Tim wrote:
>And as for their 'tradition'. Pound's tradition, or influence or legacy or
whatever else we can call it, is pretty much confined to those very schools of
poetry and poetics that this list is supposed to be a tail-end of - not
exclusively I know, but still. And Eliot, as I've argued before, has actually had
very little long-term influence on British poetry as a whole.<
Yes, this interesting, Eliot's reputation in his lifetime was somewhere off the planet, and his influence as a critic and publisher
was enormous, but there's very little you point to as being of, as it were, Eliotic descent. He's rather like a God figure nobody
wants to engage with. The more prolific Pound, although probably the lesser poet, did leave odd lines of influence. Difficult,
innit? I think this is part of problem of discussing innovative or avant-garde poetics in terms of British poetry, there is just not
a coherent school of writing to take one's bearings from, from the outset, if you boil down twentieth century British and Irish
poetry you have as the two outstanding figures, oh fuck, Thomas Hardy or Yeats, now neither Hardy's perceptual brilliance (vide
Larkin's take one down to a cul-de-sac) or Yeats' thumping enchanting rhythms and occultist oddities leave one anywhere to go. In
the background stands the Reverend TSE (who is very vaguely a background to Geoffrey Hill), Wystan chatting away brilliantly in
whatever verse form you can choose but with even less emotional involvement than Dryden, Dylan Thomas spacing off into rhetoric, Ted
Hughes being dark about animals in an authentic Yorkshire accent, David Jones being sonorously read by Richard Burton on BBC radio,
lots of people telling domestic stories, a whole new breed of professional poets who defy any laws of economics, as hardly anyone
ever buys their professional productions, but they are Very Easy To Read, if you bother, a disorganised avant-garde which doesn't
even know how to define itself, even in terms of what its against, and as our Greatest Living of course the Famous Seamus, who, in
his own words, missed 'the comet's pulsing rose'.
Etc etc.
aaargh!!!!!
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Spectare's Web, A Chide's Alphabet
& Painting Without Numbers
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
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Subject: Re: Performance Poetry
Rupert,
I want to pick up on a few more things you came back with. I'm not sure how
you got there, following your defence of 'Benji', but you ended up saying that
we "now sustain a wholly cerebral tradition from Pound and Eliot".
Sorry, but I find that rather ridiculous, both from the point of view of
those names and this 'tradition'. Yes, both were cerebral, very learned and
intellectual, but their poetry was poetry. They used their intelligence in
conjunction with their emotions etc to produce poems. Those who try to read The Waste
Land or the Cantos as purely cerebral projects will get very little from
either. And as for their 'tradition'. Pound's tradition, or influence or legacy or
whatever else we can call it, is pretty much confined to those very schools of
poetry and poetics that this list is supposed to be a tail-end of - not
exclusively I know, but still. And Eliot, as I've argued before, has actually had
very little long-term influence on British poetry as a whole.
The other thing I want to pick up on is this:
>"Yet, seeing young performer Luke Wright, winner of the Glastonbury Festival
2002 poetry slam, perform "hang your friends" recently was wonderful. Cooper
Clarke and Attila - and that whole doggerel quick fire delivery was broken. It
was Chris Morris meets poetry. For me, this is real hope."<
I witnessed Luke recently too, and heard him do 'Hang Your Friends'. Yes, i
was impressed, both by him and his mates in Aisle 16 - or two of them anyway.
Luke is a brilliant performer and Hang Your Friends is very very funny, his
best. But some of his other pieces were a lot less cohesive, a lot more sloppy,
with whole batches of lines that were no more than filler in-between the sharp
ones. And he did - I say 'did' and not 'read' - a poem that had the refrain
'Sooo Channel 4' which I found to be nothing but surface attitude: a very basic
and already cliched idea, about Channel 4 being for the middle classes who
are trying to be trendy, delivered maniacally. So, ok, I loved the manic
delivery, but that was all, the words could have been anything, meant anything, but
it was done in the sort of way that said those words, that message, was
everything. Poetry as scatter-gun - the targets don't really matter as long as there
are targets - what matters is the grounding of the refrain, the repetition of
the line that is supposed to give focus and body to whatever nonsense or
inconsequence lies in-between - slave to a formula. We have got to be able to take
each poem on its merits, to judge them for their satirical and entertaining
impact, how much they make us think, how much they resonate. 'Hang Your Friends'
resonates, makes us laugh and think, while the channel 4 poem says and does
nothing, unless it is appealing in that formulaic way to a listener who does
not really care, or does not have the sensors to note the difference, in which
case it will all be of one anyway. Within the context of performance it does
not seem to matter, and that is the problem with performance poetry - I do not
know what the answer to it is. Because the parameters of judgement remain gross
- loudest, sexiest etc - progress will remain stunted.
Tim A.
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