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What
is Poetry
By Antonio Diavoli
A short excerpt upon poetry from L’opera racchiusa
It exists indeed the house I have imagined
in my writing here, though it’s not mine. It rises by the old
elementary school. On one side the windows open on a crooked
road from the town walls to the sea, on the other on a sort of
slanting garden terrace bordering a nunnery wall. I can remember
a snowy night, several years ago: a figure exited from the
church nearby, a dark Madonna after the rosary. She went up the
stairs in that house and consecrated it (for me).
Since then I’ve thought of some poet living on the last floor,
that with ever wide-open hatches, and of that dark figure I
glimpsed at as being his spirit or his lover joining him in
certain hours of prayer.
The light on the glasses is dim – perhaps that one I see is from
a kitchen, or I can’t guess what else from down the road. The
lamp-shade hanging from the ceiling lets one think of stained
papers on a cheap burlap cloth, some ancient, precise
handwritten script, though a true and contemporary one, free,
with no rhyming lines, that sound in the silent figure’s mouth.
The house thus knows the body.
Someone may try to go and meet him as well like a while ago, but
he does not allow himself to be found (or she does not approach
him anymore).
Their love is made of signs, disclosed indications. It brings no
jealousy.
By Alan Corkish
I had always liked
Coleridge's edict that 'Poetry is the best words in the best
order' but that didn't satisfy me fully even though it made me
realise that Tolstoy's short-stories were in fact; pure poetry.
Then a young Brazilian poet whom I was corresponding with,
Louisa Lamounier, suggested that 'poems are words, but poetry is
feeling'. I love that actually; the recognition that there is an
intrinsic difference between the words-on-paper and the
feelings, concentration and emotions needed to structure these
words. Then Neruda informed me that 'the only clairvoyants are
poets' and again, that simple statement, conjured up the
intensity of insight that a true poet possesses, the ability
which supersedes most art-forms, the ability to actually see
into the future... and this almost psychic insight applies to
poets from The Gawain Poet and Beowulf through Shakespeare and
Milton to Gerard Manley Hopkins, Bob Dylan and Bukowski...
In the end though, for me, poetry is personal experience made
universal. Poetry which then is expressed with precision and
love in a manner that is unique and stimulating. Poetry is all
that the poet 'knows' condensed into a moment in time which
makes any reader become a better person through reading, seeing
or hearing the words.
As I grow older I know beyond a shadow of doubt that until you
have experienced life in all its richness you can't be a true
poet; to put it bluntly you need to 'know' life, otherwise you
will not possess that special insight. I guess it's that
clairvoyant thing of Neruda's. Most people claim to write poetry
but what they actually write is rhyme, or doggerel, or
sentimental tripe... I wrote a rather bitter poem about it once
after I had waded through hundreds of alleged 'poems' which were
sent for consideration in my poetry journal erbacce. A poem
which I reproduce below:
being a poet
you don't know enough to be a poet
you can become a sky-diver
or an airline pilot
you can become a good mother
with respectful kids
and you can even get a PhD
and lecture in social-ethics
or neo-classical architecture
but when you're asked to pick up a pen
and sculpture new words
pushing them into awesome order until people
gaze at you as if you're a new species
proclaiming humbly and
with tears in their eyes; 'i wish i'd said that'
...then it will dawn on your self-plagued brain that
as yet

you don't know enough to be a poet
© Copyright Alan Corkish 2007
By Rehan Qayoom.
*Poetry is certainly, and unquestionably the most ancient and
the most
respectable form of civilized literature. It's art for a poem is
an
artifact, and artifacts are self exposure. Poetry whets the
imagination by
causing a strong foment of visual ideas. Ideas denote the final
stage of
responses to a work of art when emotion has spent itself, and
have no
emotive implicitness in themselves - Begin with the stimulus
that gave the
ideas, and the ideas will follow - Just as in sexual
intercourse, when one
never concentrates upon the orgasm, but on the salacious
causative factors.
This is known as imagery (reflection). A Vital aspect of poetry*
Poetry can do 101 things, delight, sadden, disturb, amuse,
instruct. It may express every possible
shade of emotion, and describe every conceivable kind of event
but there is only 1 thing that all
poetry must do, it must praise all it can for being and for
happening.
A poem should be both a verbal Earthly paradise, a
timeless world of pure play, which
gives us delight precisely because of its contrast to our
historical
existence with all its insoluble
problems and inescapable suffering, at the same time we want a
poem to be true ... and a poet
cannot bring us any truth without introducing into his poetry
the problematic, the painful, the disorderly, the ugly.
Poetry must evince delight in disorder, for it's obliged to
praise, and a
way to do that is to elucidate the delight in the disorder.
Disorder being,
say the many emotional junctures, and inspirational events which
may actually be unrelated but for the emotional fusion which creates
originality
thereby entering the realm of delight. Delight being the harmony
of metrical
structure, scansion, syntax, the euphony of a hyphen between the
caesura,
and all this (relying on line as a formal formatted unit, and on
rhythm as
an intrinsic technical element consisting of internal/external
rhyme, iambs
{syllabic conglomerates}, and the metrical stitch) is poignantly
significant. Albeit that delight remains arid till it's praised
itself for
being and for happening
It's benevolence if the auditory capacity imparts gratitude
it's my articulator thirst whence is it canzone.
Hence, in limning delight in disorder, delight follows disorder.
As writes
Auden, one of the greatest English poets (of what we can
consider as the
disorder side building up to the metamorphic state of delight)
Musical notes as you say have no meaning or significance taken
individually but when arranged in a
definite scheme of relations, they present to the hearer an
emotional sequence. So with words. The 2
functions of words must not be confused, the emotive use, and
their use for making logical
judgments ... in poetry it is immaterial whether the word series
is logical or not, what is important is
that the emotional sequence should be unbroken (a wet dream,
where the dream-events are often
highly illogical, but the emotional sequence is perfect). I
Then, to quote the same poet, explicating the delight stage
(delightfully)
A poem is a witness to man's knowledge of evil as well as good,
every poem, therefore, is an
attempt to present an analogy to that paradisial state in which
freedom and law, system and order
are united in harmony. Every good poem is very nearly a Utopia.
Again, an analogy, not an
imitation.
In other words
Within a single work the poet may move from 1 mode to another,
preserving
overall unity through the
consistency of the formal pattern. III Thus, a poet's task is just to hew stars from Earth's dust and
shine them in
the heavens, and it's his/her duty to pay homage to beauty, and
to be<
terrified of language corruption - To fight, against it by
personal example,
and to alienate from the collective for this purpose and to
reverently
maintain language sanctity.
A poet's experience cannot be considered alien to the common
experience of
humanity at large. The universe (as such) lies within the poet's
heart,
perhaps, even without his appreciation. True poetry, therefore,
is a self
exposure of its entire age, and people, and never diminishes in
its
magnetism 'Poets are undoubtedly the superior class and as
individuals are
pleasant, tolerant and excellent companions.' IV
The ideal audience a poet visualizes (not addresses) fall into 3
categories
* I. Those the poet/poetess admires (the beautiful), and those
they
love.*
II. The Powerful.
* III. Fellow Poets.* On the contrary The actual audience he
gets consists of myopic schoolteachers, pimply young men who eat
in cafeterias, and his fellow poets. This means that, in fact he
writes for his fellow poets. V Whatever the import of poetic
experience, it's at best inspirational. Poetry< is composed
through an in built intuitive internal modus operandi and in a
transcendental state, therefore poetry is albeit more acute,
less direct, more suggestively cryptic than prose I know only
one thing that I'm a poet. At times it feels as if verse is such
an excruciating coercion of my being passing over which I feel
happiness or that mirror of my senses which causes me to pass
through a strange relish and intoxication of knowing me myself.
Here no action and no precept is corroborated, who can claim
recognition of human spirit. It's merely our own individual
notion and our own individual apprehension.
* *
*This is all I've learnt of poetry so far.*
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