Let Poetry Die? Maybe so…
The bit referenced from the following post, has popped up on a couple of other blogs of late so I decided that my two cents were burning a hole in my pocket and I needed to get them out there where they can be spent. The subject line takes his statement and poses it as a question…
http://poemshape.wordpress.com/2010/01/14/let-poetry-die/
That sums things up fairly succinctly. I have tended to note that there are some poets who will talk down, or condescend to readers who don’t “get” what they’re writing about. That the Poet has some secret knowledge or training or some such bullshit as that. That the reader isn’t trying hard enough to get the obvious GENIUS presenting itself on the page. Which is exactly what that idea is, by the way; Bullshit.
My thoughts on the subject are pretty short and very succinct: Namely, if the majority of readers don’t understand what you are trying to say in your poem, don’t grasp what your “Genius” is trying to convey, then the Reader isn’t the ignorant party here. The Poet is the dumb ass who is trying to baffle with bullshit rather than dazzle with brilliance. Poetry is fundamentally about communication. If the poet can’t communicate, then the reader isn’t the problem.
I mean, does anybody have any trouble understanding Wordsworth’s poem, The Daffodils? Nope. Language is stuffy and stilted to modern ears, yet there is a beauty in that language. Wordsworth saw a vast panorama of daffodils, he loved and basked in the sight, it uplifted him, he wrote a wonderful poem about it. Pretty simple in its beauty,
Then, there is this award winning book, The Waker’s Corridor that won the Walt Whitman Award, bestowed by the Academy of American Poets, an organization I am a member of, and that I shall not be renewing my membership in. This poem was written by the author of that prize winning book, Design for a Silver Box in the Shape of a Melon, 1918. His name is Jonathan Thirkield.
I’ve read this a couple of times, and I’m scratching my head. That doesn’t really mean anything, but it should explain the disconnect between the Poet and the reader. There seems to be a lack of empathy here, a lack of a place where I can climb into the poem and understand what he is saying. It sounds pretty, but what does it mean? This is what bugs me, really bugs me, in fact. This disconnect.
So, go read that essay linked above and as many of the comments as you can deal with. It’s an interesting discussion and idea he puts forth.



// I have tended to note that there are some poets who will talk down, or condescend to readers who don’t “get” what they’re writing about.//
Yeah, that’s one of the things that gets me down. As if poets are owed something by their readers. Well, no, readers don’t owe poets a damned thing. It’s not the readers’ responsibility to comprehend the poet. It’s the poet’s job to be comprehensible. But if they choose not to be, then great. I don’t care. Just don’t tell me they’re a “neglected” poet whose greatness the public is too stupid, vulgar or indolent to recognize.
Yes I know what you mean. i don’t have a problem with a poet who expects me to work to fully appreciate a poem, and I like poems that unfold to show more as I re-read them. But wilful obscurity i hate.
Oh, I agree completely about willful obscurity. Drives me nuts.
Aiding and abetting that sort of thing by giving it awards is almost criminal, to my thinking.
I agree with you about that disconnect. I’ve got no problems with difficult poems, but there needs to be a place for the reader to enter otherwise it’s like seeing a fenced field which all but screams, “you’re not welcome here.”