme position.

So the proposition again is that, in the end, all that matters is the poet's personality. That or personality is all that is left and that what matters is how original that personality is. Actively going back through the brain-bank of stored information. I could care less about Sappho's loves, engaged much more by how she loved. That speaks to me, and she a devotee in the religion of Aphrodite. I could care less about Dante's Ptolemic universe, care even more less about his Paradise, than the excitement in his voice as he made his downward way through the rings of hell. By golly he was passionate about the eternally damned. And a realist before the lit term was coined. I could care less about Catullus's love for his Lesbia. Much more fascinated by what that love brought out in him. I could care less about Rimbaud saying that a poet becomes a visionary through a "systematized disorganization of all the senses." Much more fascinated by what it says about him. And, because it rings true, maybe curious about what it says about me.

There it is maybe. The nexus. The connection link. Of an age that I should have, I never got into the Beat poets. They never said anything essential to me, this with a couple of exceptions. Same is true of Bukowski, always taking great effort to distance himself from the Beats, and always getting grouped in with. To a poet they all struck me as poseurs, someone pretending to be what he (she) is not. Sort of like striking the faux personality pose. On the other hand back then I was kind of overwhelmed by Sexton; could only read 5 of her poems in a sitting. Still is true. Her poetry was original, authentic, speaking to a personality type (in poetry) for which I cannot find a model. Dickinson comes closest but not quite right.

That's all I got for now. Gut tells me that after the lit convention(s), after the superceding of temporaly stamped prosodic rules, there is something left over, something that carries across. Maybe Leland, the 19th C folklorist investigating Strega poetry in Italy, is right. Maybe it is poetry of thought. Or maybe what carries over and across is originality of poetic personality.

Tere
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http://venusianair.blogspot.com/2010/09/rituals-for-worshipping-beauty.html

Life's a Mad Dog in Heat; But At Least There's Art

I want a poem, painting, song
to be authentic
heart to heart,
mind to mind
Not to tell me something about you;
to show me more of me.
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I've been fooled before. Libra, if this your take this is the real thing. It is how I see the case of our tribe too. This is poetry I get. Oh but wait. You mean the poems to speak to your personality as well. To what you are. Okay. Back is straightend.

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