Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Poor Case For Poetry

America has become de-versified, that is, we no longer see poetry or verse in our daily lives.  It’s almost as if, like a naughty child, poetry has been asked to get down from the table and eat under the stairs.  Now, if you want poetry, you have to go under the stairs and rub shoulders with a lot of artsy-fartsy types who even make me a little nervous.

So poetry is not a member of the family any more.  Who cares?

Well, we all should care because poetry is a different modality of expression.  When we read something, a book or an essay, the writer does all the work for us (or should at any rate).  All we have to do is lean back and perceive the work in the same way that we lean back and watch a movie or TV show.  A poem, on the other hand requires us to lean in – not necessarily in an academic way, but in a way that jump starts our curiosity - we have to conceive the work.

But more than the conceptual loss is that the prose writer’s first thought is of you.  If he wants to get published he is on-the-make from word one.  He has to suck up to you Dear Reader, find your conspiracy theory and issue-oriented hot buttons and press them hard and often.  The poet on the other hand, lounging around in pajamas on Sunday morning, could care less what you, Dear Reader, thinks.  The audacity of the man!  We can chuck the chapbook under the stairs.  Case closed.

So why should we care?

The academic captivity of poets and poetry has not been an altogether happy success.  James Dickey once said he would still write poetry if he had to clean gutters to support himself, but when the University of South Carolina offered him a posh writer-in-residence job, he took it and never looked back at real work or unemployment again. Repeated with hundreds of poets across the US, the disconnect between poetry and the real world is all but complete.  Poets, the fortunate, good ones a least, now live in the in-your-face publish-or-perish liberal arts word.  The other not-so-good poets like me are living under the stairs drooling with envy.

The truth is that poetry needs to be linked to some other human activity – poetry needs to be paired with something else.  This may sound strange, but think of all the pairing we come across everyday:  man and woman, sun and planets, protons and electrons, matter and antimatter, and the list goes on.  It seems intellectually dishonest to think we can get to the heart of any matter by looking in one direction alone when we know that there is a secret sharer, a silent partner dogging our every step. Poetry is on the periphery of our vision and we need it.  It is not so much that we’ll lose our way without poetry, but we are likely to lose our balance.

Money is key.

Poets don’t make money.  They may make money in other ways, but not with their poetry.  To describe poets and poetry without talking about money is a major omission.  In this sense, I think, poets are close to religious types who take a vow of poverty. This is another reason why poetry should be linked with something else: poetry by itself will not make money.

The desire to make poetry part of the family is not new.  Vachel Lindsay toured much of America on foot in the early 1900s.  He traded a small chapbook for food as he went.  He became successful at this, on a small scale, so that he was actually able to send some money home.  He also tried to make poetry accessible by giving performances and “singing” his poems.  We would consider him odd today, but it is clear to me he was trying to move poetry away from academia and back home.  Yet, Lindsay committed suicide over money worries.  It seems no one told him poets don’t make money.

My chapbook along with this blog, is my poor case for poetry, too..

May 8, 2013