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Why Poetry Matters by Parini
Why Poetry Matters by Parini
2008
Why Poetry Matters
By JAY PARINI
Poetry doesn't matter to most people. They
go about their business as usual, rarely
consulting their Shakespeare, Wordsworth,
or Frost. One has to wonder if poetry has
any place in the 21st century, when music
videos and satellite television offer
daunting competition for poems, which
demand a good deal of attention and
considerable analytic skills, as well as some
knowledge of the traditions of poetry.
In the 19th century, poets like Scott, Byron,
and Longfellow had huge audiences around
the world. Their works were best sellers,
and they were cultural heroes as well. But
readers had few choices in those days. One
imagines, perhaps falsely, that people
actually liked poetry. It provided them with
narratives that entertained and inspired. It
gave them words to attach to their feelings.
They enjoyed folk ballads, too. In a sense,
music and poetry joined hands.
In the 20th century, something went amiss.
Poetry became "difficult." That is, poets
began to reflect the complexities of modern
culture, its fierce disjunctions. The poems
of Ezra Pound, Hilda Doolittle, T.S. Eliot,
Marianne Moore, and Wallace Stevens
asked a lot of the reader, including a range
of cultural references to topics that even in
the early 1900s had become little known.
To read Pound and Eliot with ease, for
instance, one needed some knowledge of
Greek and Latin poetry. That kind of
learning had been fairly common among
educated readers in the past, when the
classics were the bedrock of any upper-
middle-class education. The same could not
be said for most readers in the 20th
century — or today, when education has
become more democratized and the study
of the classics has been relegated to a small
number of enthusiasts. The poems of the
canonical poets of high modernism require
heavy footnotes.
Yet poetry can make a difference in the
lives of readers. I've always known that
myself, having read and written poems for
at least four decades. Every morning I
begin the day with a book of poems open at
the breakfast table. I read a poem, perhaps
two. I think about the poetry. I often make
notes in my journal. The reading of the
poem informs my day, adds brightness to
my step, creates shades of feeling that
formerly had been unavailable to me. In
many cases, I remember lines, whole
passages, that float in my head all day —
snatches of song, as it were [see; George
Steiner’s (1929-2020) idea of “ingestion”
vs “digestion” in his seminal book Real
Presences]. I firmly believe my life would
be infinitely poorer without poetry, its
music, its deep wisdom.
One tends to forget that poetry is wisdom. I
was in Morocco recently, and a devout
Muslim mentioned to me that the Prophet
Muhammad, in his book of sayings, the
Hadith, had said as much. But the Koran
also teaches, I was told, that poets are
dangerous, and that decent people should
avoid them. That reminded me of Plato,
who wished to ban all poets from his ideal
republic because he thought they were liars.
Reality, for Plato, was an intense, perfect
world of ideas. The material world
represents reflections of that ideal, always
imperfect. Artistic representations of nature
were thus at several removes from the ideal,
hence suspicious.
But Plato also had other worries about
poets. In the Republic, he complained that
they tend to whip up the emotions of
readers in unhelpful ways. They stir
feelings of "lust and anger and all the other
affections, of desire and pain and pleasure."
Poetry "feeds and waters the passions
instead of drying them up," he said, while
only the "hymns of the gods and praises of
famous men" are worthy of readers. The
law and reason are far better.
Although Plato didn't quite sink the art of
poetry, he cast suspicion on the craft, and
poets since then have rarely been
comfortable with their place in society.
Even the popular Romantic poets — Byron,
Coleridge, Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth, and
others — lived on the edge of the social
whirl, not quite respectable. More recently
figures like Allen Ginsberg have derided
their country. Poets have an unruly streak
(stripe, vein) in them, and have not been the
most welcome guests at the table of society.
Teachers and professors have long
considered poetry a useful part of the
curriculum, and one of the last places where
poetry remains a central part of the culture
is the classroom [ so was with MUSIC]—
Walter Pater (1839-1894), the fin-de-siecle
aesthete and scholar said: “All arts aspire to
the condition of music”]. To a degree, poets
have been "domesticated" by the academic
village, welcomed into its grove. Frost was
among the first poets to get a big welcome
on the campus, and he taught at Amherst
College for much of his life, with stints
[periods]elsewhere. He spent his last
decades crisscrossing the country,
appearing at colleges, reading and lecturing
to large audiences. He believed firmly in
poetry as a means of shaping minds in
important ways.
In "Education by Poetry," one of his finest
essays, Frost argued that an understanding
of how poetry works is essential to the
developing intellect. He went so far as to
suggest that unless you are at home in the
metaphor, you are not safe anywhere.
Because you are not at ease with figurative
values, "you don't know how far you may
expect to ride it and when it may break
down with you." Those are very large
claims.
Poets do make large claims, and they are
usually a bit exaggerated. In his "Defense
of Poetry," Shelley famously wrote: "Poets
are the unacknowledged legislators of the
world." I prefer the twist on that offered by
a later poet, George Oppen [1908 New
Rochelle, NY, USA-1994 CA],
G. Oppen
Occurrence, a part
Of an infinite series,
Glassed
In dreams
And images—
Tho it is impenetrable
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