I didn't use "middle-class" in the sense in which anglophones
use "bourgeois," but as opposed to the garret.
Of course teaching can have value, even teaching of "creative
writing," tho I suspect that's rather the exception. But the
problems are much larger. Poetry, never the hottest commodity, has been
thoroughly marginalized by its apporpriation by the universities. It's an
unfolding catastrophe for the arts in general but especially for so
tremulous a flower as the art we practice. There are now, if I remember
correctly, 500 odd creative writing programs and 20,000 MFAs in the past
10 years, and the pace of department formation is accelerating. Those
MFAs need to publish for even the ghost of a chance at a teaching career,
and a host of mostly trivial journals have sprung up to meet that need.
And those who don't teach fill most of the entry-level positions at
more-establushed presses and journals. Good, even wonderful, work,
continues to be produced, but it's largely overwhelmed by the oceans of
the at best adequate.
I've been, as a publisher, to two of the annual conventions of the
Associated Writing Programs--four or five thousand conventioneers, like
any other trade group, but hungrier. At a plumber's convention there's
real interest in the latest technology. At AWP endless streams of MFAs
and MFA candidates stream past the books, mostly without a glance, but
always asking if I or another would like to see a manuscript. This with
no interest in what the press purveys, no interest in whether it's
appropriate. So great is the perceived need.
I tend to go on about this. Sorry.
It's all very sad.
At 01:05 PM 7/27/2010, you wrote:
Fair enough - but
David it was you who brought up the Edwardian connection with the
"current British poetry...scene". There are a great many more
interesting things for all of us to contemplate than that, though I don't
see why it should be alien to a list such as this.
The topic of Creative Writing's expansion in universities here, on the US
model, isn't exactly engrossing either. I'm not sure, though, that the
descriptor "middle-class" helps much in understanding it, or
just says the obvious: teaching is traditionally described as a
middle-class activity. Plus it solves the money problem. It doesn't mean
that it can't have value.
As a (very) part-time teacher, I prefer to teach literature
rather than writing, but I don't see the latter option as morally
tainted. What worries me most about it is the potentially exclusionary
effect of these degrees - that it becomes even harder to publish for
those outside this institutional loop - with editorially well-connected
poets recommending their graduates. (Again I don't see those
recommendations as tainted - but quite a natural attempt to help young
poets whose work the poet/teachers find promising.) But you'd hope that
poetry would fight free of institutional governance. If this is what's
meant by "middle-class" I wouldn't entirely disagree.
I fear Mark's right that these kind of degrees "will become
the entry ticket". It may even already be the case.
Jamie
- ----- Original Message -----
- From: David
Bircumshaw
- To:
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- Sent: Tuesday, July 27, 2010 3:16 PM
- Subject: Re: Never such innocents again
- Yes, Mark, it has been very noticeable here in recent years how the
universities are churning out would-be culture managers who are looking
for, as you say, ' a comfortable middle class work life' out of anything
they can claim to control, even bloody poetry. While the Creative Writing
Empires are after everything: performance poetry, middle-class narrative
realism, even the avant-garde, ersatz poetry springing up
everywhere.
- Here I've been happily reading side-by-side Isaac Bashevis Singer
stories and David H.Stern's marvellous 'Jewish New Testament' ( 'When
they saw how bold Kefa and Yochanan were, even though they were untrained
am-ha'aretz .... all filled with the Ruach HaKodesh ... in the name of
Yeshua from Natzeret') - marvellous stuff - and I've just got hold of
Kirk, Raven and Schofield's 'The Presocratiic Philosophers' - which I
haven't seen since it was republished in 1983 - and the LAST thing I want
to do is talk about or even contemplate something as boring and
unstimulating as current British poetry and (even worse) the British
poetry scene.
-
-
- On 27 July 2010 14:17, Mark Weiss
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> wrote:
- In the US the proliferation of writing programs has created the
expectation, not of wealth, but of a comfortable middle class work life
and cossetted retirement for poets. It's difficult to see teaching in
these programs as a sideline--it's become part of the job description of
most poets. Britain appears to be headed in the same direction.
- I should point out that that ezpectation is often unrealistic, given
the overproduction of MFAs. But never fear--within the decade PhDs in
Creative Writing (a terrible phrase) will become the entry
ticket.
- Best,
- Mark
- At 08:57 AM 7/27/2010, you wrote:
- David,
- Sort of shows why the term 'Edwardian Poetry' doesn't have
much currency: 1901-1910 is such a short period that poets can be
brusquely deemed either too old or too young to fit. The only book I
found by googling the topic is Edward Millard's and even that uses a
prior starting date of 1895 - and Edward Thomas, whom he includes,
only began as a poet around 1914, though the earlier decade was formative
I guess would be the argument. The poets Millard apparently concentrates
on are Newbolt, Masefield, Hardy, Thomas, Housman, Davidson and Brooke.
Doesn't look such a 'vaccuum' to me, and to speak personally I'd say at
least Hardy and Thomas remain compellingly relevant and I'd think of
Hardy as a great deal more "innovative" than many who'd call
themselves that. ('National treasure' is such a slighting term - it looks
down on both Hardy and those who revere him, though that may not have
been your intention.)
- Anyway Millard's is not a grouping that I'd immediately
associate with the "murky and mercenary". For that matter,
without further enlightenment from yourself or a higher power, I wouldn't
especially associate this description with contemporary poetry either.
Apart from the laureateship with its royal associations and its increased
pay for the last two incumbents, we're talking general obscurity and
small earnings - and Duffy, if I remember, has donated her laureate fee
to launch an annual prize. I'm not so blinkered that I can't see all
kinds of crassnesses and cliques and jockeying for position within what
you call the "world of professional poetry" but this accusation
of the "mercenary", as well as various sub-Adornian mutterings
about commodification elsewhere, always seem to me comically misplaced.
Even the idea of the "professional" sounds like a misnomer,
when the primary activity is so unlikely to earn anyone a living, or even
a significant fraction of a living. As for sidelines, I may have
reservations about the growth of the creative writing industry, but
teaching is work, sometimes quite hard work, so I don't have any
resentments on that score. Literary journalism, too, is usually very
ill-paid. In other words, you'd have to be a completely daft to enter the
unprofessional world of poetry with aspirations to make money. I don't
imagine anything I've said here is news to you, which is why I can't
understand your perspective.
- Jamie
- ----- Original Message -----
- From: David Bircumshaw
- To:
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- Sent: Tuesday, July 27, 2010 5:53 AM
- Subject: Re: Never such innocents again
- Jamie
-
- Hardy was a Victorian writing on into another century, he's a
national treasure even if his poems creak like old country gates but
though a hardy perennial he's hardly relevant to contemporary poetics,
even if a lot of poets and readers hark and hanker back to him.
- I'd like to migrate to another sentence now, as I'm weary of
aspirates.
- Lawrence's and Pound's very early poems (Ezra's 'stale cream puffs'
which received friendly enough notices in the TLS and the very first
issue of Poetry Review) weren't exactly representative of the period
either, except in their weaknesses.
- No, I don't write as if you were a member of the Bullingdon Club and
plesae don't tempt me to :)
- While I wouldn't dare an account of the murky and mercenary (I'm
feeling highly alliteratively literary this morning) world of
professional poetry. To my knowledge there isn't a sociology of
contemporary British poetry written and I doubt, given the secretive
nature of much of it, that it would be possible, without the benefit of a
higher power, to do so.
- On 26 July 2010 19:39, Jamie McKendrick
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> wrote:
- David,
- Because I'm too ignorant of most Edwardian poetry to offer a
defence of it, I didn't. (Though I was glad to see someone did.) But
there are surely some poets writing then, including Thomas Hardy,
D.H.Lawrence and Ezra Pound (Personae, 1909) that shouldn't be beneath
the regard of a list devoted to contemporary poetics?
- "As for British society", I don't see why you
should presume I hadn't noticed the same things that you have, which is
why I rather resent being addressed as if I'm a member of the Bullingdon
Club myself.
- "As for poets, and the values they reflect," -
that was the part I was once again asking about, but clearly you're under
no obligation to expand on or explain your earlier remark, though I'm
sure you could if you wanted to. My view remains that your Edwardian
analogy regarding poetic practice is an irrelevant one, but I might have
been persuaded otherwise.
- Jamie
- ----- Original Message -----
- From: David Bircumshaw
- To:
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- Sent: Monday, July 26, 2010 6:46 PM
- Subject: Re: Never such innocents again
- Jamie
-
- when people leap to the defence of Edwardian poetry on what is
supposed to be a list devoted to innovative poetics it's hard to keep a
straight face. As for British society, you may have noticed it's
currently being run by the Bullingdon club. As for poets, and the values
they reflect, I leave that to people's own observations.
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